lily white | @saerinity
dinner is just over, plates cleared off the tables. the taste of dessert — something airy, chocolate-flavored, and insubstantial, not so much something to be consumed as to suggest the idea of it — lingers at the back of his throat. he takes a final sip out of his wine glass (white, some italian vintage, he wouldn’t know) before that, too is whisked away by the white-gloved hand of the waitstaff.
the second half of the night is about to begin. dongha’s eyes dart from one end of the table to the next. insoo’s smug, stupid face is at the left head, because of course. jp1′s somewhere in the middle across the table. dongha’s eyes trace her hand, the way it moves when he speaks.
he swallows, and looks down to his own, the bubbling excitement of his feelings — nervousness, admiration, a little guilt, she’s just really pretty — more intoxicating than anything he’s had to drink tonight. it’s kind of fun, to have a crush.
but it’s even more fun to have someone to talk about it with.
dongha lifts his head and looks in saeri’s direction, where she’s sitting near insoo, unfortunately. he tries to catch her eye; she’s one of his few friends here. they’re all going to get up in a moment anyway, the night about to begin in earnest. dongha’s not quite sure he’s ready for it. he wouldn’t mind a little distraction, a little bit of saeri’s reassurance. across the table, he cocks his head to the side and mouths ‘wanna talk?’