idiosyncratic;
Petite figure rested elegantly as her back leaned slightly against the cold surface of the streetlight pole, a futile attempt to shelter away from the effects of the icy night breeze that hovered the Hongdae playground by anchoring her body under the only source of warmth that could be found at the glorious hours in the morning. Insomnia didn’t seemed much like an advantage in the winter, especially when tenuous lines regarding her already impaired health were crossed, and although the brunette didn’t mind waiting the slightest, she rather not allow another case of 3am guilts to approach her conscience through breaches in her wandering mind.
After all, in night as such, insomnia no longer held a proprietorship over her attention. Night birds as herself were so extremely arduous to discover around the streets of Hongdae that only contributed for her growing fondness over this peculiar friendship.
Peculiar was definitely an accurate way of defining their friendship, especially considering how much of opposite poles they appeared to be, a ghost of a gentle smile teased its way past her reddish lips as her delicate fingertips tapped her phone’s screen in order to kakao him the footage regarding the performance for the night, nodding her head ever so slightly in both agreement and approval, Ara deemed childish how proud she became of him at the end of every night.
“Hello to yourself.” She greeted the taller male, a teasing tone enveloping her velvet voice as her hazel orbs diverted from the phone towards his now undiscovered features. “If you took a minute longer I would had frozen right on this spot, I thought only girls in their wedding day would take this long to change clothes.” Shoulders were shrugged in an elegant manner, a chuckle escaping through her parted reddish lips at her playful words. Ironic, one might state, Ara was always the one who rather to be fashionable late to almost every occasion. “I just kakao-ed you the video, I must admit that I’m quite impressed, Minhyuk-ah.”
Extending a slender hand, the younger offered the newcomer a cup of coffee, quivering it slightly in a silent reassurance of her invitation. “I didn’t thought you’d take my music suggestion seriously, but you indeed do a better job than I’d expect choreographing it.” Compliment was accompanied by a gentler voice tone as she clicked her cup of coffee with his in a playful manner, a silent celebration. “You must be starving, though, do you have a place in mind for dinner or shall we venture across the area once again?”
