The insecurity of being in a place that was unfamiliar to you, and where you knew nothing about, save the language: Baekhyun knew it well. Sure, the other man was a little more odd than one would expect from someone who was foreign to a city, but there was no way to deny that at one point in his life, when heād been in Paris, he was equally lost as Yifan was, if not less.
Itās intent listening to what the other man had to say, because with the sounds of people rushing behind them, and the trains unloading, it was a little difficult to make out a voice that was anywhere near quiet. He hasnāt heard enough of Yifanās voice to actually determine if the other man was legitimately quiet or not, however.
Diversion is brought into question, and Baekhyunās mind reeled. Out of everyone that he could have encountered today, he met with someone who seemed to really need help: Yifan. If heād started it, he might as well follow through. Time didnāt really matter, for now.
He checked the map for a second before coming up with an answer for Yifan. The subway traveled at a decent enough speed for them to get to Hongdae in less than half an hour, if it were to be on track with schedules. From where they were, it would take him an hour tops to get to Gangnam, and if he were to go around, the diversion was definitely a little bit over half an hour, considering the wait for the next train. He had a bit over four hours to get to where he needed to go.
"Itās a little bit over half an hour," he replied, finally, raiding darkly lined eyes to meet with the taller manās. Itās really then, that he notices how tall the man in front of him is, and it would be somewhat intimidating, if he werenāt so confident in himself, and if when theyād initially encountered, Yifan hadnāt looked lost. Baekhyun pursed his lips, "I have plenty of time to get to where I need to go," he reassured.
"If you need the assistance, then itās not a problem if I tagged along with you." The makeup artist gave a small smile, and his fingers instinctively played with the silver band wrapped around his right ring fingerā an idle habit that heās been long accustomed to. He silently awaited a response from the much taller man: he really canāt believe how nice heās being, today.