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"Do you still listen to Canon in D?"
"I do."
A chortle played along his lips, "You're still the same but more mature."
"I never was irrational, was I?"
Another sip of liquor strode down his throat as he hummed, "You know, I wouldn't agree to that after what you..." He eliminated divulging furthermore, spotting my head sink, "I'm sorry I..."
"It's fine, you are right I shouldn't have done that," I added my acceptance before his guilt came gushing over.
"No really, I apologize, I shouldn't have brought that up."
"Yes, I understand..." Hoseok came back yet still on his phone call, "I'll be there no worries... Yeah... ten in the morning, I remember," Suspending the call he faced both of us. "I'm sorry, it's just that my students have this audition and so, I have to check up on their practices quite often."
"I understand," Assuring him, Namjoon left the occupancy of his seat, "I shall take my leave now. It was nice meeting you both."
Embossing Hoseok, he bid him farewell, I left my place as well, being on my feet then. Quickly adjusting my skirt, and fidgeting with my hair, I made myself more presentable in the meantime Hoseok and Namjoon exchanged their last words.
Yet feeling uneasy, his move to attend to me never halted. I perceived his arms afloat around me, taking me right against his chest, in an embrace, "I missed you." His lips letting go of the phrase I was sure would then be on loop, his voice low enough to reach just my otic. I encountered a good whiff of his cologne, intangibly smeared from his clavicle to sternocleidomastoid, and intending he wouldn't capture my figure melting into his, "Hope we meet again soon." Reversing his act, he was back to standing upright. Nodding to his exclamation, he beamed and I reciprocated.
"You're going to be here from now on, right?" Hoseok asked him.
"Yes, why?"
"Well then surely we'll meet up again... almost every day?" He seemed animated, fostering Namjoon to be carried away in a condensed bust of the gut.
Namjoon slipped into his leather patents and Hoseok went ahead to see him off. "See you both soon. Have a good night," He voiced his farewell.
"Night," Hoseok and I greeted in unison, followed by him shutting the door close and bestowing all his attention on me. He switched to being aegis yet a little infuriated; his visage saying it all.
"What?" I tried grasping the cause behind this.
"You never eat your dinner without me, now spill it," he interwove his arms atop his sternum.
