âMaybe itâs too much for me to expect kindness.â
SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING
Gikwang wasnât a morning person. Not in the slightest bit. This morning he had woken up in a particularly foul mood, feeling that writhing and seething coil of pure irritation in the pit of his stomach which was weighing him down so immensely. There was not a single reason for him to be up so early, however, he had been suffering from insomnia for the past few nights along with exhaustion sucking the life out of him and he simply couldnât drift off to sleep yet again. He limped towards the kitchen in search of coffee just to find out there was no coffee powder left on the shelves, nor did he find the remnants of it anywhere else.
Thatâs how he ended up in a long line of waiting customers at a nearby coffee shop with no seat available, his hood pulled up over his head and a pair of sunglasses to hide his identity. It was crowded probably due to the weather being so indecisive in its ranges from fairly hot to ridiculously cold and today was one of those days with a downpour in addition to that. Everything was moving disturbingly slow and that pushed Gikwang to curse so creatively under his breath, stringing together verbs and nouns in a combination that would make people laugh if anyone around happened to hear his murmuring.
Finally sitting at the currently available table for two people only, Gikwang firmly plugged his earphones into his ears and blocked out the noise surrounding him. That being said, he couldnât possibly realize that someone had just approached him and asked about an empty spot across the table. A sudden nudge on the shoulder caused his annoyance to fill him to the brim quickly and in little to no time, he was ready to mindlessly fire back, âYah, what the heck?!â.
Realization struck him like a lightning bolt when his eyes darted up to look at the girl standing in front of him, his annoyed face suddenly morphing into a look of mild bemusement. Before he said anything else to excuse himself, his face had already been flared up all the way to the roots of his hair, pretty much because of her sharp comment on his repulsive attitude, âI-Iâm sorry, miss. I couldnât hear you over the music, I thoughtâ Never mind. Just take that seat, Iâm not saving it for anyone. Be my guest.â