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@idhwarin // kcon, day one, ca. 8:00am
despite years of traveling across borders and oceans, hwanhee’s never gotten used to flying. he supposed everything would’ve been fine if they were flying off to a country close by — where the flight time is only an hour or two (three, at most) and the timezone doesn’t interfere with the minimal amount of sleep he already gets.
he barely got any sleep on the plane — waking up every time the temperature rose and dropped; tossing and turning due to the lack of room in his space. but he rests quite well on his way to the hotel (if one considers bumping his head on the car’s window every half hour due to all the sharp curves a good rest. though, the car ride was much more bearable than the flight, in his opinion).
hwanhee throws his luggage into his room. he doesn’t spare a second glance since he decides that he can clean that up later, when he has time and energy. but right now, he desperately needs a spike of caffeine to keep him sane and conscious, even if it is for a short period of time. he remembers hearing about a cafe within the hotel and, while the bed beckons him to lay down, he heads to look for coffee instead. after all, he can catch a nap in between rehearsals.
even though he wants to go faster, his grogginess prevents him and he finds himself in the lobby, listlessly wandering the place until a light tap on his shoulder (somewhat) wakes him.
when he turns, it’s an elderly couple looking up at him. he tilts his head to the side as he wonders if these people are just an image his sleep deprived mind had whipped up. but hwanhee realizes that they are incredibly real when he hears them talk, and he’s fully conscious when they do. obviously, they’re saying something but he’s not sure what it is — the words go in one ear and out the other, like they’re speaking a language completely foreign to mankind. but they aren’t. they’re speaking a language that could be learned, a language that’s teachable, and something hwanhee has absolutely no expertise on – but he filters the words he does know: breakfast and key.
unfortunately, those words on their own doesn’t help him. he shakes his head and puts his palms up, a sign that means he doesn’t know what their talking about. it only riles the couple as they speak quicker, and the bags beneath hwanhee’s eyes only deepen.