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if there’s one thing in the entire unending universe haechan hates, it’s waiting. haechan could count on one hand all of the things he loved, yet would have to count even mud smeared toes and stars just to amount up to the things he hates; though waiting will still always be number one.
balanced on a crickety bench and wobbly knees, haechan leans over his front gate in bored anticipation. sweat sticky fingers following the beat of a 50’s tune he hums. haechan has been balanced for as many short minutes as he can count, braced carefully for his daily observance of nothing and everything at once. watching eagerly as clouds take form and pass, silently as the elderly walk by, and sullenly as ants make passage between his fingers, descending down the wall opposite of his waned body.
it’s only when a familiar scrape of shoes against pavement echoes off in the near distance does haechan break from his painful spell. hands gaining purchase on uneven blocks to hoist more of his weight onto his tippy toes in order to pop above the cement for better viewing.
there, lying past no point of return, a familiar face persists down the slope drawing his words out without thought.
“konichiwa～”