EXO X RV'S
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Seulgi was on a whim recording the work of his friends (and some seniors) who were gathering in the hotel lobby after rehearsal together for this overseas concert, when Jongin suddenly startled him and whispered,
“I know interesting places around here.”
Seulgi pressed the pause button on the recording.turned to look at Jongin resting on the back of the sofa right behind him. “How attractive?”
Jongin. “When was the last time you had fun getting out, walking around like a normal youngster, buying interesting and memorable but cheap items?”
Seulgi sat down to look away after stopping the recording. “A Kim Jongin, the star of the world famous brand, proposed a cheap shopping festive to me?”
The guy rolled his eyeballs, “Happy it's there's a lot of ways, you know. Come on, come or not? You can slip easily now,” bargain Jongin once again while raising his chin on the group before them, some playing monopoly, some playing cards, then some singing with guitars.
Seulgi no longer answered. He jumps off the couch, chasing after Jongin who thinks this is a cat-and-mouse game. Luckily, he still had time to take his hat tucked behind a sofa pillow.
The road to where Jongin was referring to was quite complicated, but Jongin could guide him easily. Behind the hotel, there are many turns and downhill or uphill roads. Time and time again, they arrived at a people's market. It attracted Seulgi—low hanging lamps, various market snacks and children's toys, people selling fish in cute containers, clothes and accessories spread or hung.
“Whoa!” Seulgi approached a sweet-smelling salesman. “Buy one, yes!” And he heard Jongin's little laugh from over his shoulder that he didn't care about at all.
Afterwards, Jongin stopped in front of the accessories seller and bought a ring with the shape of an arrow. Seulgi bought a pink hoodie at the seller beside him. The children passed by and ran between them, but he saw Jongin laughing at him. It intrigued him to stop for a while and appreciate it, even if only in his own mind.
Shortly thereafter, Jongin is stopped in front of a dark-themed booth.
“Serious, Jongin, card forecast?”
“Still believe in prophecy, nowadays?” Seulgi shook his head while licking his dirty lower lip due to the sweet fragrance that was falling apart. “Say the reason.”
Jongin was silent for a while, trying to bring together his gaze and Seulgi's gaze, but Seulgi was busy with his sweet fragrance. Shortly afterwards, the woman said while turning around, “It's up to you if you want to try it, but go in by yourself, yes. I want to look around.”
The young man made a thought for a while, but instead of turning around, he ran over and grabbed Seulgi's shoulder.
“Lho, not so?”
“No need, it seems,” he said, deliberately not pulling his hand from Seulgi's shoulder. Seulgi also did not protest, so he let it go any longer.
(Why see a prophecy about something if he can make his own reality?)
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meetings its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
For even the very wise cannot see all ends.