& buttercup.
@mmseonchan !
it’s no secret that sung wears his heart on his sleeve, that his feelings are written all over his face as plain as day, no matter how hard he tries to hide them when he’s not feeling well. usually though he’s happy, and today is no exception. it’s clear that he’s excited about not having to stay behind at yosul- even though he’s still getting over a minor cold.
the ju jak house are having an outing to some magically run amusement park, and although they’re supposed to stick together, something about safety in numbers, or whatever, he finds himself getting ( almost predictably ) distracted. he’s too busy making funny faces at a baby in a stroller to realize that his group has ditched him, and when he finally does realize that he’s alone they’re already so far gone that it’s way too late to even try and catch up.
he pouts- makes a mental note to whine at jiyi later for leaving him- before craning his neck to look around and find someone he knows. he spots a familiar crown of fluffy hair, and before he can second guess himself, or even hesitate, he makes his way over to where seonchan is, sheepish smile in place, ears reddening ( from embarrassment? nervousness? he doesn’t know ).
“hey hyung,” sung starts, voice soft. a sudden bout of shyness takes over him, makes his tongue heavy and mouth full of cotton. which is weird, because he knows chan. maybe it’s their shared history as first and third years who immediately hit it off until they crashed and burned in ways that even chan’s love for cartomancy couldn’t even predict. or maybe it’s the fact that they’ve just recently started talking to each other again, but sung still feels that ache of something missing.
he brushes it off and grins, somewhat crooked and endearing all at the same time. “sooo... i kinda got lost,” he admits. crinkles his nose because the statement makes him sound like he’s still a baby even though he’s not. “ugh, that made me sound totally lame, didn’t it?”
“anyways, i think your cards said we should hang out together.” a bald-faced lie, especially since sung isn’t even that interested in divination ( only just interested in chan ). “so what d’you think?” he asks, face expectant and just a tiny bit hopeful, stepping forward into the other’s space unconsciously.