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📍 : brown brew coffee ╱ after class — 𝄞 ⤷ with @doyunmk

responding to a message from one (1) lim doyun was always a gamble. aside from the god-awful memes the other sent, there was always some sort of "trap" set up at his expense. the words seemed harmless, 'meet me at bbs @ 4', but for jonathan it was a set-up for his social downfall. while, yes, this was one of his closest friends—the first one he ever made at lumera, honestly—the person he befriended was a venus flytrap for the non-social. and he was the fly who couldn't resist coffee if his life depended on it. a vicious cycle, he thinks, as he gently deposits juno on his bed and heads out of his dorm.

brown brew wasn't far, thankfully, the walk easy despite the navigating of bodies he had to get around to make way there. he knew this was only the first stop of the excursion, anyway—he wouldn't be out of doyun's metaphorical trap until almost curfew despite how valiantly he opposes. he presses the pads of the headphones closer to his ears as the sounds pick up, humming to drown out the sound to calm himself as he briskly makes way into the plaza. he spots doyun through the window before the other spots him, hair a beacon under the florescent lights that anyone could make out. the chime signals his arrival, but he slides up besides his friend anyway. he doesn't give a proper greeting, never has, but he does move close enough into his vicinity to allow doyun to latch as he was prone to.

still, he knew this was doyun's way of hanging out, all under the guise of luring jonathan into sense of false security. unfortunately, offering caffeine to a addict will make him fold in record time. "you're paying," comes the soft murmur to the elder, fox-like eyes scanning the menu with ease—as if he wasn't going to order the same thing he always did. on doyun's dime, of course. "a black c-coffee... and..." he fumbles as he makes eye contact with the girl behind the counter, shifting it away and titters on, "a tiramisu. uh, please." a part of him wished he had his companion with him to tuck into his shirt like usual. anything to help ease the the discomfort of being perceived. to distract from how he could still somehow hear the buzz of the florescent lights though his headphones.

"i'll find us a table," he quickly mumbles, turning on his heel and quickly shuffling away with a nervous gait. the one he picks is furthest away from everyone, quiet enough that he feels secure in slowly slipping the headphones from his ears with a soft sigh. it was getting harder, he realized. dealing with the noises. he could do this, though: hanging out. he could sacrifice the discomfort for a while... especially for a friend.