[ 🌸🍃 ] 一 It was always conversations like these that kept Maiya curious about the other, and about the topic itself since it had many different directions it could go, although she knew Minsoo was the complete opposite. How he never liked to dig deeper into the hole of his mind only to have him stuck down there in the dark with no way to get out and for no one to hear his calls for help. It was people like him that held her attention even though she never understood why, exactly. Maybe because it’s not two people always agreeing on something, it’s two polar opposites with their own way of thinking.
What he said was true, She thought to herself. It is easier to say we lost ourselves when the person we were searching for ended up being unrecognizable. Mentally agreeing to his statement, she had nothing else to say, instead she simply nodded as her eyes fell from the other and towards her hands in front of her. It’s as if her possible future mindset suddenly became her present mindset. As if she was suddenly punched in her gut but instead of gasping for the air she would have lost, she was grasping for that state of mind she just recently had. Who knew someone as young as him already knew so much? Who knew the sender’s words could affect the recipient even more and in a matter of a few minutes? Once again, she knew he was right. She knew that, although the world is held up by desires, wants, needs, it can also easily come crashing down due to the same.
She sat there, in a daze almost. Not in the midst of her thoughts, but in fact, she wasn’t thinking at all. Her eyes were glued to her hands. It was like the idea of a coma, she could hear everything, but she could no longer react, that is until the mention of the ice cream snapped her out of it. Luckily it did, she probably would have sat there longer and had Minsoo question why she wasn’t saying anything nor doing anything and probably get up and leave. Now, her eyes lifted until they met the other’s once again, a sigh of relief being made as she took her spoon and dug into the ice cream as well. ❝ And it’d be a shame to let this go to waste. It’s pretty good anyway. ❞ Just like him, she didn’t want to stay in her previous condition for too long, who knows where she would have ended up once the gears began to turn again.
He doesn’t do this often. In fact Minsoo would go as far as say that he never does this, just sitting with someone and having a drink. It just seems so mundane, but he’s not used to it. Simply because he’d rather put much more time in observing rather than doing, most of the times when he’s in a coffee shop or anywhere else, he’s by himself watching. It’s by choice though, he finds it better to just sit in the back and watch rather than intervene or be part of whatever’s happening. It makes much easier to study and if there’s one thing stories are always about, it’s the way to hunt for them.
Characters, not so surprisingly, are not born out of thin air. He will catch a glimpse of hands touching and somehow that’ll give a whole short anecdote about a couple trying to rekindle something they’ve lost in their relationship. Or is it merely friends comforting one another, a show of platonic affection towards a loved one, or simply siblings walking together. He does remember doing this a lot with his sister though. Walking out, getting an ice cream cone, taking her out of that house as often as he could. Because their mother was never in the mood and their father was simply never home. Even when he was, it still felt as if he was never truly there. In fact, they liked it best when he was just simply not there. It was easier to ignore his absence in their lives.
Often times he feels as if when he’s not blending, when he’s not the one doing the watching someone else is. He wonders what they see, when he’s leaning back in his chair and letting the spoon lie against his tongue for awhile. Cooling down the heat he can feel rolling over his skin, face and neck.
“Which flavour is yours?” He finds himself asking to fill in the air but then realizing they bought it together, yet here he is, unaware of what she’d even ordered. It makes him take a look at his own bowl, frowning at the taste he’s filled his mouth with It holds a tinge of strawberry, he’s not even fond of the flavor. He must have been in that state again, where he chooses without thinking because his mind’s elsewhere. The funny thing is he doesn’t even remember where it might have been but it distracts him enough to have him sigh and
