.10 minutes in hell
hyunki’s got a blank page and he’s writing @msuhaejin‘s name
mistakes happen. everyone makes a mistake or two in their life. hyunki’s mistakes are... just a little different.
his mistakes include one such boy he never wanted to invite in like he did. but things happen and things happened and now neither of them is speaking of it. except that’s not how hyunki works. he thrives off talking about things-- except the things he really should talk about.
so when he hasn’t spoken a word about that night to anyone other than cal, for the time being, it means he’s itching to talk about it. and really, there’s no one better to do that with than the man who helped him commit the deed. “excuse me.” he’s pushing people out of the way, weaving through the line and ignoring the shouts of his rudeness or the threats of bodily harm. they didn’t really scare him enough. “pardon me.”
the speed dating was such a way to pin him down, watching him climb into the ferris wheel car, some poor girl about to climb in afterwards. hyunki might feel bad if he wasn’t so locked in on haejin. he doesn’t even hear what she says when she yanks him out of the way and slides in next to the other boy.
“park haejin!” the surprise on his face is completely fake and he gives librarian kim an sheepish smile. “oh wow, this is like a dream come true. i’ve always had a crush on you.” sell it. that’s all he had to do was sell it.
and thankfully, it seems to work well enough because the car door is swinging shut and in the next few seconds... they’re alone.
left to their own devices, conversation unheard and everything on the table. everything including, “so, we’re not going to talk about it?” and though it’s posed as a question it comes out more like a statement.
“because if we’re not going to talk about it then i will talk about it.” he peeks at the toseong boy out of the corner of his eye. “to anyone who will listen...”
