∫ex=f(uⁿ) || Dara x Yongguk
Sometimes it happened, occasionally, and recently a little more often than usual, that Yongguk actually took his time to walk into the city to get food. Usually, he would suffice with whatever he could find, but he sort of seemed to have found a liking in Japanese cuisine these past few weeks they had spent here.
It wasn't that he minded the walking, no, he actually enjoyed it and tended to take his time on the way, stopping here and there, watching the people on the streets. Not in a creepy kind of way of course, he just thought it was... interesting to observe, and it kept his mind occupied, and it never got boring. At least not to him.
If only there was a way to block out the noises from the streets, the trips into the city would actually be perfect.
It was late evening when he returned to the circus grounds this day, carrying a bag with food in his one hand while his other was pushed into his jeans' pocket. Another day where he had gone into the city. He had woken up early, so he would have enough time. He was never a fan of hurrying -- or coming late.
It was as always, when his eyes wandered over a typical morning scene for the circus members. Well, it would be typical at least -- if there wasn't something, or more like someone, who made him stop in his tracks, and for an instant, he only could stare at the legs hanging from the truck that he was just about to pass by.
"Is it comfortable to sleep in there?" he asked in a joking manner when he took a few steps closer. "Are you alright?" The second question was added quickly, before the first one could even be answered, and he came to his final stop in front of the truck. "Or do you need help?"
