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“a cafe sounds great! i’m kind of hungry.” she said as she patted her stomach. she turned to the braixen and pet his fur. “i’m going to talk with wonshik for a bit okay and later we will all have celebratory picnic alright?” she said to the braixen. when ken nodded, luda smiled and withdrew him.

she took a deep breath when they finally reached the outside of backstage. they weren’t outside just yet but the cool air from the cooling system was fresh enough. backstage became very stuffy with all the coordinators hanging out. she followed wonshik outside and saw the cafe next to the hall.

“i find it funny we did similarly despite not even being in the same category,” he laughs faintly, clicking his tongue before taking a sip. he sits back in the cafe chair, the cool metal frame pressing into his back.

“seems like ken’s been doing better but… couldn’t just make it up, right? hard to catch up when you fall behind, but vanillite and i had the same issue,” he says and shakes his head. 

“been years since either of us have battled but sometimes i find myself asking vanillite to use moves like he would in a fight, but obviously that doesn’t go down so well here.” he sighs. “i feel like i--or we, both vanillite and i--should know better by now, but…”

wonshik turns back to luda with a chuckle and smiles reassuringly. 

     “wonshik oh my god,” hongbin can’t help the immediate feeling of regret coursing through him at the thought that he definitely should’ve stayed behind the counter but there’s a warmth in his chest that he hasn’t felt in a long time – probably not since the last time they had talked over skype. it takes him a moment before he tentatively reaches up, hesitantly hugging the other male back and he wants to recoil and push wonshik away but at the same time he wants to pull him closer and he doesn’t know what this could mean. 

     there are a handful of odd feelings that he’s started to feeling during text conversations and skype calls with wonshik that he can’t really pinpoint but, he’s also pretty sure he doesn’t want to find out. the other male is his best friend, and he’s been that for a very long time and hongbin would very much rather keep it that way that change anything. 

     though, now that he was back, and timezones were no longer a thing, he’s sure that this friendship wouldn’t be as hard to maintain. especially since they could literally see each other whenever they wanted now. 

     he’s honestly not sure what else he had expected when he had come around the counter, considering his best friend had literally leapt over a couch when he had seen him at the counter. he thinks he knows what wonshik is trying to convey into the hug – which is the real reason why he’s not protesting too much, though he can’t help the whine that slips past his lips when it goes for a bit longer than he had expected. 

     when the hold around his shoulders is loosened, hongbin finds himself surprised to be a bit sad about it, though he’s glad he hasn’t been let go of completely. he doesn’t pull away despite being given the chance to and he glances up to meet the other’s eyes, wrinkling up his nose cutely. “youre making me regret it,” he teases, amused and he shakes his eyes, eyes bright. 

“and here i was, ready to have you teach me a few choice phrases,” he sighs rather dramatically, far more animated than he normally is just from sheer excitement. “i guess i should just be glad i have you again.” 

he tilts his head curiously.

“how’d you start working at a pokemon center, of all--no, wait--don’t let me ask you,” he suddenly cuts off his boisterous jabbering in embarrassment, his own words reminding himself that hongbin is still on the job and that he quite carelessly interrupted him. 

“here, don’t let me keep talking to you and making a fool of myself--you got a front desk to attend, yeah?” he laughs, tucking his other hand into his pocket as well, rolling on the balls of his feet.

“say though, hongbinnie--you’ve already got a new phone here, right? give me your number, dude. i’ll text you my address or something and we can hang out later,” he says, pulling his phone from his pocket and offering it unlocked with a slight flourish to the other. he smiles and bites down again on the inside of his mouth.

     “you have to earn that respect first, hyung!” he teases with a grin as he coos at cleffa, unable to help but adore the little pink pokemon that reminds him so much of bomi. out of wonshik’s pokemon, he thinks that cleffa is one of his absolute favorites – it’s not like he has a soft spot for baby pokemon, no, of course not…

     startled at the sudden jolting of the phone, he glances up in surprise to see a familiar figure running in his direction. quickly, he ends the facetime call, waving in return. “hyung!” he calls out, grinning widely. it’s been way too long since he’d seen wonshik last, and he can’t help but hurry forward those few extra steps to meet the other, arms automatically wrapping around wonshik’s middle when he sees the other male. 

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it’s probably the sole reason why she had a (small) height complex, honestly.

he lets himself be lead without a word, though he follows behind with an arm stretched a bit forward, hand tight in hers.

wonshik glances around the room just to do anything but stare at bomi. he pinches at the carpet with his toes, deciding that looking at them is safer than looking at the unmade bed, or at the girl holding his hand--but he’s always a glutton for punishment, so he follows the line of his arm to her anyway.

It’s then he finds a hot coffee being dumped directly on his chest. He winces at the feeling. It burns enough that he reacts before he can really think about it. He hears the other apologize, but is too busy to respond right away. No, first he’s got to pull his shirt off completely and hold it away from him… He’s happy that the terrible, burning coffee is gone.

“Ouch…” He laughs a little now that he’s escaped the pain. “No worries, man. These things happen. You didn’t get burned, did you?” He’s smiling as usual. He knows that this poor stranger didn’t want to dump his coffee on him. That would be silly. So he’s certainly not going to be angry about it.

However, it suddenly dawns on him that he is now shirtless… And covered in more than just a few very visible scars. His expression drops and his face lights up bright red. Well… He got himself into this situation. He can’t really do anything about it now. He slowly pulls his arms over him self and stares at the ground. He laughs very awkwardly.

“Uh… S-Sorry. I didn’t think about-um-being shirtless. Awesome. Just great”

He’s completely dumbstruck by the marks across his skin, briefly wondering rather inanely if he somehow gave him severe burns from the coffee--how could it even have been that hot--but he realizes that obviously that’s stupid--something must have happened to him a while ago. His gaze lingers for a brief moment (the guy is more toned than Wonshik would have expected), but his head snaps back up to the coordinator’s face at the sound of his voice.

Wonshik’s fingers still hurt, but he just blinks at the other’s nonchalance. He opens his mouth, but only can manage a faint noise of acknowledgment.

He’s still drowning a little in guilt--how come this guy doesn’t seem to be that injured? Wonshik should be grateful, but…

At the other trainer’s flushed face and seemingly delayed reaction, Wonshik’s own ears burn and his limbs, though a little too loose, chose to cooperate with him again. (Oh, god, was Wonshik staring longer than he thought? He didn’t mean anything by it, but--)

“H-hey, it’s not a big deal,” Wonshik manages, withdrawing an outstretched hand when he thinks better of it.

How does he approach this? Internally, he flails for a moment like a beached Feebas, and doesn’t think how that shows on his features, eyebrows knit in a grimace. (He does step closer, an unconscious move to shield the stranger with his larger frame.) But maybe that’s the wrong thing to say too because this guy does look like he’s ready to panic--this is a big deal--and Wonshik finally realizes that he misunderstood the problem.

He doesn’t really even think about it--the jacket he has pulled over his dress shirt is a little oversized, so it’s easy for him to slip it from his shoulders.

“Here--this is my bad--take my coat. It’ll probably be huge on you, but better than nothing, right?” he says, holding the jacket perhaps too close to the other’s chest. He’s still a little tongue-tied, but he keeps his eyes fixed on the guy’s face determinedly.

The jab is met with an equally cheeky retort, even as he squirms a little in Wonshik’s hold: “I’m being nice and giving you a chance and your head’s already in the clouds! How’re you gonna focus on the game like that, hyung?” An ever cocky grin blooms. “Much less count how many drinks you’ll be buying me.”

His attention is already on the game at hand, a briefer glance given to the rules than what he spared the attendant outside an offhandedly courteous half-nod. Competitive blood only takes a few words to rouse, and his is already pumping even if this stall was an average kid’s game, really; he takes them all just as serious as any other, but it’s even better when it’s Wonshik he’s up against ─ not that he’d claim that to be the main source of his interest. 

“The most in the time limit? Easy,” he laughs, almost excitedly leaning against the stand. “No rules outside of the defaults, right?” Not that Sanghyuk would cheat or anything like that, of course. “You sure you can see well enough for this, Shik-ah?”

He nods in confirmation, leaning forward to grip the edge of the stand with both hands. Wonshik doesn’t put Sanghyuk above foul play, however--and in the back of his mind preemptively prepares a counterattack (y’know, just in case).

His own grin twists into a scowl at everything implicit in Sanghyuk’s jab, and he nearly bites down on his tongue in protest. Him? Old? Sanghyuk might act like a complete kid, but he’s hardly younger than Wonshik--who has the distinct urge to reach up and box his ears. (Oh, god. He’s even thinking like an old person in response.) Only Sanghyuk would talk down to him and barb him for his age in the same breath. If his blood were simmering before, now it’s practically bubbling in rage and competitive energy (and a stew of other things too much like mush to pick apart).

His mouth is still moving a little slower than his brain because all he can splutter out is an indignant “I--I’m farsighted, not--” before cutting himself off with an exaggerated groan of injury. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realizes no matter how he reacts he’s just feeding the fire further, but he can’t help but prod. Deep down some part of him enjoys the back and forth far too much, and he distantly wonders when exactly he picked up a taste for being so thoroughly disrespected.

Wonshik raises a hand up as if to smack him, but withdraws his arm before as if thinking better of it, clicking his tongue again. He picks up a dart, and somehow resists the urge to chuck it at Sanghyuk instead as the attendant goes to start the clock.