( stars have nothing on you ) ; @steadycompass ⸺ + !
jisung hasn't quite figured out the balance yet. how to be what he needs in order for things to be as easy as possible with micah. friends. friendship. his eyes flicker like the big dancing flame between them to where he watched micah linger; with his barely touched alcohol in hand, with the stars overhead daring him to remember all the trivia he had learned earlier.
friends. friendship. miyeon didn't introduce the purpose that his stupid brain was frantic to think lately. he had already take two too many steps. their last walk... meeting him at the restaurant. (jisung spent too long getting ready, spent time staring at the wall wondering why he was doing this). stupidity? synonyms: crushing, hard. the recklessness that always took the helm before his avoidance kicked in.
it pushed him forward— his legs carried him to micah naturally. muted music, excitement and chatter, bonfire popping and whispering fire, crickets beneath the stars... it's becoming a habit.
he approaches from micah's side and places a palm on the man's shoulder to announce himself. his glasses catch the fire to his right (it hides whatever light there is that kindles on in the depth of his dark eyes when they make eye contact). "hi." unassuming beginnings and he feels silly about that. "i have to stop running into you like this," he's teasing (flirting? he's flirting and that's stupid of him), certainly when he keeps inviting micah everywhere, when he won't stop texting the man either. "glad i did though." he grins, and runs his free hand through his messy hair.
"maybe we could do the thing;" our thing? it was becoming their thing, really, "take a walk?" he wiggles his brows like it's funny, like it's a joke how he always ended up walking alone with micah beneath the stars. he motions off into the distance; anywhere would be good, maybe, as long as they were alone.
