@hvcil.
EXHAUSTED. juyeon was consumed, worn out. for some other reason, the gods have decided wretch his day, from start and presumably finish. he lets out a big sigh, his trademark smile painted professionally on his features despite resisting the urge to just drop to the ground and scream. he checks his phone, glancing at the notification containing only the words ‘student lounge.’ before grabbing the two beverages he ordered earlier and heading to said place. along the way, he cursed any person stopping him in his mind, with kind eyes and light tone and appointed smile in spite of his shaking grip on both of the drinks he’s holding, insides boiling and bones weary. sometime soon, he felt like he was going to crush the plastic cups right there and then before reaching his destination, with the amount of unconscious force spilling from his hands. still, he wasn’t going to just walk away, that wasn't how he was taught, it wasn’t what was engraved deep in his cores— he couldn’t, even if he tried— so he smiles, figure almost trembling in the eyes of onlooking passerbys. finally, he reaches the student lounge; taking a quick glance around before walking his way towards the otherwise empty space. juyeon sets down the two cups on the table, plopping down next to the other, his smile dropping just as quick.
“hey,” he simply starts, voice slightly hushed. “are you busy?”
