what kind of future

2 : h a b i t

The start of everything happened with a casual and apologetic coffee one afternoon. The beautiful man sipping his coffee in front of him back then was the sweetest talker he had ever met. It dazzles him how a man, probably Jihoon's age, without knowing would have latte foam on his lips and would continue talking to him without noticing it. He was very charming with his dog stories he carries along with him and the music taste he has. It's as if he wants to tell Jihoon, back then, that he would like him very much.

The afternoon coffee was soon coming to an end and before bidding their goodbyes. Jihoon didn't even notice that they never knew each other's name.

"Hey." He remembers the deep voice of the man calling him when they first met. "I never caught your name." Jihoon smiles and would very much want to keep the mystery between them but even he gave in.

"I'm Jihoon. What about you, stranger I have been talking to for hours? May I know what your name is?" He heard the man he called a stranger chuckled.

He missed his deep resolving voice. Jihoon keeps missing it.

"It's Seungcheol, handsome stranger."

Jihoon bit his lips as he sighed in bitterness because even their first meeting hurts him.

Their meet-ups for coffee suddenly became a daily thing. From constantly meeting each other by accident in parks to exchanging numbers to meet up. They would meet every afternoon to walk the dog in the park as they talk amongst themselves with no clue when they would ever stop. They would casually talk among each other sitting side by side on a bench or whilst they drink coffee after their walks together.

Jihoon revealed a different side of him back then. He was mostly a quiet person, introverted. He preferred to voice out his thoughts when it is only needed. However, he didn't know that he could be that talkative about the movies that they used to watch or the music they suggest each other to listen to. He didn't know he had it in him to talk to Seungcheol until the sun sets. That was their sign that their talks would be cut shortly and be continued tomorrow. He would always say goodbye to Seungcheol and his magnificent dog but he always refused.

"Why do you keep bidding me goodbye? It's as if we'll never see each other again whenever you said that." The man whom he just knew was a year older than him, sulkily said.

Jihoon remembered how he found him cute when he was sulky and how he irresistible he was when he bid him farewell.

"Then, what do you suggest I bid you when you go off your way?" He remembered how Seungcheol smiled at him brightly and ruffled his hair.

"I'll see you again tomorrow. Ji." He hated having a nickname but when Seungcheol said it, why was it alright? Why was he fine and why was his cheeks feeling hot?

"I'll see you tomorrow, Cheol." Jihoon smiled back. He remembered how they exchanged waves non-stop before separating to walk on each other's way.

Jihoon remembered clearly how it became a habit for them wave, see you again, to each other before separating ways.

Not until, Seungcheol refuses to separate ways.