❛ ▓▒░ ┇ ✕. mooyeols.
feet remain swinging back and forth from his chair; eyes STUCK on the table rather than his companion sitting across, he SIGHS slightly before stirring the non-coffee drink by its straw. elbow is against the table, cheek resting upon his hand as his gaze flicks laxly across the room, as if the decorated walls of this coffee shoppe were ENRAPTURING enough as to hold his short attention span for so long. another few moments pass before he inhales deeply, quietly, FORCING the subject upon the other instead of this unexpectedly-tense peace.
❛ so, uh, mu-hyung, why exactly did you bring me out today? i’m not really a coffee drinker, y’know… not that i don’t appreciate it…! ❜
❛ i know! but i also can’t remember the last time i took you out somewhere, haha. he notices, and he does remember. he notices the dark irises looking absolutely anywhere except at his own, but doesn’t quite grasp the reason why yet; he remembers that it was long enough ago to feel bad about not planning this day out sooner. muyeol’s drink is already half done in the midst of their (almost one-sided) polite conversation, evidence of his habit of maybe just throwing back a few mugs of the stuff every day. the atmosphere isn’t completely foreign to their outings, though- perhaps jaeho just happens to be quieter when he goes out for meals or coffee with someone (who is almost always, in this case, muyeol). but the tension doesn’t carry over, it never does, and his smile is just as soft and kind as usual. ❛ in general it’s been a while since i’ve seen your face in person... is that alright with you? enough of a reason?
