⚊ expertise;
our journey needs to start somewhere, @minhyvkke
Hoseok was running down the streets now and he never really did that. He didn't mind getting to places late, he always used the excuse that he was being fashionably late, but since he heard from a teacher that using that wasn't cute or accepted and next time he would get some kind of punishment (which actually happened and he had to do a research paper on human bones), he decided he needed a change.
So he was running, bumping into people on the streets shile listening to them yell dirty words at him, but he didn't care. it was good that the cafe wasn't so far from where he was, but still the minutes he was late plagued his mind, like his teacher's saying he was never going to be a good person if he kept arriving late.
you're always late, hoseok, that's a sign you don't care, he said.
only he did care, he cared too much, too bad he was always late.
he was out of breath and sweating, despite de cold outside, his chocolate hair was all messed up by the wind but still he tried to scan the place, in an attempt to find his friend, the one he was there for.
when he spotted minhyuk, he just took one last run, almost knocking a waiter over, but finally reached his destination.
"h--hi...", he huffed, a hand over his chest, as he tried to calm his heart and breathing. "sorry i'm....i'm late!"
