tea time
@glrminryung
Over the last week Intak took to locking himself in the practice rooms, writing and relaxing. He only resurfaced for food and to refill his water bottles and showed up at the dorms late at night. This morning, he considered not going to the studio building. Hanging out at the dorm sounded like a better option than locking himself away and it seemed he wanted some human contact, something he hardly received when locked away writing.
After doing his typical morning routine and changing out of his pajamas, he sighed deeply. The sweat pants and hoodie he donned were all new clothing items but oddly felt roomy and comfy. Content and somewhat more comfortable than he imagined, he shuffled out into the hallway and toward the kitchen. Tea, he wanted tea. And something for breakfast, but he was debating whether he wanted to cook or have something small and woefully insufficient to satisfy his hunger.
Humming along to a Drake song, Intak rounded the corner and into the kitchen, doing a ridiculous impression of Drake’s Hotline Bling dance. It took him a second to locate where all the tea was. Choosing honey and chamomile, he filled the kettle with water and waited for the water to start boiling.
That’s when he looked up and saw a familiar face. Smiling, he gave a single nod. “Hyung, morning,” he said softly. “Tea?”
