+ LUQUOR:

Luhan glanced up from his coffee, a curious look on his face. It wasn’t often that he heard Chinese, especially not profanity as his parents hadn’t condoned swearing in their household. “Are you having some trouble?” He asked the stranger, figuring there was no other reason he would have said something like that out of the blue.

( 俊 )  —  Once again, he was greeted by the unfamiliar language,
               he decided to speak in his own mother tongue
              “Excuse me, do you speak Mandarin?” and
              whilst waiting for the reply, a shaky gaze scanned
              the open and sun-soaked corner.

              “I’m currently in Gangnam-gu, right?”

+luquor​:

( 俊 )  —  Frustration welled over the tip of his tongue,
                    eyebrows furrowed upon his ebony-coloured
                    pools. Slipping into a much more comfortable
                    language, “什么他妈的..” only to be caught by
                    a pair of eyes that seemingly gazed at him 
                   moments after the vulgar profanity slipped from
                   his lips.