with @mgeseo

at the subway

Seojun is one of the many men wearing crispy white social shirts with a variation of black or deep blue neckties. It’s like an office worker mass production factory, all of the standing up on the subway, one hand hanging on the iron bar and the other holding the smartphone.

His glasses slide down his nose inch by inch, but Seojun doesn’t seem to mind. He is replying to some emails his supervisor sent him regarding all the paperwork he’s going to face today and how one of the printers is not working properly (”please deal with that, Seojun sshi, I’m counting on you!”) and he lifts his eye from the phone for a brief second to adjust his glasses when he sees the person if front of him just staring. At his pants. 

Subway pervert! 

June had to be one of Seokjae’s favorite times. Flowers were alive and vibrant, the sun was shining, and all of nature seemed just seemed aligned and absolutely perfect. Since he’s lived in Seoul, every June he came to the botanical gardens to witness the blooming flora. Usually, he just came alone, as he didn’t really have anybody to go with, nor did he want to accidentally bother anybody by asking him to go.

But this year, he actually had somebody to go with. Sure, it was somebody he had a little crush on, but at least it was somebody. /Remember, Seokjae, don’t seem too excited or dorky,/ He mentally reminded himself, not wanting to look like a complete mess in front of Eseo.

“So, do you want to see the roses first?” He asked, walking in the gardens. “I mean, whatever you want to see, just know I’ll be blabbing on about meanings, colors, anything I can blab on about, since it’s in my element.” He chuckled, looking around. “God, everything just looks so beautiful…”