𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟*𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩.

it was some kind of conspiracy, she deduced, that made people in this town friendlier as the weather got chillier. it was as if they knew she’d prefer to be without their company that made them all the more eager to insert themselves into her solitary narrative ( something she was typically good at maintaining ). she’d only just narrowly escaped the clutches of a chatty group of church ladies when she fell into step by adam. ‘ friendly ’ wasn’t the word she’d use to describe the relationship between the wolf and the witch, but ‘ hostile ’ wasn’t right, either. “ considerin’ half this town doesn’t know how to operate a computer, i’d say your prospects aren’t so bright. ” leaves crunched beneath the soles of her boots, serving as pleasant enough background noise in the otherwise still autumn air. “ though, i will admit, your conditions are pretty much cornerstones of my personality. ”

if there was a few things adam loved - the pretty little wolf girl was able to cross them off. she was beautiful, shared his type of humor and most importantly; actually giving him the time of day. ‘ aren’t you suppose to be in before the moon comes out or somethin’. ‘ adam teased. ‘ if you need somewhere to go, my doors always open. ‘ he wasn’t exactly sure why he was flirting with her. it was just one of his many unneeded traits. but it was also his way of easing into an actual conversation if his partner decided they’d stay around for more of his bickering. and truly, he did want her to stay. not for potential kisses or to take her home. but because lately, he’d been feeling a little left out of simple activities and getting more attention had become an everyday part of his to-do list.

It’s dark as he steps down from the stage, guitar still held loosely in his hands. They won’t have earned much from this performance, Sunwoo knows, and definitely not enough for a new amplifier, but it’s the exposure that counts. If they were in it for the money… they wouldn’t be in it at all. Music isn’t a profitable business, it’s something you do because you love it.

And as he looks around, he spots a familiar face. He waits for them, still too tangled up in his instrument to really go anywhere (the space is narrow, and he doesn’t have the money to buy a new instrument because he broke this one by bashing it into a wall), trying to find a safe route back to his instrument case.

“I told you not to watch me sing,” he says, accusingly but not really meaning it. “It’s embarrassing.”

‘what’s so embarrassing about performing?’ adam couldn’t help but roll his eyes, ‘ if you don’t want people watching, you don’t stand in front of the mic’. 

he wasn’t exactly sure why’d he shown up. but he was here and he did enjoy the performance. it set the mood for the nostalgic moments he so badly missed and made him feel a little hope that they’d be back soon. ‘it was nice, you do this a lot?’

adam wasn’t a good friend to the people he’d known for a long time so he surely wasn’t gonna be good company to a stranger. but...it was thrusday, close to night time and needed someone to drink with. so he’d play their game if he could get something out of it.