plotted starter for the lovely @daheeful .
counting down time to when the two would be working on the paper together again, last time there had been a brief touch —- brush of fingers when handing over photos taken, the very images where dohyun had witnessed another hair color on dahee, an orange hue in his normally black and white pictures. it was giving two plus two, equals four. the mystery of whomst this woman was, why she had given off such a strong sense of familarity ; safety and warmth. a sensation the homme had only felt once in his life before.
scenario had been played over in his mind, how to approach and confront this student about the hunch there had been haunting him for a few weeks now. door closed behind him, watching as the femme stride over to the set up computers, readying herself to scribble the next news story for the paper —- dohyun standing at the door for a while longer, not that he needed the courage but, a fear of having to escape to another country if he approached this wrongly.
one step and another took him closer to dahee, one palm resting at the table next to her arm resting with hand on the mouse ; his other resting at the back of chair in an almost trapping manner —- acting as if he was simply studying the small write she'd do on screen but, the words leaving his pair of lips has a deeper meaning ; voice low, yet with something soft decorating over it.
" minsun ? "
