{ past } morning routine ;
kibum stands outside his apartment building, holding a styrofoam coffee cup -- the kind you find at popular cafes like starbucks -- in each hand. he occasionally sips from the one in his right hand, and he wishes he had somewhere to set the other one down so he could get his phone out and actually do something to occupy himself while he waits. he knows hailey probably won’t take much longer before she arrives, but still. he feels awkward standing there with two coffee cups.
after about thirty more seconds of trying to resist the urge to do so, he finally gives in and squats down, setting the drink in his left hand (the one with hailey’s name written on the side of the cup) on the ground and struggling to take his phone out of his pocket with his legs and pants bent at such an intense angle. before he can even get to the device, however, a familiar car pulls up to the curb, and he sighs to himself. he should have known that as soon as he tried to get comfortable, she would show up.
he stands up again, but not before picking up the other’s coffee once more. in order to open the car door, he has to set his own drink on top of the roof, but before he gets in he grabs it once more. “took you long enough,” he gripes, though he’s sure hailey can tell he’s only teasing. “i even buy you coffee, and you repay me by making me wait. how rude,” he says with a grin, handing her the cup with her name on it. “i hope i remembered the way you like it.”