@matthew k。 Changkyun was beyond anxious, closet full of clothes and still nothing to wear. He was thinking of just giving up and throwing on just a plain ol t-shirt and jeans but that wouldn't be cute. It was hard finding an outfit when going on a date. Was it even a date though? The other didn't make it seem like it was, Changkyun just let his imagination run free after that encounter. Imagining them sharing a drink and drinking out of two straws like in the movies. The thought alone kept him up all night.
He finally settled on a simple silk baby blue blouse that he'd been hiding in his closet because he was too afraid of it looking too feminine on him, along with a pair of white skinny jeans and matching shoes. This actually looked cute on him when he posed in front of the mirror, shooting little finger guns at his reflection before laughing at how ridiculous he was. Despite the nerves that settled in his stomach, Kyun couldn't help but feel elated that he made a new friend.
Changkyun valued his friends a lot, no matter what he'd make sure that they were happy around him. No bad mood went unnoticed around him and he'd make sure that they smiled and laughed. It was part of his happy go lucky charm and so far it hasn't failed him. At the ring of his door bell, Kyun squeaked and scrambled to get his keys and wallet before practically sprinting to the door. Opening it with a huff he greeted the tall man with a wide grin and flushed face.
‘You made it.’ He signed before stepping out to close and lock his door. Kyun then turned to the teacher and signed his name. It was something he forgot to do when they first met so before anything else he introduced himself as Changkyun then asked for the others name with a smile.
@ᵒ changkyun☪i。✓ Was this the right suite? Was he even really supposed to be here? Well, he did explain that he was here for someone, so he shouldn't exactly have a problem. At this point, he was standing in front of a dark mahogany door with a small welcome mat below that his feet had barely touched. He hoped well that this was the right place, or he would feel seriously ignorant at this moment. With a sigh, Matthew lifted his hand up into a closed fist, knocking on the door at least a good 5 knocks. What time was it? Shaking his arm a little, his sleeve rolled down to show the watch that rested on his veiny wrist. 3:28. He was just about right on time.
Lowering his hand down to his waist, he waited patiently for the other to open the door. As he was waiting, Matthew couldn't help but to think if he had looked to the younger wolf's liking. Why was he even worried about that anyways? Well, possibly because of first impression. The other night wasn't exactly a proper introduction to himself and he definitely wanted to make it up to the other. Hopefully everything was going to go right.