in hindsight, minhyun shouldn't of have gone about his way so carelessly, weight of ground and airborne transportation weighing his stomach down and allowing only a singular thought to occupy his head — if only he were any more calculated, the predicament that hangs above his neck on a loose thread would never have the chance of occurring. if only he took a breather, looking at the paper he tightly gripped in his hand, he would have seen a glaring issue printed in big font and everything would turn differently.
all the luck in this world could gather within his body insofar he's bursting at the seams with it and none of it would ever be enough to aid a boy who doesn't think to simply stop and… read.
so when the doors open ajar, the first thing that comes to minhyun's mind is not even the raise of his gaze to acknowledge them, rather to call out how he hasn't requested room service in a simple dismisal. only when he's met with silence in return does he lift himself off the bed, an annoyed sigh caught in his throat like a lump of coal before the sight bestowed unto him.
a woman. with a suitcase.
the doors behind her —- closed.Â
"hey," he says reluctantly and with a blatant voice crack, phone set aside, though the audio of a random video continues playing. he knew jiaxin was coming (something about taking a break from everyone in-betweens why are you even asking), and still her appearance in his room takes him off guard.
"why are you… here?" comes the obvious; eyes adrift to her baggage. "i mean, you can wait here while the reception does... whatever… but i wish you texted me, like, a heads-up."
@goodbyejvly /
