picnic | past
[ @empathets ]
the backpack doesn’t feel heavy at all on dowon’s lap as he waits on the bench inside the pizza parlor. he tries not to bounce his leg and shift things inside of it, but he has to catch himself numerous times. it’s not from nerves, or anxiety, no — from agitation. he hears the way taehyun is talked to by the customers and dowon’s stepped in a time or two already, but that only seemed to distress taehyun out more. so dowon is sitting on the bench, trying his best not to read lips or use his extra sensitive hearing to hear the insults thrown taehyun’s way. he can’t allow taehyun to lose his job, even if all he wants to do is wipe the floor with ninety percent of the customers coming through. it’s not taehyun’s fault for any of their grievance, the stupid bastards.
soon enough, taehyun’s shift is over and dowon’s standing from the bench, tossing the backpack onto his back. he cringes a little as something shifts inside of it, hoping that one of the containers hasn’t popped open. when he smells nothing of the dishes inside, he assumes that nothing’s broken or opened up. he looks up just in time to see taehyun heading towards him and he offers a sweet smile. “taehyunie,” he says, his voice gentle as he holds his hand out for taehyun to take.
