▬ cold start
⌞@sgnwonnie
Maybe some folks couldn’t handle shining along with their daily rise, but Sunwoo was not one of them. Humming a happy little tune as he greeted the day, the wholly morning person bustled about well-lit dorm room in his morning routine. Neat clothes from his drawers, a cup of coffee, and his bag had the freshman out the door in record time. After the first few sullen looks from the rare students mulling around, he’d given up on calling out cheery morning greetings, but he couldn’t quite hold back the spring in his step.
That was why when a friendly voice called out to him a hearty good morning, the youth whirled around to wave back with all his heart. Unfortunately, for another person on the path holding a cup of cold coffee. His delight crashed in seemingly slow motion as he watched the beverage spill all over its holder’s hoodie, hands reaching futilely to somehow try and catch the liquid before impact.
Mouth and eyes wide, Sunwoo stared horrified, frozen in spot for a few moments. At last fingers grasped for his bag and dug through the contents for a pouch of tissues. Clumsily he tried to dab at the mess. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! Please let me just— yep, right there. There we go.” The barest flash of his tongue slipped out the corner of his mouth as the apologetic youth focused.
Pulling away, he studied his work with a critical eye. “Oh no, no, that didn’t help at all did it?” Having a sigh, Sunwoo’s shoulders dipped. “I’m truly so sorry for not being careful! I’ll be glad to make this up to you. Cross my heart!”
mornings are the worst. for someone like hyungwon who had way too many things going on all at once, his precious sleep time in the evenings matter the most to him. so when his blaring alarm cries out to pull him out from his peaceful slumber, there’s no other way to combat the sunshine that forces him out from laying on his bed with a quick iced coffee from the campus café. it’s either his dorm or fleur café he finds comfort and rest in.
it has been a routine for three years now. get up and push through the morning classes because his schedule can’t afford to place any of his classes in the afternoon, he gets his iced americano (or iced latte, whichever suits hyungwon’s cravings for the day), and hope for the best. and this day wasn’t any different from any of his days, too. after his morning classes, he grabs a quick lunch and goes to his modelling gig and follow through his dance training. he cannot afford to lose any precious time.
the universe seems like it has other plans though: other plans being getting drenched by coffee, courtesy by an over-excited stranger. the cherry on top is that hyungwon decided to wear his favorite hoodie that day too. you have got to be kidding me.
“oh my god,” was the auto response. a cold one delivered in an expressionless face, hyungwon’s eyes seem to be saying something else. his stare bearing more weight and anger as compared to blank stare how others would see him, the model clearly has no patience nor understanding. his day barely started! “watch where you’re going!” he snapped, a clear out of character from chae. watching how the other tried to “fix” the mess, he scoffed and shook his head in disappointment and disbelief. “christ. i have no time to change… just – “ he stops himself, looking at the apologetic male and sighs. “give me your number. i’ll think and decide how you can make it up to me.”








