— Closed starter for Eugene (@3ugene)
He'd caved in again. Usually, Seojin was nothing if not stubborn when it came to late night unplanned trips down to Brewed Awakening. Discouraging himself from developing a habit was why he'd sought a room on the top floor after all. But it had been a particularly bad week. Sleep was alluding him the way shadows outran the midday sun.
And so he found himself in the elevator, his usual lightfooted bounce down to the cafe muted by shame and lack of sleep.
Seojin barely looked up when the doors opened. He was so certain, for a split second, that the person he saw before him when he did raise his eyes wasn't real. That he had actually fallen asleep hours ago, and tumbled into a dream. That had to be it. Because why else would Ki Eugene be standing in front of him? A ghost of a friend long gone. One resolutely unthought of, pushed from his thoughts on late nights like this, regrets and all.
He blinked rapidly. What the fuck was she doing here?
As if sensing his panic, the doors began to slide closed. Seojin hadn't even registered her expression, hadn't even begun to think about what he was doing before he shot his hand forward to keep the doors from closing. "Please tell me I'm hallucinating," he said, still staring at her.