gps / feat. @badluxe a street near midas hq
daehyun's not sure when he got turned around. somewhere between the last staffer pointing vaguely down a hall and a stairwell that led nowhere, his sense of direction finally giving out.
not that he’d admit that aloud.
he moves like someone who knows where he’s going, even now—shoulders squared, pace steady, expression unreadable. it’s not about pretending. it’s just habit of someone who’s used to being watched.
he checks his phone again. no new messages. no updates. just a slowly draining battery and the creeping sense that he's been walking in circles for longer than he wants to admit.
he stops at a hallway junction, the kind that looks identical to the last three he passed through. inhales. exhales. smooths his coat.
then—footsteps. another figure approaching from the corner of his eye. vaguely familiar. another idol, probably.
daehyun lets his gaze flick up, head tilting slightly as he shifts just enough to make it seem intentional. not too forward. casual, but not unpracticed. open and pleasant.
“you look like you know where you're going,” he says, voice light, if not a bit strained. “which is fortunate for me.”
his tone doesn’t change as he adds, “i’m supposed to be meeting someone at dream cafe, just nearby. i took a shortcut.” his lips quirk, cold amusement dancing in his eyes. "though maybe that was optimistic."
he lifts a brow, faintly expectant. not begging for help—never that—but just inviting enough, an offer to see if the other man might be able to point him in the right direction.
