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sori ,

sori is not a clumsy person, she’s not one to run inside, especially when there’s a lot of people around. she feels stupid sitting here on the floor after running into someone. it wouldn't have been a surprise if someone ran into sori, but sori running into someone else? that wasn’t something you didn't see often. there’s not really anyone to blame but herself, she decided to run, so she deserved what came her way, now she just feels bad for the person she ran into, it was one thing she fell, it was another she made him drop his food. “ah i think i’m to blame here, i was the one running after at all” she stands up, dusts some of the food off of her, “i uh, i really am sorry”. she looks down at her food, there went that lunch. “i got some food on me, nothing too hot though” she looks down at her outfit “hopefully it’ll come off in the washing machine” she mumbles to herself. “yeah, we should go get a janitor before someone falls in our mess”.

Everyone knows it by now: Soo Kiyong has the disposition of a reckless puppy and all the clumsy gangly limbs of a newborn baby deer. This would be far from his final incident within the company; he only hoped it would not have to be every day.

"It's honestly alright. We both could have watched where we were going better. It's a lot easier to get lost in your own little world, right? At least... that's the case for me. I was thinking about the final paper I'm supposed to write and—" He clears his throat and holds his hand up dismissively at his own rambling before gets carried away like he usually does.

Kiyong doesn't seem particularly concerned about the stains on his own clothing, but his smile drops immediately when he notices she's not coming out of this unscathed. He nervously rubs the back of his neck. "If you soak it in cold water and use some baking soda, it should come right out once you put it in the wash. Trust me!" But his confident statements don't stop him from nervously looking around.

"Do you know where the janitor is? Sometimes I talk to him while he's working but I dunno where his, er, office might be..."

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It did not take much for Kiyong to get the impression that the other trainee wasn't particularly inclined toward socializing much. It comes out clear as day in her soft cadence, the slight stutter, the way she avoids making eye contact. Kiyong makes sure to take a step back, placing his hands behind his back as she went about her business and quietly allowing her to become more comfortable with the interaction.

"Oh! I like to do crafts, too! What sorts do you do?" There it is — a great place for an ice breaker. He decides it to be best that he chat while following her instructions and allow her to place any new ones in between. In the meantime, he unwraps his disgrace of a wrapping job and discards the old one into a trash bin set by their tables. ( He swears much of the mistake crumples are from him. )

"So, what should I do next? Get some new paper, right?" Leading the conversation is easy when you are Soo Kiyong. It is a joke amongst his friends that he could make other extroverts get nervous around him. "If I fail this one, maybe I should just stick to curling ribbons!"

Being put on gift wrapping duty wasn't as boring for her as some other's might find it. Once she got her groove the process was easy and fun. It was time to let her mind wonder a bit, autopilot had kicked on. Enough that she hadn't realized that the other trainee was speaking to her until she saw his hand wave. Then there was a moment of processing. "S-sure." She finally stuttered out after her moment of silence.

"Just one second..." She trailed off in a quiet voice, standing up from her own table. Sarang looked around until she found an unwrapped gift that was the same size his, grabbed her supplies and made her way over. "It can be tough, I like to c-craft a lot in my free time..." She had a bit of experience.

"Take off the old wrapper first and then we can work on doing them together." In the mean time, she started cutting pieces of tape and sticking them on the edge of the table.

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"Jellyfish lamp, huh..." Kiyong keeps the repeated words soft underneath his breath, downcast eyes watching the puffs of air pass from his lips. He briefly occupies his own attention attempting to make shapes with the vapor despite every failed endeavor. Even so, he cannot help but smile, the image of a floating jellyfish lingering in his mind — the very same image of how he met Han Seunghyun in the first place. "That sounds really cute. Maybe I'll get one for myself to put in my room and— uh?"

That typical tendency to ramble is cut short by a woman trying to get him to notice her. His head turns down to meet her eyes. ( Is she just incredibly short, or he incredibly tall? It is a question that constantly lingers in his mind whenever he comes across new people. ) She seems to gave upon him with some scrutiny; albeit not in an entirely negative way. Something about it makes Kiyong take a step back, suddenly aware of his own appearance.

Then she chirps out, 'How tall would you say you are? Quite obviously over six feet!' Her small hands clasp together, round eyes so hopeful he will answer her without hesitation. The woman is older. of course; possibly middle-aged, hair chopped in a neat bob, same as his own mother. 'Have you ever considered modeling?'

"Huh?" he glances over at Seunghyun — possibly for a sliver of guidance before he answers. His own friend had recently become a model, himself, after all. "Yeah, I'm... six foot two I think? I haven't really measured myself recently and... uh, well. I never considered modeling, really..." Particularly not after all the dramatic tales his former model grandmother had to tell, even way back in the 70s.

The woman says something else — something Kiyong doesn't quite pay much attention to with his eyes still drawn onto Seunghyun. Regardless, she seems quite eager to shove a card in his hand, smile shining bright on her face.

It isn't so typical that Seunghyun's shoulders can so easily brush against someone else's. It has nothing to do with the matter of his stature, but rather his aversion to allowing just anyone close enough to do so. Even now as they walk, he finds himself quickening his pace, falling in an out of step best he can manage - though his new... acquaintance ( for lack of better terminology in his mind ) seems to evade each and every hurdle, steadily closing the distance between them. Despite the exasperated sighs that escape his lips from time to time, he does find it amusing - albeit mildly annoying.

Still, he enjoys the aquarium attendant's company for the time being. His demeanor far too... chipper for his liking, but he finds picking his brain more entertaining than he'd like to admit. For now. He doesn't let his mind wander into thoughts of the inevitable and why he preferred to keep his circle so small.

At the very least, their outing is a welcome reprieve from his mundane schedule. It's refreshing to be doing something other than reviewing workshop notes and agonizing over his headshots for hours on end. "It won't be too much shopping. I'm looking for something in particular," he nods, gesturing to a small shop through a break in foot traffic. "There's this Jellyfish lamp I've been eying. I just want to make sure it's accurate to form." He is as detail-obsessed as he is eccentric in his decor preferences.

Seunghyun gives a shrug in response, scanning the area until he spies a food stall nestled between the various stores. "I suppose we can stop. Do you want something from -"

Excuse me? Another chipper voice ( Oh joy... ) interrupts them, its source enthusiastic enough to give Kiyong a run for his money. Seunghyun raises a brow, annoyed by the woman's sudden appearance - though she seems so familiar he can't quite bring himself to shoo her away... Besides, he wasn't the one she was hoping to speak to, anyway.

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-ˋˏ ★ GIFT FOR YOU / @lgcxsarang

Kiyong wasn't particularly well-versed in the art that was making things look nice and neat. In fact, he was notorious for having a rather clumsy hand — his own being rather large and seemingly unable to be as nimble and detailed as he would have liked them to be. ( And he didn't need to get into how often he underestimated his own strength. ) It made wrapping these presents particularly challenging. While he would love for them all to come out a perfectly pretty result each time, the struggle shows clear as day between his brows that scrunch together in a furrow.

Gradually, his eyes travel over to the other trainee working diligently ( and quietly ) at the table next to his own. The small boxes stacked up beside her are wrapped in a near flawless manner whereas his own... — He grimaces, sliding the unwrapped boxes slightly out of view to shirk any embarrassment that threatened to bubble up.

"Ah... Excuse me?" he pipes up, voice loud enough to carry to the next table where she sits. He lifts his hand in a tepid wave and then holds up his rather sloppily wrapped box. The edges stick out and the tape barely holds together the corners, leaving the color of the box sticking out rather obviously. "How do you do that? Would you mind showing me?" He sets his present on her table and leans against it with a frown. "I feel like I'm a lost cause here."

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-ˋˏ ★ MERRY & HAPPY / @lgcyutai

Kiyong didn't have any particularly special feelings for or against Christmas. To him, each holiday held a certain importance in his life — serving as little markers that he's made it to another one with his sanity still in tact. ( Though, he best not jinx it. ) He found the decorations they were meant to hang around the café to be utterly charming. Holly here and there, fake snowflakes, paper gingerbread men.

There was something so utterly cozy about these sorts of decorations, and they made him wants to relax in the café on the comfy chair in the corner until night came. For now, his help was needed elsewhere and he would have to fantasize about relaxation later.

He should have known that the staff would have singled him out for his height for this next task. There are only so many other trainees who can reach the top of the Christmas tree without the need for a step ladder — much like the one currently beneath Yutai's feet. ( He could think of a few others but they were currently too busy with modeling or acting business. )

Kiyong's arms wrap around the tree, haphazardly coiling the lights around the branches. On occasion, he would glance up at Yutai. "Do you need me to hand you anymore ornaments?"

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-ˋˏ ★ PLOT TWIST / @lgceunwoo

Ever since moving to Seoul, Kiyong supposes he should have had more than enough time to acclimate himself to life in the big city. ( He's, in fact, had five whole years. ) But the walkways are still so narrow, the people in such a hurry — and his shoulders are often too wide and, he, far too tall not to stand out. Albeit, it is easier to blend in here rather than a small section of Seogwipo.

He barely squeezes through the streets while walking, so one may stop to wonder why he bothers hauling his bicycle with him. His answer would be that it sure beats the usual public transportation, and he would rather breathe the clear air while it lasts. Certainly, he would raise his arms and let the world fly by him if he had the room to.

But he doesn't need too much room to float. Seeing people he knows and know about him ( how exciting is that? ) is enough to push a hit of dopamine in his veins. In fact, he becomes a bit reckless when he sees the obvious outline of Jo Eunwoo up ahead on the pathway lined with trees. On the right is a view of the Han River he isn't so sure he would call beautiful. Kiyong attempts to wave but wobbles slightly when his hands lift from the handlebars.

"Hey, Eunwoo!" he calls out, lifting off the seat to peddle faster to catch up with him. Soo Kiyong is, however, a notorious klutz. One would think he's gotten used to all six feet and nearly two inches of his body by now. ( And in his defense, he says he technically grew one centimeter last year. ) The bicycle has other plans, tire veering off into the grass for a moment until he is forced to clumsily stumble off of it.

He barely catches himself by the time he sidles up to Eunwoo. "Yo."

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Exhaustion only hits Kiyong's bones as his shift begins to draw to a close. He can be seen flitting about the place like the busy bee he is; long legs easily carrying him to every corner his presence is necessary. He is between completing a drink order for a young businesswoman with bags under her eyes when Sangwon finally shuffles his way over.

"You look like you got hit by a truck," he pauses, listening to the way his clothing shifts before he strands up straight and quickly huddles over to the espresso machine before the woman sends him a glare. "Why do I feel like a bartender listening to my patron's hard days?" And like any reasonable extrovert, he would find himself doing most of the talking between himself and his more reserved friend. "I think you did great, though. You're really amazing, Sangwon... Ah! I mean, she was pretty indecisive choosing a cookie so maybe it's just not for her. She'll figure it out on her own. You usually have good ideas, but... if you do suggest it, be less abrasive!"

Kiyong is, perhaps, honest to a fault. The words flow from him so naturally that he does not stop to double check or rethink anything. At least in this instance. Sangwon was hardly one to take offense to his bold approach at life. He shoots the gloomy young man a reassuring grin from above the glass and leans away to hand off the drink. It isn't too long before he is queuing up one for him, however.

"And to answer your question... I think the recommended caffeine intake is 400ml per day, but... sometimes we deserve to live life on the edge, don't you think?" He presses the espresso shot button five times.

cold foam

His friendship with Kiyong had begun out of mutual survival. Till this day, he didn't understand how a group project of five students ended up with only the two of them presenting. After a semester ended, he had the reputation of never following up with fellow classmates, especially when there was no clear overlap in majors. However, Kiyong had quickly become ingrained in his life. The two of them couldn't be any more different. It was akin to a golden retriever befriending a black cat. His presence was comforting to the point that he sought it out rather than being passive like he was with most of his relationships.

He had been roped into tutoring his juniors during his senior year. Instead of charging them, he would use Kiyong's family cafe, Tangerine, as his meeting ground and encourage them to purchase food during the tutoring sessions. Not only was everything on the menu delicious, but their hospitality was unmatched. It was the least he could do to support his friend's family. After his third tutoring session of the day, he stands to stretch his limbs. His vision was becoming blurry, but the pounding headache probably had something to do with it. He was thankful that was his last session for the rest of the week.

"How many espresso shots can one person drink without dropping?" He asks Kiyong, leaning against the counter in a defeated pose. "I need at least more than two. I think I kept my cool there, right? I was so close to suggesting she changes her major..."

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If Kiyong had a say in the matter, he would spend most of the time he's meant to be at the company lingering around the cafeteria and asking the staff questions that satisfy his nagging curiosity. The environment is different from the one at school. Not as much chatter, trainees rushing in and out with one bagel or a juice box. In the meanwhile, Kiyong happened to be intent on filling his second tray of the afternoon. He had plenty of time to kill, after all.

It is hardly unexpected that on his way back, he would just so happen to have someone run into him. He is rather tall; making it difficult to move aside as quickly as he would often like. He tries to catch what he can of the fallen tray, but only ends up with a pile of rice in his palms. Looks like he would not be getting his Spiderman movie moment.

"It's fine! No need to apologize. I was kinda daydreaming," he discards the rice in the nearest bin and pats off his hands with a tissue before going back to help her clean up the mess. He squats down to pluck up some of the salvageable, wrapped items. "Are you okay? You didn't get anything too hot on you, did you? And... We should probably go get the janitor, just in case."

too quick

awe dammit it. she was a bit too focused during practice and didn’t even realize her lunch break was coming around. it wasn’t the first time it happened, sori really should get better at checking the time, it’s just so easy to forget the time when she’s dancing. she spots the time, and she’s quick to grab her lunch, lately she’s preferred making her own lunch over the cafeteria lunch. she’s also preferred eating outside alone over the cafeteria.

she has her lunch in her hands, half-running down the hall, it’s just for a second she looks down at her phone as she’s running, but then it happens. she runs straight into someone, dropping her lunch on the ground “oh no!” she looks in panic down at her lunch before returning her look to the stranger, “i’m so sorry! are you okay?”.

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° CHAPTER 03

-ˋˏ ★ 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝟬𝟱 ⸻ personality

MBTI ⸻ ENFJ: THE PROTAGONIST extroverted, intuitive, feeling, judging

People like Kiyong are generally described as charismatic, passionate and altruistic. While he may not personally be reliable for certain tasks, he will always be a reliable friend and someone others can depend on and look to, and he always fulfills his promises. Although, one could say that his idealism, empathy and desire to help as many people as possible as a tad unrealistic and impractical with the way the world is. He likes to believe that there is always far more good than bad around him, and this can often make him come across as naïve with his trust or easily dismissive of negative interactions. That being said, he is always true to himself and would never change how he is to suit the feelings of others. And, although sensitive, he never hesitates to speak up when he feels something is not right.

ENNEAGRAM ⸻ TYPE 2: THE HELPER & TYPE 7: THE ENTHUSIAST empathetic, sincere, warm-hearted, altruistic, sentimental extroverted, optimistic, spontaneous, versatile, playful

While taking the quiz, Kiyong got a similar amount of result for both of these types, and getting both perfectly describe two aspects of his personality. Perhaps it is his Gemini moon that results in this dual result. However, he more strongly displays much of Type 2's description, including his tendency to become jealous and possessive and the fear of losing the ones he loves or being unwanted/abandoned. His Type 7 mostly presents itself within how he treats himself and interacts with the world around him. He is brimming with excitement and curiosity for all things.

HOGWARTS HOUSE ⸻ HUFFLEPUFF diligent, hardworking, loyal, kind, patient, fair

Perhaps the most obvious placement to exist. Kiyong quite obviously values caring for others and the fairness of treating them with respect and dignity. Additionally, he very much so holds his friends and family highly in his life. He is an incredibly patient person, making him a wonderful person to lean on or express worries to, as he is not prone to judge; however, he will offer decent advice to push the person to help themselves. This is also evident in his immense care for animals and his disappointment in seeing others being treated unfairly. He also tends to give people who have made mistakes or wronged him many chances, as he believes everyone should get a shot at making things right and be given courtesy. This, however, has come back and burned him many times.

DAEMON — ST. BERNARD devoted, empathetic, intelligent, selfless, big heart

The image of a St. Bernard is a helper, one that will trudge through uncharted and dangerous territory just to assist someone in need, be it friend or stranger. While Kiyong is rather energetic, he knows how to turn things down and act as the calming, reassuring presence when it's what someone needs. However, he does have the tendency to put others before himself, even at his own detriment.

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-ˋˏ ★ ROAD NOT TAKEN / @shxlgc

It isn't so typical that Kiyong's shoulders can so easily brush against someone else's. Being the tallest in the room was something he became accustomed to throughout the entirety of his life. He noticeably towered over the other boys on the swim team, the teachers in school, then his own father.

When he meets Han Seunghyun for the first time at the aquarium, his eyes travel up to meet his. Not enough to strain his neck, but enough to pique his interest ( and it also would come to no shock to learn that he is a model ). His methods to goad him into a friendship are, needless to say, unconventional. In the beginning, he must have thought him a total maniac — sending pictures of sharks and penguins he named, unprompted anecdotes from his day, strange memes with a marine life theme.

The other man somehow tolerated him enough to be walking side-by-side with him now, on the bustling streets of Hongdae. On occasion, the tips of his shoulders would bump against Seunghyun's, the close talker Kiyong is. He would bounce around and speak loudly if he could, but he respected Seunghyun's need to retain some sort of decorum in mind.

"So, where do we go next? I'm not really much of a shopper but..." He shrugs in an attempt to shield his ears from the cold breeze and places his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. It is the least he can do when his knit gloves are riddled with holes. "I could probably use a new scarf or something soon," beneath his jacket, there is a muffled grumbling. "...Should we eat first? I forgot to eat breakfast this morning."

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-ˋˏ ★     SOO KIYONG AS 

              BAM FROM ANIMAL CROSSING “ Get while the getting's good! "

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° CHAPTER 02

-ˋˏ ★ 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝟬𝟭𝟵 ⸻ volunteering

Growing up, Kiyong had quite the luxury of being the youngest child. The difference between himself and his older siblings ranged from six to ten years. By the time he reached elementary school, his brother shirked his requests to play and his sister had more interest in studying than indulging him in his antics. Perhaps it was these years of suppressing all the energy that made him the high tension adult he is today.

He bounces around the place as soon as he arrives with his fellow junior trainees, anxious to help anyone out as much as possible. He flits about like a dragonfly chatting with other volunteers and assisting the children who come and go from the center. He plays and runs around with them until he very nearly drops, but cannot help but do so with a wide smile on his face.

When he walks in for another day, several of the children stand up from the floor and bolt over to him. They practically climb up his arms and legs.

"Aughhh, I'm being attacked!" he exclaims, dramatically pretending that they are strong enough to completely bring him to his hands and knees. Amongst the theatrics, one of the children climbs on his shoulders and another clings to his arm. He stands up quickly and runs around carrying them until he arrives at one of the coloring tables. The bounce off of him and fill the area with chipper giggles.

Kiyong leans down, hands on his knees, rather cognizant of his height. "Alright, what are we doing today? I think Suji said that she wanted to color and do a tea party with me next time, but... how about we put on a play for everyone today?" he kneels to reach into his backpack and brings out a large inflatable shark and some cardboard crowns for the children to color.

"We can draw on these and do an improv play. Suji can be the mermaid princess and you guys can be the knights with a noble shark steed!"

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° CHAPTER 01

-ˋˏ ★ 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝟮𝗞𝟮𝟰 ⸻ factions

There is something notably apprehensive about Kiyong's steps into the room. After an awkward trudge through the beginning carpet ( where his limited modeling experience is put to the test ), he shuffles through toward the party. There has never been a day in his life where he could have been understood as 'shy'. Perhaps, save for these company held events. The little get togethers with his coworkers at rhe aquarium were nothing like this — so grand and elaborate and... sponsored. He would have to battle his sense of belonging here for quite some time.

"Alright! Let's pick a faction." He vocally hypes himself up, clenching his fists and raising them to his chin. It is a nearly contemplative move given his eyes are scanning the room looking for what to do next.

He is not so easily indecisive nor swayed, however, and pushes through toward the Super Mario Bros game that blinks at him with urgency. It almost feels hypocritical — given his current outfit as an Animal Crossing character. He even makes eye contact with the little characters waving his way from across the room. He mouths an apology, watching — mournful — as K.K Slider fades off the screen. In the end, he goes for the game he hasn't played much of yet, focused on watching the 3D Green dinosaur bouncy around the screen as he pushes buttons.

The rest of the party would have to wait, for now, even if his stomach growled rather loudly behind his green track jacket. Kiyong gives it a reassuring pat as if to say 'soon'. And, for once, he did not quite feel in the mood for socializing, too enamored with analyzing each and every corner of the decorations. ( Although, he would have the courage to go up to others just to compliment and examine their own costumes. )