@fmdhaejun
Promoting with Decipher again, even for as short of a time as it was, made finishing work by 2 feel odd and slightly wrong, like he was being lazy for not turning on vlive or practicing harmonies. Everyone in the company building seemed to be frazzled from the stress of work, but after a short cosmetics photoshoot and a brief meeting he was set for the day.
Instead of fleeing back to his home Seungmin went down to cafe nestled on the first floor. BC Entertainment may be a slave driver but they also had good taste, and the cafe’s coffee and bakery was probably the best on this side of the city. Slinking down the steps in his sullen melancholy from a day gone boring, he drifted to the cafe and into the back of the queue as he silently debated whether he wanted a white chocolate brownie cafe mocha or a raspberry cheesecake latte with extra whipped cream and sprinkles.
He choose the latter, coming out of the line with a cup as tall as his head and a drink topped with a mountain of white cream and raspberry bits. On the side of his cup his ‘normal, not celebrity name’ was written: Antonio.
“Yeah that’s me, I’m Antonio. Now I’m going to drink you,” he whispered before taking a sip, then he looked over the available seats and almost choked when he saw Haejun sitting with an old man in a shiny, new suit. Who is that? he wondered, the warning signs and curiosity sirens going off in his head. Seungmin ducked down behind the passing customers, squinted to make sure that yes, that is Haejun making that nasty expression, and stealthily he slid into the booth directly behind the pair. He held his latte, but it was forgotten as he leaned back to overhear the conversation.
“...Your father...the hopital...time...responsibility...” Pieces of the stranger’s lecture came by in fractures, each sending shivers down his spine and stimulating the worst assumptions he could imagine. He grips his latte harder, the cardboard creasing, and soon the strange man leaves. Once he’s out the door Seungmin stands up, hair tousled, and he swings around to face Haejun at the other side.
“Who was that?!” he blurts, wide-eyed. Is there something wrong? Is Haejun sick? Is there someone important to him that’s sick? His stomach clenched at the thought of Haejun enduring something like that alone, even if he regularly got on his nerves for the past few years.