✓ SIX THIRTY ━ johnny suh

. . . . chapter two.

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SONG OF THE DAY :
like you lots - lany

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SEO YOUNGHO made sure to not forget to bring his own pack of cigarettes to the rooftop the next day.

the image of the woman he shared a moment with yesterday, or chia, as she liked to call herself, lingered in his mind longer than he thought it would.

perhaps the vividness was stimulated by that smile she failed to hide after he spilled his intentionally corny joke. or maybe it also was her black hair with faded pink streaks which was in a bun that wasn't really a bun because it was too disheveled to even be considered an updo. maybe even details as small as her necklace with a guitar pick pendant, or the gentleness of her fingers while handling lighters. he assumed it was all of that.

damn, she's hot.

unlike yesterday, though, he chose to not let his feet dangle above the 19 floors below and instead, leaned forward on the parapet with thick wall coping. he crouched down until the area below his chest was what it touched. exhausting for both his back and lower body, but worth it for the view. his lucky strike stayed put between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers.

he perked up upon hearing the familiar door creak from behind, only to reveal the very woman he was thinking of to enter. it was obvious that she just went home after a shift,  judging from the exhausted look on her face. it visibly grew greater when their eyes met.

"you're here again."

"hi, chia. how are you?" he looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse. "i was thinking about our time yesterday actually. like, literally. it's amazing. it was 6:35 last night when i went up here. now it's . . six-thirty sharp when you did. just in time!"

"huh? i don't get it. what are you saying? what's so amazing about that? are those fetty wap references or . . . ?" her head spun with utter confusion, feeling like she witnessed oral word vomit.

"no. it's the exact time when the sun sets. we met at that time, and now we're together again at a similar one. beautiful, ain't it?"

still, she was puzzled. "how did you keep track?"

"the news tells when the sun sets daily. and i have an app that knows whenever i stop walking with my phone in my pocket."

though she surely was fascinated by how particular he was with those types of things, she unreasonably blinked away the interest like it was nothing.

"okay then." she tried to sound as monotonous as possible, walking near him while still maintaining that unwritten social distancing rule they agreed on during their first meet. "went back just to tell me that?"

since it was one of her many habits that gave her a daily dose of needed thrill, in the middle of their conversation, she started wiping the particles and leaves above her area of parapet away so it would be appropriate for her to sit on. first thing she did was set her backpack down.

"not exactly." as he spoke, his gaze landed on her who was getting up the platform with little to no struggle, subconsciously smiling to himself. he forcefully shifted his attention back to his own hands to snap out of his mini daze. "i've been hanging out here since i was young. i missed it so i'm here. simple."

"i haven't even seen you here until yesterday."

"i just moved back this week."

"why?"

the question made youngho pause in hesitation, him deciding to just take another puff of his cigarette. "stuff."

she internally cursed herself out after realizations raining down, knowing she considered herself a person who had a vocal distaste for people who try too hard to meddle in people's personal complications.

he then continued with a changed topic : "by the way. the thing you were saying. fetty wap's song. i think it's actually 679. and 630 is . . . "

her impatience was a key factor to her pressuring him to finish his sentence. "630 is?"

"it's ours now."

chia found the statement awfully unimpressive. in a split second, she looked away, not to hide the typical 'blush creeping up her cheeks' (since it wasn't there in the first place), but to hold herself back from randomly yelling at the cringe it brought.

oh how she wished she was extremely drunk at that very moment so it wouldn't anymore be a clear memory.

what the fuck.

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