waiting game
circa 2017 with @xvdiso
it’s antagonizing to watch. the slow tick tock of the second hand works to steadily chip away at his patience. his eyes roam over to the scene unfolding by the whiteboard, narrowing at the veiny hand (not his) that lifts every five or so sentences to flit through thick hair. jeez. is he asking for advice or flirting?
it isn’t anything new, anything particularly out of the ordinary when it comes to trio. yoon siwan sits idle, foot tapping a slow 5/4 beat and fingers itching while a tidier tuft of brown sits to his left, idly browsing away on his phone. patience of a saint, that one. him? he lacks discipline. patience. siwan’s been told. sentiments received though not entirely heeded in the slightest. if it was worth waiting for, he would’ve waited.
this? this wasn’t.
his fingers twitch, nails scraping over an array of black scales beneath the sleeve. pesky little habit he can’t seem to kick. siwan pinches, twists, pulls till there’s a little give. a notable sting. sharp scent of metallic his nostrils flare at. tch. he’s quick to smooth his fingers over the loosened scale, expression darkening in irritation when he stands, pauses to inhales deep and exhales once he stops in front of his friend.
his poor poor friend and his just-as-poor (give or take one) taste in men.
“yah,” reaches out, brushing over the curve of seoho’s ear before pulling out the earbud. “wanna just go? i doubt jinyoung’ll be done anytime soon...” siwan spares the student-teacher pair another glance, eyes rolling. “and i’m hungry.” he adds on, ending syllable whiny with the way his hand lowers, fingers sliding around the point of seoho’s elbow, tugging lightly; lower lip jutting slight for emphasis.
“cmon—he can catch up.” or not. it doesn’t matter either way.