Myungsoo knew he should have stayed in Infinite’s dorm instead of getting out to take a simple black coffee. Why couldn’t he just control his urge or walking outside with something hot and strong in his hand? Even though it was almost twilight and he was with his usual black shades on his eyes and walked through the streets of Seoul with a lowered head, Myungsoo got recognized by his fans who made a half circle around he walked to the coffee shop. The young made loved his fans but.. Sometimes he just wanted to have a normal and pacific moment like any other guy of his age. But everything changed when he felt someone bumping into him what made him wide his eyes for a second before he smirked when an idea popped inside of his head “Do you wanna be forgiven? Help me out.” He whispered as he got closer to your body after the bump
When watching the stranger get closer to him, eyebrows got slightly furrowed together as he had also heard a whisper. It wasn't because he felt embarrassed, but more flustered over the fact it could look like something else to the supposed fans around the two; suddenly regretting not walking a whole new route to his place. But nonetheless the foreign gave in, his pair or dark hues looking up at the taller male, suddenly disliking his small height whenever being in the company of taller ones, but he pushed the thought aside and then just whispered back, figuring the fans mustn't hear it. "What is it then?"
