ristretto 2022 // (kyubyul)
it took a lot for him to imagine what to do if he saw his ex at this party. he can't even remember if they ever broke up properly. no, not really, considering he left so suddenly. would hanbyul remember him like he remembered hanbyul? questions like this made kyumin bite his nails, standing to the side. his weight was shifting from foot to foot.
it had been a few minutes since hanbyul had arrived, and honestly, he didn't know if he could muster the courage to say hello. he felt like he was going to melt into a puddle and not be able to do that again. besides, would they even be able to see each other after today?
he kind of--
he hoped so.
and for that hope, he swallowed his nervousness and took the few steps that were needed to stand in front of hanbyul and stare at the floor instead of him. he had spent a long time before staring at hanbyul, now he wasn't sure if he could do it without blurting out something stupid.
he was still taller than hanbyul, though. he had noticed that before. it made him smile at the time.
"hey. remember me?"













