coffee shop 。

@ΝΓΤ ³ yanjun。 The night came whispering sweet nothings, wicking the heat away from his tired muscles faster than his body could replace it. Taeyong exhales the umpteenth sigh for the evening, his breath rising heavenwards in artistic swirls following the action as emerald spheres observe the smoky puffs join the assemblage of what he assumed to be were the silhouettes of passing clouds against the moons chilled, silvery beams. No more than an hour ago was the sky painted in soft hues of salmon and lavender, but as the night crept on, all color had gradually faded leaving only a matte black canvas in it's wake with no stars to be looked upon. The streets however, were still bustling with activity, night life bursting in an almost nightclub-esque assemblage of colors as the flickering lights from billboards, restaurants, boutiques and passing vehicles illuminate the surroundings in a wild show of multi-colored flashes. Taeyong absentmindedly stares down at his sneakers whilst he waits his turn to cross the street, observing his obscured reflection through the puddle on the turmac as the traffic rushes by, pondering whether there'd be anymore rainfall considering the fact there was a brief drizzle only minutes ago. Then again, he'd been the smarter one to check the weather forecast in the morning and bring an umbrella along with him, so he figured he was more or less a winner tonight.

He finally lifts his head as the vehicles all come to a halt, the stoplight finally having signaled the pedestrians to cross over as a sea of bodies all begin to shift in unison in response, pushing and shoving in order to cross the street before the light transitioned back to red. The redhead was just about to follow suit when he caught something, more like, someone, enter his line of vision − someone he deemed familiar. Taeyong squints, ignoring the dissatisfied murmurs and few cusses directed at him from the many people who were brushing past him as he tries to get a better look at the other. "Yan? No way, Yanjun?" He exclaims under his breath in a hushed whisper, sounding completely incredulous as he finally places a name to the others face, the warm lights from the coffee shop having cast itself on Yanjun's countenance at just the right moment as he took a side glimpse for Taeyong to be able to recognize him.

Taeyong couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Yanjun, all he knew was that it had been a while too long and that he was beyond ecstatic to finally see the other. Dare he say the mere sight of Yanjun rekindled a flame in him he never thought would spark to life again. His lips part to call out to Yanjun and a hand raises up into the air in attempts to grab the others attention. However, just before the others name could roll off the tip of his tongue, Taeyong notices a third presence that disrupts him. Pearly whites sink into the corner of his lower lip as he realizes Yanjun was probably waiting for /him/, for Zhao Jian. How long had they been dating again? He couldn't quite recall, all he remembered was Yanjun's infatuation with Jian since the three of them hung out together years ago, how Taeyong suppressed the butterflies he had in his stomach whenever he was with Yanjun, and how he played off the fact he was head over heels for the other because Yanjun was smitten by someone entirely different. He wavers, lips pursing into a thin, white line as he lowers his hand and the grip he has on his umbrella tightens. Taeyong wouldn't be the one to interrupt, he decides. Just like old times.

In the end, he had to wait another turn as the vehicles reared up and sped past once more. Taeyong couldn't seem to take his eyes off the two though, and no matter how it felt as though he was prying − he just couldn't help it. They seemed to be talking, but something about their body language came off as incredibly off to him. Yanjun kept his head lowered most of the time, looking up at Jian only occasionally, seemingly unable to get a word in most of the time as he went on talking. It just didn't sit well with him, how the whole thing was playing out. The redhead could only catch glimpses of what was happening due to the raging traffic blocking his view, but the more the events progressed, the more it seemed to be going downhill. A cab passed by and he saw Yanjun grab the others forearm, a car went by and he saw the Jian violently brushing Yanjun off, another passed and he saw Yanjun left standing alone as Jian stormed off.

It was just then when the heavens decided to be a part of this cruel series of events as a droplet of water landed on his cheek, followed by another and another − the rain was expected, but it came without warning and in full force as a flurry of umbrella's (read: including his own) opened. He craned his head at several angles to keep his eyes on Yanjun, inwardly hoping the other would take shelter from the rain but instead, he saw the other rooted to where he stood despite everyone else running from the rain, getting soaked until eventually, he was completely drenched. "Yanjun! Ya, Lin Yanjun!" Taeyong seemed to have finally found his voice, but the rain and traffic easily overpowered his calls and he grew restless, entertaining the idea of jumping into and navigating through the ongoing traffic as his gaze furiously flicked from the spotlight to Yanjun's form. "C'mon hurry the up." True to his words, Taeyong was the first to bolt across the street the moment the lights switched colors. Upon reaching Yanjun's form, he made haste to cover the other from the rain before all but shrugging off his jacket and draping it around the others shoulders. He wanted to say something but, what?

@ΣΥΤ ² mingyu。 Chocolate eyes looked over each textbook that found themselves on the table, the firm slap of each cover echoing in their corner made Jeonghan raise a brow at the man. Wondering what in the world was this over sized lump of meat doing when he could’ve had another come to his aid if it was in regards to his school work.

Listening to him speak, Jeonghan couldn’t help the dry smile appearing on his lips, his smiles and his laughs never seemed to reach his eyes. Dead, blank eyes staring at the boy in front of him whom had the idea of calling out the older to a cafe for this manner.

“You have no idea, how much I want to ing punch you right now.”

Jeonghan shook his head with a soft sigh, fiddling with his fingers before he ran a hand through his hair again, a habit before he bit down on his plump crimson tier in thought before he sighed. “And if I help you, what am I going to get out of it. I have to get at least something. I don’t do things like this without anything in return, Mingyu.”

Jeonghan rose a perfect brow, fingers itching to hold on his camera that he should’ve brought along to pass time. He knew that Jeonghan would deny helping the man in anyway with his work. And yet found the perfect way to trap the man. He hated to admit it, but god, he was smarter than he appeared. It kind of frustrated the blonde a bit.

@ΣΥΤ ² mingyu。 Jeonghan was never one to care for those. At least, he never was one after that incident during his Sophomore year. He wasn't very sociable nor was he pleasant to talk to. Which was why it came as a surprise for the blonde haired male when he had received a text from Mingyu. Setting down his camera, Jeonghan grasped onto his phone, looking over the text that had poured in soon after.

Text. After. Text. Vibration after vibration, it was driving the beautiful man up the wall with how desperate the man sounded. Huffing out without much of a reply to the sophomore's rampant calls and texts, Whatever the hell it was. It better be worth it. Jeonghan concluded as he grabbed his things. Making his way through the campus towards the man's stated location.

At this point in time, the elder had made his way to the bus stop that rounded off the corner of the cafe. However, he stopped, his auburn eyes resting on the lanky man's figure that he could see. His back facing where he stood and already, the platnium haired male let out a soft chuckle upon seeing the man's bouncing, nervous, and rather paranoid body in the chair. Boy, did he look ridiculous.

Waltzing into the room, Jeonghan moved with long strides, soon coming to sit down in front of the man who had messaged him to the point where he had to beg for him to come. Crossing a long, slender leg over the other, Jeonghan's lips pulled into a chuckle that didn't quite meet his eyes. "This better be good, Mingyu."