#247taecyeon

[ex-shinhye247-blog]

mornings are a pain

@247taecyeon​ 

It’s been a heavy night, what with the events that transpired after the sudden deadlock notification she’d gotten. Her almost perfectly rebuilt life is on the verge of falling apart again at the slightest action from her father - which has so far not happened yet. Either he didn’t install the deadlock app - a very big possibility - or he isn’t entirely ready with his battle plans - also a good possibility. Still, instead of feeling at ease, Shinhye feels a constant state of expectant terror.

Which means the nights are short, the days are long, writing doesn’t happen much and when she actually has places to go she’s not even awake enough to take the proper subway. A temporary solution to these troubles is always coffee. Sure, she’ll be so awake that she can stress extra over her situation, but at least she’ll be on the right subway while doing it and there will be less mistakes made as she goes.

Or, well, that’s the plan. But life isn’t always as kind to her as she wishes it would be. When she eventually emerges from the coffee shop, her lukewarm coffee in hand - she’d left it to cool down while eating her chocolate muffin in peace at one of the few tables inside -, the first thing she does is walk coffee-first into someone else. Someone broad and solid, which means the coffee is pushed out of her hands and makes it descent to the floor.

Her eyes follow it as her mouth turns into an o-shape, all the way until the cup hits the ground and the coffee spills out entirely. She blinks a moment at the scene, mind still so clouded with a lack of sleep that it takes her a while to process what has happened and what that means for her. “My coffee,” she softly mourns, crouching down a little as if she’ll be able to pick it all back up at once. She’s going to have to buy a new one and let it cool down enough to drink all over again. Almost pouting as she can only pick up the empty cup and throw it in the bin next to her, she turns to look at whoever it was that she ran into.

The sight before her makes her forget all about the spilled coffee when she suddenly realises a bigger problem; it didn’t just spill on the ground but also on this tall example of the male gender. “Oh no, your clothes!” Her eyes go wide, the reality of it all fully hitting her as she looks further upward at the man’s face, trying to figure out whether he’s going to be pissed off with her or if he’s going to be somewhat civil about it. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying enough attention. I need the coffee for that.” Ah, not entirely what she should be saying.

“I... Let me buy you a new shirt!”

[247jiyong]

— Reunion

( — @247taecyeon )

At parties Jiyong’s back would rarely meet the wall, but now it’s firmly plastered and he doesn’t feel like taking a step away from it. There’s a full glass in his hand and given how stale this party is, he assumes that the host — who happens to be a friend of his — wasn’t too generous with the alcohol, so the liquid might be just sugary juice. Though as he lets his eyes drink in the surroundings, instead of aggrieving his taste buds with whatever the cup contains, and he examines people’s eerily enthusiastic faces, he ponders whether there was a substance which made them so seemingly delirious or they’re as dull as this humdrum social gathering that it’s actually fun for them. Mulling over the latter, he’s at the verge of feeling sorry for their poor standards and unawareness about what’s really entertaining and thrilling.

And as he wishes he will get to lay his eyes on a person equally bored and blasé, his brows furrow immediately and heart skips a beat upon noticing a man, who appears to be too familiar. Jiyong squints to sharpen his vision and it takes him a few more seconds of staring keenly to recognize his old friend in the male’s features that have significantly matured over the years. In fact, he can’t even tell how lost has it been since he last saw Taecyeon. They used to be so close that at the moment it’s almost painful to realize the time turned them into complete strangers.

Although he’s wary about the idea of approaching him, he eventually puts down the untouched drink and hoping the hesitance and nervousness won’t show in his steps, he makes his way through the crowd and a habitual smile washes over his lips. “Look who’s here... It’s been a while, Taecyeon.” Folding arms in front of his chest to conceal his hands’ slight shakiness, he breaks into a tad more genuine grin whilst he looks up at the other with disbelief nesting in his pupils and after getting a better view of his face, it’s a relief to see the lack of excitement (either due to the tame ambiance or at the sight of Jiyong).