shatter.
@jinhongmi
seoul is an awfully small city when he thinks about it. geographically, that’s madness, and population-wise, equally so, but when he coincidentally bumps into the same people over and over, wonwoo can’t help but think seoul is truly only a few metres in area rather than over forty thousand square miles. how else would he be drying mugs at the counter and eyeing a familiar face across the cafe floor, expression on the other’s face largely unfamiliar to him, even if they had only met briefly once before ( and in rather stressful circumstances )? how else would he be contemplating going over to ask if he wants a refill even though his break is about to start and he’d rather be curled up on the staff room sofa texting his boyfriend? fuck, he thinks, as he stacks away the last mug and starts his break, wandering over to the younger boy, when did I become so fucking soft?
( the answer is rather obvious, but he pushes it aside just for now. )
“hey, is everything okay? you want a fresh drink? you look a little...” like shit, like a stranger, like you’ve seen a real ghost. “...lost.”