#celx-hara

Coffee shops had to be the only places that were this busy this early in the morning, Jongdae supposed. That, and hospitals, because apparently they were always busy. He stared dully at the line of heads in front of him - a stream of multicoloured hair that led to the only substance that would keep Jongdae on his feet for the next hour. He couldn’t even remember getting out of bed this morning, he’d skipped a shower and brushed his teeth only long enough to distinguish any morning breath. His hair was a dishevelled mess, and his hoody hung loosely off of one shoulder, unnoticed by himself.  An ungainly yawn was breaking out of him at the exact moment the doors opened behind him. At first he just threw a passing glance over his shoulder, mere curiosity at the sound of the little bell singing, but he had to double take when he realised it was a face he recognised. For a few minutes, Jongdae stared blankly at the beautiful woman entering - surely it wasn’t her - just a look a like, right? It can’t be - she can’t be - this can’t be...  Heart thudding wildly in his chest, Jondae took another minute debating whether or not to go over to her, earning him a stern glance from the man in the queue behind him when he obnoxiously ignored the serving girl calling for his attention. Instead, Jongdae stepped out of the queue entirely, to walk numbly to the other woman.  “M-Miss, are you - you aren’t - is it really... is it truly you? M-Miss... ” he stammered and stumbled for words, his eyes growing wider as his tongue grew number in his clumsy mouth.

Perhaps it’s a childish fear, due to trauma or something else he couldn’t figure out, but Hansol is really, really scared of thunder storms. Rain was fine, it was okay. He could tolerate a simple shower, the sound of drops falling actually relaxed him enough to go to sleep or he just simply ignored it. But when lightning cracks through the sky and thunder shakes the earth, panic climbs up his throat and spreads throughout his body, and he can’t do anything but hide until it’s over.  Of course he’ll never admit his fear to anyone. Manly pride before anything, right? Today he was needed to help out in the music shop. Whenever he goes, his job is to order the CD’s, attend the cash register and clean up afterwards. But the day had been calm enough, only two or three people coming by and he just spent it ordering the jazz sector of the store. His boss finally told him he could leave. After receiving his pay, Hansol leaves walking, calmly putting on his headphones as he walks down the sidewalk. The street’s considerably empty, and that’s strange. He glances at his clock and it’s barely half past five. Then, he notices the dark cloudy sky and he feels dread creep up on him. It’s his bad luck that did this, he’s sure. The first thunder rolls across and he just has to hide. Hansol looks around. His house is too far away, even if he did run. He sees a grocery store close by and he ducks in there. Thunder rumbles once again and he’s desperate. He runs through the aisles to find a decent place. In the end, he hides beneath a table with beef samples, hoping no one takes notice.

As usual, the poker tables were the most popular. That was as good a place to start as any. 

↪ I know things are always a constant battle for you but you got this. You’re smart, you’re pretty and you can see the dreams of other people. I mean, out of those three I think I’d really like to be at least one of them. ↪ What the fuck I’ve literally only known you for four days. Or nights, depending on how you see it. What am I even doing??↪ Well if anything happens you know who to call. ↪ My blades are always sharpened. ↪ But I’d really prefer to collect my dues before you die.