#synrgetic

@synrgetic ↺ reblogged for a starter

                  was this how it would be from now on? NO ONE to pick him up from the Airport? Taejoo had sprinted off to take care of this misunderstanding - miscommunication actually and Yoochan was left behind, sitting on a bench with his and Taejoos luggage next to him. The moment someone came closer, Yoochan raised his gaze. ❝there you are, I didn’t think that you would come back, did you figure out a solution for our PROBLEM?❞

OH SORRY. WAS THIS WHAT YOU WERE EXPECTING? My MISTAKE HOW SILLY OF ME. @synrgetic

            “ONCE...I consumed six shots of espresso,” he started, “like straight up...” he clarified, it wasn’t in a latte or in a beverage, “so instead of my coworkers stopping me from doing so, they watched me as if i was a HUMAN experiment,” he continued, snickering softly, “i figured i’d be up for at least TWENTY FOUR HOURS and maybe more but in the end...” he shook his head, “i just fell asleep the minute i got home...cold brew coffee seems to keep me up more than straight espresso,” he said, “something must be really ODD about me,” he scrunched up his nose.

          “please don’t tell me you’re going out in... that. i mean, y’know, you could do better.”

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“nothing you say will ever make up for what you did.”

The first emotion that sparks through his veins is sheer panic, because no one who’s ever said they simply wanted to have a word with Seven has ever said anything good, and these scenarios have ended any way but nicely. He hopes Chanwoo hadn’t found out about his… outsourcing, but even if he had, he’d cross that bridge when he got there. No need to give himself away if the cat isn’t out of the bag already. He forces himself to calm down and take a breather though, fixing his features into an expression of nonchalance that belies his wariness. “Sure hyung. What’s up?”