phrases that really hit you where it hurts — accepting
Taemin laughs in a mocking way, hugging his groceries closer to his body. Perhaps it seemed heavy because he was carrying a paper bag full of green tea and sparkling water bottles, plus three small plain yogurt cups. A Herculean task at hand indeed.
At least it made the way up on the elevator more organic. Taemin was used to going through his chores and to-do lits with laser focus concentration, leaving little oxygen for things to survive in-between. He unconsciously shuts the world out, and by then his floor neighbors or actually neighbors only greet him with a nod instead of saying anything, because Taemin is hardly ever paying attention.
It took an incident with mysterious underwear to break that ice, and now he seems to bump in Junhoe sshi from 203, just one door away, everywhere. One face he recognizes out of a bunch of blurry ones. “Don’t wo-worry.” Taemin adjusts his grip to make sure he won’t drop anything. “I only look th-th-in and weak, but this isn’t my final form.”