you’ve been on exchange at a Korean university for a week, alongside kim seungmin, one of ur closest and smartest friends, fluent in languages u barely knew. with only basic korean, u relied on him for everything. but he secretly only agreed to help interpret & translate to keep u close

one day, as u walked down the hallway with seungmin, a handsome Korean guy that you’ve been talking to for the past week here stopped u and spoke quickly, clearly nervous. when he finished, his eyes turned to seungmin, waiting for the translation.

seungmin understood every word, but he frowns ever so slightly. It was a confession.

his grip subconsciously tightened on his backpack. translating it might mean losing u —but hiding it felt just as wrong. After a pause, he spoke softly.

“he was just asking if u have anymore classes..” seungmjn mutters, looking away before adding: “..just say no, sorry..”