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@soojungxkr

Kyungsoo arrives five minutes before the appointed time, as always. If there was something he was taught while growing up was that being late for an appointment is not only insulting but it demonstrates a complete lack of manners. Fortunately, Kyungsoo does know how to plan his time accordingly and with such detail that a single minute lost is enough to delay his entire day.

He is a man with methodical ways who plans every single thing and always has a plan B just in case. And probably a plan C as well. Which means that him standing there for the past six minutes is already a waste of his day.

The man he is supposed to meet arrives with a scarf covering half of his face, a jacket twice his size, sneezing like he is the bearer of all viruses known to man. He outstretches his hand but Kyungsoo dismisses him with a “no, thanks, I plan to remain healthy for now.” He’s a friend, he is used to Kyungsoo’s singular mood. “You’re late Mr. Park.” Is all he says. One minute, he hears the other reply “Well, lives can change in a minute.” He may sound like a drama queen to the older, but he is quite right, he knows that. He is handed what he came to get, watches the other rant between sneezes and coughing fits, understanding that he is thanking him for the favor and that he understands that Kyungsoo doesn’t usually do that sort of photoshoot before Kyungsoo interrupts him. “I owed you one, I’m repaying, I won’t do it again so now that you’re grateful, go home, you’re either going to get sicker or cough a lung and I don’t want to see either.” He gets an eyeroll and another coughing fit. Kyungsoo exhales.