Having had quite an easy life, Hyungjin had never been used to have to work for a living. Not that being a personal trainer was like work much – he’d been used to going to the gym and working out for some time now, especially after his dad had bought out the local gym. After the gym went bust, he had to find a new source of money.
Being the moderately quiet guy he’s always been, Hyungjin found it hard to make friends outside of his workplace. Reblog/Follow for a follow. He’s looking for friends, not just followers.
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Hyungjin smiled as he sat down, pulling out the ad that the local hospital put out. He had always loved making friends, and he was pretty lonely since he left his family to come to Seoul. When he saw the ad, wanting people to send in letters for a pen-pal type program, he knew it was what he needed. He pulled out a pen and paper, tapping his chin before beginning to write. “Dear Person” he frowned, scratching it out before beginning again.
“Dear Future Friend,
You don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but I would like us to get to know each other. I’m not a interesting guy, but I’d been told I can be a good friend. I really hope those people were lying to me. Haha. Anyway, I’ll tell you a bit about myself, to give you an idea of who I am and how I tick. My name is Park HyungJin, but everyone calls me E.Den. I work for KBS Cool Fm at night while I’m attending classes at KNUA. Music and performing is a passion of mine. I’m kind of new to Seoul, so I don’t really talk to a lot of people. I love making new friends because I enjoy the company and attention of other people. I like to make people happy. Even if just in passing, I like to make people happy even if it’s just for a split second. A person smiling is when they’re at their prettiest moment, to me. I love smiles. Anyway, umm… I’m a pretty simple guy, so maybe we can become friends, yeah?
Your (Hopefully) Future Friend
He smiled as he finished, nodding and slipping the letter into an envelope, sealing it and writing the address down before walking to the mailbox, putting it in and flipping the flag up.