an untitled starter for @sgnwooseok
hours have already shifted deeper into the night by the time yibo finds himself back at the dorms. oil licked, slightly smudged in grease and admittedly, both exhausted and still slightly pissed off. on nights like these, he forgos his academic responsibilities and trades them for cramped spaces underneath motor vehicles, and it’s like the closest thing to the feeling of home.
tonight though, work had been less liberating and more headache inducing. customers, tight-lipped and breathing down his neck, eyes scrutinizing. but when they do open their mouths, they bleed near ridiculous demands filled with ill-concealed scorn. he learns to pay them no heed and absorbs a facade of unbothered ataraxia. yet even then, stupidity is like a constantly pulsating vein on his forehead.
pulled out of his thoughts by the sweet smell drifting in the air and the only source of light illuminating otherwise dark dorm floor, yibo stops on his tracks, the curiosity and emptiness of his stomach prompting him to approach the kitchen. the light is a little too bright and the figure in the middle of the room, both a stranger and an acquaintance–- sort of. but not really. still more a stranger than anything else, which is why his presence here and now, is rather questionable.
“ah!” he exclaims, surprised and confused at the same time. “you...” he hesitates. traces back his steps; there is no possibility for him to have entered the wrong building. seongnam is still like a corn maze during nightfall, but his sense of direction can’t be that bad. “what are y o u doing here?”