✱ ㅡ ( @wskyuchul )
Seojin was firm in his belief that he was a farm boy stuck in a city boy’s body. The proof was in the pudding, so to speak ㅡ or more so in his intense enthusiasm for the great outdoors. Getting his hands a little dirty never seemed to be a fear for him. It initially sparked his "fantastic" and spontaneous idea of inviting Kyuchul to spend some time with him, assuming it would be a much needed change from their constant time spent within the walls of their companies.
It was a risk to ask someone as in high demand as a member of Crescent. ( He questioned: how did he even manage to rope him in in the first place? ) Seojin needed to nurture his friendships with as many people as possible, partially given the fact that he did not have nearly as many older male friends as he would like to. Kyuchul could be someone to look up to ㅡ quite literally.
An activity in the fresh air and a good friend to share it with ㅡ Seojin truly couldn’t ask for more. He was grateful for the company giving them a little slice of heaven at a secluded, peaceful river. They were free to be as boisterous as they wanted, speak as they wanted, without any sort of prying eyes holding them to insane levels of scrutiny.
The Korean language did not have enough words, metaphors, or idioms to describe the relief Seojin felt simply taking a walk outside. His wild heart belonged here but he’s too much of a romantic to list it as one of his true loves. ( That list might be far longer than he realized. )
“Even the air smells nice, y’know?” Seojin tried to keep in pace with Kyuchul, slowing down his steps every once in a while when his feet got too ahead of themselves. Being overly excited was starting to become a detriment to their little excursion. "Where do you wanna set up our chairs by the shore? We can just chill out like two grumpy old men."