[ jisung → jipoo poo ] hey. ya weenie.
[ jisung → jipoo poo ] you’re goin on dates w my group members?
[ jisung → jipoo poo ] you don’t have food @ home???? ?
[ jisung → jipoo poo ] 20 mins. let’s get u food.
[ jisung → jipoo poo ] for home.
≫≫ last message SENT 22 minutes ago.
brushing through the building’s sliding glass doors, the end of his black coat whips up with the rush of cold air, billowing with every wide stride of his long legs. his bare fingers play with the keys on his phone as he sends his final message —
[ jisung → jipoo poo ] <33
looking up from the screen, he enters her apartment’s luxurious lobby, delivering a quick nod in greeting at the doorman and then an emotionless wink at the women behind the reception desk. jisung stops, noting that jisoo has yet to arrive, and then proceeds to plops his lanky form into the nearest chair, the leather cushioning his sweet little ass as he settles. he adjusts the mask on his face, the rough material previously constricting his nostrils, then inhales deeply. he leans into the seat with closed eyes.
this moment is needed. inviting his beloved little sister out to a wholesome, midweek afternoon of grocery shopping and bonding, just like the old days by the summer sea in busan... only it’s winter. and it’s snowing. and they’re in seoul. but nonetheless, spending time together, holding onto home is something that he’s been deprived time of for too long, especially as december’s workload for alien increases with gaining momentum. it’s wonderful news for a dedicated leader, but not for an oppa trying his best to keep ties with his dongsaeng. a smile curves behind his mask. he’s a brother - to many, but first and foremost to jisoo. a guy like him needs the reminder before he can lose too much of himself. it helps that the very thought puts his heart at rest after busy days... but hell, he’ll never be the type to rest for too long.