Second Spring
A starter for @lmxuxi
The air is chill, but in a uniquely pleasant way; invigorating more than it is bone-chilling, even as Sicheng can see plumes of his boyfriend’s breath swirl in his periphery. A skip in his step, he tightens the weave of their fingers, their hands tucked together into the pocket of Sicheng’s coat, and tries his best to take in the beauty of their surroundings.
The onset of the autumnal season is so much more evident here than it is in Seoul, the sidewalks lined with fallen leaves, each one its own unique hue of orange-red, and the sky is a pale grey, rich with the crispness of sea air. It’s the sort of place Sicheng didn’t know he missed until he was there, and to be here, with Xuxi, hours away from his obligations, it has yet to settle, and still has a feeling of unreality about it, like he’s bound to wake up from it and find it was a dream —although anymore, most of his dreams are filled with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and displeased trainers, and are nowhere near so pleasant.
They pass by a restaurant, the scent wafting from it unbelievably tempting, and he watches their reflections pass by in the window, in their matching coats, smiling softly to himself.
“Let’s get something to eat...” he says pulling forward a bit so he could spin round and face Xuxi, and although he knows they’ve just come from a cafe, where they’d shared cheesecake, and imbibed sugary lattes, he’s starving, and he’s not on Blackout’s clock right now, so to Hell with dietary considerations, “Before we go back, I want some real food...”
