[To Baek]: I just got off work!
[To Baek]: I'll be waiting outside 7-11.
--Message sent--
Blowing at the stray strands of hair that were falling over his eyes, Chanyeol adjusted his glasses as he glanced left and right in search of a single silhouette within the dark of the night. His lips puckered, whistling a quiet, jaunty tune that he had come up with on the fly to pass time.
Be patient. The giant thought to himself. You just sent the message, like, three seconds ago. However, he was unable to cease his fidgeting, a physical manifestation of the excitement of seeing his childhood friend. How could he be blamed - after all, the other was the first (and at least, to him, the best) friend he had made; and was also the same friend that left him behind a year after their first meeting. A quiet chuckle left Chanyeol at the memory of himself years ago, face blotchy with tears and snot running down his nose, making the other swear that they’ll be friends forever, sealed with a pinky promise.
And look where we are now. His whistling paused, checking his cellphone for a reply of any sort. I hope he hurries...Chanyeol sighed, rubbing his growling stomach in hopes to appease it. I’m starving.