chanyeolrk:
[ / you hear a deep voice calling out from behind you! ] hey, mister! [ / the voice is distinct and the boy who it belongs to is scurrying down the sidewalk, previously occupied by the thought of lunch before he had suddenly become preoccupied by the sight of a fallen item — a wallet, to be exact — that he grabs and chases after the suspected owner. ] d-did you drop this? [ / he asks, winded and struggling to catch his breath once he’s gained the other’s attention. ] it was back on the street there, and it looked like you had — i’m so sorry to bother you if it isn’t!
{ /he would’ve completely ignored the calls of the deep voice that distracts him from the music on his earphones, dismissing it as the stranger probably calling out some other person on the sidewalk, but the latter proves otherwise when he stops in front of Myungsoo. the trainee draws himself a step away from the other to glance at the wallet in question before he stuffs his hands on the pockets of his black sweatshirt. a mask conceals more than half of his face like the usual when he’s going out of the company’s premises, so all he responds with is a shake of the head, quietly confirming the answer to himself when he palms on the leather wallet still intact inside his pocket. after all, he’s never the type to be inattentive so as to drop his necessities in the middle of the street }
