♚ eastern downpour ; taemin ✘ rina
seoulbabylon:
It isn’t until he is there, witnessing in colors the haze that is Tokyo, with its blurred collection of zapping cars and hurrying figures, that he remembers just how big a real big city can be, how tiny and fragile the majesty of it all makes him feel. It doesn’t strike him negatively, like it can do to some people — it does nothing but stimulate him, filling him with newfound greed to replenish the emptiness the glimpse of the afternoon sky between walls of skyscrapers sets in the pit of his stomach.
The fatigue from the flight is only a memory as he drinks all the energy in, and within twenty minutes on the cab’s backseat, he goes from a vaguely aware, drained lump of flesh to an excitable young child, fidgety fingers quickly retrieving his phone from its concealment in his jacket’s pocket, tapping away at it in search for a particular number among his contact list.
[ text → rincchan ] REJOICE FOR I HAVE ARRIVED. and i feel like such a domesticated teenager from tiny old seoul around here
He does wait a couple minutes to see the alert Rina is typing back. Before she can get to send her reply, his fingers once again fly over the screen, managing to beat her when he hits send.
[ text → rincchan ] gimme three hours and we'll be out, no excuses from you. it's my first time in here in forever. let me buy you a drink, or five, let me spoil and exhaust you
[ text → rincchan ] please ㅠㅠ
Anticipation is something – an emotion? a mindset? a state? – Rina has grown somewhat ignorant of. During her entire life, anticipating something correlated to being disappointed in the end or even worse – rather than the lack of reward, she got a punishment. Even if she did nothing wrong at all; except for hoping (another thing which, at least in Rina’s life so far, has proved to be a bad and hopeless thing, despite the word itself meaning the complete opposite – how ironic, isn’t it?).
And yet, Rina’s days kept being filled with smaller and bigger sessions of anticipation, whether it be her favorite television show broadcasted or getting her payment at the end of the month or something entirely different – waiting for a friend to visit her, just like tonight.
It’s the familiar buzz of her phone that snaps her out of her pondering and Rina quickly reaches for it, a name she has long not uttered popping up on her screen – a name that also causes a smile to crack upon her lips as her fingers slide across the virtual keyboard to type a reply.
[ ✉ text; taempon ] oh—took you shorter than expected.
[ ✉ text; taempon ] well, /aren’t/ you a domestic teenager? I mean, you barely look like you’ve gone through puberty
[ ✉ text; taempon ] just kidding.
Before she could finish her next reply, there’s another one from her friend waiting already and she can’t help but roll her eyes at the content of the words.
[ ✉ text; taempon ] tae, I don’t drink. but you can buy me an orange juice, if you want to. even five.
[ ✉ text; taempon ] but first, give me just one good reason why I should abandon the safety of my soft, warm and fluffy bed on this lovely night (◕‿◕✿)
