The droning patter of the rain calls out to him, its simple melody distracting him from his initial path from the restaurant to the coffee shop--or how he saw it: from eternal boredom to enjoyable company, Jonghyun's. Yet even after trickling all his efforts into a clean, direct path, he can't help the weight that tugs his limbs down, anchors him to a spot in the rain just to hear the calm and soothing song for a couple of seconds. His eyes shut, a raindrop falls on his lip, his cheek, one skitters past his chin, a couple kiss his hands; the rest slide off the the thin raincoat he'd made a coworker lend him with the promise of coffee in return. He stays this way, stranded in the daft dance of rain for what seems like hours, although his watch tells him it's been minutes. A dull hum wades from his mouth, swallowed by the sound of the rain, as he finally walks towards the door with quicker steps as if Jonghyun was waiting for him, as if he knew he was going. But that was a detail he always wields--surprise, the unpredictable chance of him dropping in, of him being gone, or of him walking in half drenched from rain he could've surely avoided.
"It looks dead in here," he calls the moment he enters the door hoping his words aren't too soaked with the rain from outside to the point of sinking before ever reaching their recipient. Minjun's eyes flicker around, taking in the scene of emptiness before he begins to walk again. Each step is punctuated with a cringe as he can hear a squeak, subdued but present all the same. It brings him shame in faded waves until his lips purse with an innocent shyness, one he tries to break with another line. "Your audience is here--what've you got for me? Coffee and what?" A smile runs through his lips, his elbows slide onto the counter, his face fits in his hands and he stares expectantly at the young man in front of him. "Bored without me?"