#iris 1

ren had been settled with his cup of coffee for a fair while, content to sit and glance over the rim as the mini rush began, settled, and ended. that last part culminated now with ren in his booth, watching as iris approached. despite the emptiness of his mug, ren actually clutched it tighter, smiling nonchalantly as everything but iris fell to the background— everything aside from the gnawing reminder at the back of his skull that she was june's friend. fuck. how many years had it been? why did he still care? what factor did death have on that? not like you can wikihow the response to a dead girlfriend.

as the thoughts stewed, a movement finally caused him to look up, then to immediately shake his head. "fuck, i don't know where i was then." a soft and short laugh. ren's dimple appeared in his cheek. "lunch. that was the plan. help a feeble minded fellow out?"

“Iris West?” Carol sat down at the cafe table, two coffees in hand. “I know, I know. Morning coffee should be sacred and all -- but I bought you another to make up for it,” she said, sliding over one of the cups. “Flirted with the barista to get your order. She was getting all jealous and cute until I told her I only wanted to talk to you about a story,” she said, smirking lightly and sipping her coffee. “You interested in what I have to say?” 

Okay, so I'm all about Hyun Jun and Seung Hee, but I pretty much love the way he and Seon Hwa talk to each other without speaking.