☽ — solas gealaich — ☾

Minhyuk had his hands tucked casually into his pant pockets, eyes cast on the road ahead. The aura around them had shifted when they left the building, making Minhyuk feel a mixture of emotions. He felt awkward, mostly, and a little guilty that he didn't have much to say now that they were walking without any task. He didn't mind walking in silence, quietly enjoying another's company, but he wondered of Yeoyoon was the type that needed conversation in situations like this.

"Jolie, sit," Minhyuk muttered to the dog at his side, giving her rear a couple of pats to get his message across. Jolie was fortunately well-behaved, sitting almost instantly, though her tail still wagged and her tongue didn't retreat to the confines of her mouth. Her eyes were locked on the other dog's--he could tell that all Jolie wanted to do was play, but Minhyuk felt the smaller dog's discomfort and nerves coming off in waves, almost making Minhyuk himself feel uneasy.

Minhyuk nodded, he could certainly vouch that Joohyuk was a different person when he danced. Though his memory of dancing with the other was a little hazy, he'd never forget the first time he'd witnessed Joohyuk dancing. It was thanks to his passionate moves that Minhyuk even bothered to approach the other, anyway. "Yeah," Minhyuk agreed, "He definitely is."

Minhyuk nodded, breathlessly agreeing, "It definitely was." He took another sip of his drink, as if explaining the tale had entirely exhausted him. Placing his cup down, Minhyuk followed suit and gazed around, eyes falling on a particularly unimpressed couple sitting a few tables away from them. Making eye contact, he bowed his head apologetically, burying his face in his drink once more; he was relieved when the couple looked away, but he could have done without hearing them click their tongues and sigh. 

"Make sure you feed Shadow soon," Minhyuk called over his shoulder to his co-worker. "He had a pretty tiring day today, she he'll probably sleep for a while. But when he wakes up he'll be hungry, so make sure there's food waiting for him." Minhyuk's eyes flitted upward, biting his lower lip in thought. He had a bad habit of reminding his co-worker to do things that he already knew to do, but the other never complained--probably because Minhyuk did hold an authoritative position in the hotel. "It'll probably still be a slow day, so you should be fine on your own, but don't be afraid to call if you need an extra hand or two." With a nod and a wave, Minhyuk ushered himself and Yeoyoon outside, letting the door close behind them.

"Gayoon," he started, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, "I want to eat all the time." Then, Minhyuk sighed. "I just never visit the supermarket. I can cook basic meals," he shrugged, "I'm just. Lazy?" The word wasn't one he was particularly fond if using in regards to himself as he didn't necessarily consider himself to be lazy. He was passionate and driven, but the determination was heavily focussed on dancing and improving his voice--nutritious groceries were low on his priority list. He smiled sheepishly, admitting softly. "Side dishes would be greatly appreciated, though."

Minhyuk could hardly believe his ears when Yeoyoon hit the note, the widest, brightest smile entirely sweeping over his face. Still feeling entranced by their duet, he stared off into space, still clutching the guitar, to let it all sink in. He'd been swallowed up by the song so much that he didn't even have to think about what he was doing, as if his body reacted to Yeoyoon's singing and played along as if it was the most natural thing to him--more instinctual than breathing. 

Minhyuk's eyes widened too; he was still in disbelief that it all actually happened. "I don't even know how we pulled it off, honestly," he admitted exasperatedly, "when I say we were drunk, I mean drunk. But we managed to pull off something incredible; he did a full spiral around me! It was insane!" Minhyuk hadn't realised his voice increased in volume. He smiled sheepishly, consciously lowering it this time. "But it went well, until we had to high-tail it out of there as fast as we could." He sighed. "I don't think I ever want to do something like that ever again, though. We could've died or something." Minhyuk was half-lying; as terrifyingly dangerous as it was, it was a lot of fun.

Relief came over Minhyuk in a rush as the girl honestly assured him that it was okay. He worried she'd be irritated that he'd wasted her time, that he'd pulled here away from prior plans only to be told that nothing had changed since the last night they saw each other. He was able to relax his hands then, unfolding them and opting to place them in his lap, a small smile on his face. He was starting to take a liking to Yoona, feeling himself grow slightly more comfortable, and that was always a good sign.

Minhyuk did his best to abide the speed limit, but the anxiousness poking at his insides made his foot press down on the accelerator with more force than he'd intended. The last thing he wanted wast to leave a sleepless Dongwoon alone with his thoughts; he needed to get there as soon as he possibly could.

He was somewhat startled, but mostly relieved when Yoona cut in before he could finish. He was especially relieved to discover they were in the same position; though he did feel quite guilty since unlike Yoona, he hadn't even mentioned the idea to his partner. He worried his lower lip between his teeth.

Minhyuk tried to hide the smile, shrugging his shoulders instead. "Hungry and grateful," he corrected. "It's the least I can do to thank you for cooking." He certainly couldn't deny how hungry he was, his stomach audibly rumbling would betray him if he tried to lie about it anyway. But he was grateful; he wanted to help the other as much as he could as thanks. "Lucky me indeed," he chuckled, continuing onward a half-step behind Gayoon to let her lead.

As the girl began singing, he felt the smile on his face grow. He was expecting the other to have a nice voice considering she had said she could sing, and he was relieved that she was doing justice to one of his favourite songs. He continued playing, fingers dancing on the strings, careful not to make any mistakes so as not to throw Yeoyoon off--he'd curse himself if he caused the girl to make a mistake.