A story about a park didn’t sound too appealing to Chorong but then again she had the greatest imagination and all sorts of stories started to pop up, stories making the park much more interesting and by all sudden she wanted to know more of this male in front of her and also perhaps be lucky enough to hear the story. “I’m Chorong, sir can call me whatever he wants though, I’m used.” Referring to both bad and good nicknames, she hummed softly and took a brief but long enough look at his whole physiques, lissom fingers slipping down her pockets to be kept warm. ”What’s your name? And this story you speak of, is it something I should know of?”
“Chorong?” he repeated, her name tried on his tongue, and it had him letting out a drawn out sound, before lips tugged into a smile. “Tis a pretty name, though—it would be a shame to spoil it”, he said soon enough, words carefully shaped from his lips as the thoughts ran through his mind. “Then again, you do strike me as a Ladybird. Perhaps that will be your name.” Having looked away in his trail of thoughts, his gaze swerved back to her, an eyebrow quirked almost as if in question, to see if she would accept such a nickname. It did make him wonder, too, what other nicknames she might have, but he did not for the moment ask, but instead allowed his shoulders to rise in a light shrug. “I have two names most used, you can pick whichever you like, or make your own. Taemin, and Francesco. As for the story… mmh, it’s very old”, he told her. “And probably not of much worth, except for the sentimental value. It’s been a while since I set foot in this park, so I decided on a visit.”
