Parallel lines || {Kris + Junhong}
Eight minutes to eleven-thirty. Kris kept a close eye on the timepiece fastened around his wrist, watching the hands maneuver beneath the glazed surface in an agonizingly slow pace. There's not much time left until his bartending shift ends yet he could barely leave the counter due to their regular customer binding him in chains of flirty conversations. Nothing too unusual, of course, part of his job is to feed guests with a walloping pack of entertainment and flirting is occasionally served along with it. In fact, he has grown accustomed to dealing with a throng of females hungry for his attention but despite this, the torment he was suffering from the influx of words escaping the lady's moistened lips went beyond normal capacity.
The warm air swelled with upbeat music and incoherent chatters, almost drowning the half seductive, half playful voice calling out for one more shot. Wearing a mask of joviality, he whips up another one of his exotic concoctions, wary of the eyes trailing his every move and just like a highly skilled mixologist, Kris gracefully fills the polished glass with a fusion of colors harboring a distinctive taste one would desire."Here you go, Miss. I'm afraid I have to go now. Hmm, family matters" his voice were coated with faux melancholy in a plain sailing attempt to earn her approval. The excuse wasn't entirely fabricated since it is Scorpio who needs him at the precise moment which he considers as his second family. With an envelope being passed to him and a subtle nod lifting up the girl's chin to indicate the go ahead signal, he sets off at once, donning a victorious smirk.
Kris bent his head against the spitting rain and trudged towards the entrance to Scorpio's weaponry lab. No, he doesn't have any transactions to deal with and weapons do not genuinely tickle his fancy, as a matter of fact, he rarely equips himself with one, it is mainly because of personal reasons. Nothing but a cloak of silence welcomed his presence as the door swung open, igniting pangs of annoyance within him. Each person is immersed in his own world, manifesting his passion onto bits of metals like they were born for it. Kris weaved across the tables, rubbing rain out of his hair whilst waves flip up everywhere.
Leaning against the wall, his gaze dropped down to the individual seemingly unaware of his arrival "Hey Junhong, don't tell me you're not going to greet your 'HYUNG'?" a soft bark of laughter broke free to cover up the unintended condescension wrapping his words. It meant no offense in any way but Kris' glittery tone says otherwise. His fingers slightly brushed the wrinkled envelope before tossing it in Junhong's workplace, "Someone gave me discount coupons for the newly constructed restaurant just a few blocks away from here. Mind joining me?" he asked, slyly closing their distance to pat the other's head, "Hyung is not taking no for an answer" he adds as his finishing touch, a mischievous smile tugging his lips up at the corners.
