@constellieos . . . !
he sees her a few moments before he actually sees her, taking a moment to step inside the building, gloved thumb fiddling with skipping forward to the next song on his phone. it's a bit of a blur, sidestepping a group of people walking out of the building and stepping around, a wide berth, to let them have room for it before he catches the door right before it closes, ducks inside before the next person comes in. he's multitasking, which he really shouldn't be, because he's not really looking in front of him, head down, boots dragging on the floor.
it's the first few notes of the next song that he misses— drawn into a vision that only gives him a moment to react, which means that he's still in the way when he bumps into her. to be fair, he'd been in a quite obvious space right around this corner, and the apology's flying out of his mouth as soon as the vision stops and he feels their shoulders collide.
"shit, sorry." he's tugging out one earphone, dangling down from the other as the music blares in one ear, tinny sound spilling out into the space between them as he looks around them. he'd gone out for his second time that week that he was supposed to, in which he only walked around the grocery store for a little bit before he deemed it enough, purchasing a pack of gum that he'd been chewing on the whole way home. wondered if eunjae still liked this flavor, in which he was on his way to asking her when he—
"are you okay?" seonjae mumbles, pulling his hood a little further down, glasses up his nose. he forgets, sometimes, right after his visions, how to work his limbs and his body right, like the vision knocks him a few inches to the left and it's hard to come back to himself lined up quite right when he just saw something else, losing a few moments to gain a few of the future.
it always leaves him surprised when it happens to be immediately coming. as the future always is, in one way or another, but it didn't stop him from wanting to see it any less.