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five

Fashionably late.
Jisung repeated this over and over again as he squeezed through the crowds. A small "sorry" escaped him every now and then when he touched someone.

This feeling was different from the one he had when streaming.
Not a pleasant one, which his voyeur himself felt. But a fearful, almost panic-like one.

Sure he knew that it was impossible, but it still felt like they were peering into his head and burning holes in his skin.
Jisung scrunched the tissue in his pocket.

What am I even doing right now?
Minho's oh –so nice "If y'all fuck in less than an hour make sure to buy me a meal atfterward" kept coming back, even if he tried to push it to the last corner of his mind.
Sometimes his teasing really gets on my nerves, I'm not gonna throw myself at anyone that easily... I have my standards.

Through his headphones, Google maps told him that his destination was right in front of him. He turned around to all sides, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. To his right was the main street but to his left... a fully plastered skyscraper.

The blond ripped his headphones out, stuffing them in his free coat pocket.

"Why are you blocking the way man? Get lost!" Some random Teenager screamed, getting hyped up from the little crowd surrounding him.

What a loser.
Jisung rolled his eyes and flipped the younger off.

"Looking lonely old man, need help walking?"

What the actual fuck? Do I look like some Grandpa to you?
Ignoring the statement he tried to pass the Teenagers, who on closer look fitted their stereotypes even better. One other kid of the group slurred something around the lines of "Girly boy" or something.

That made to male stop mid-walk.
Jisung exhaled loudly, dropping his head.
The group next to him started laughing but stopped as he turned his head to them.

"I could puke on your head if I wanted to and it would still smell better than you do dwarf. Close your dirty mouth and respect Elders," Jisung said.

It was true, the alpha male only reaching up to Jisung's shoulder. With a chuckle he pushed his way further to the entrance of the building, ignoring the 'your mom' comebacks they screamed after him.

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As soon as the door closed behind him, a deep sigh left his lips and he relaxed his shoulders. Teens never change, do they? He wondered as he went to the elevator.
His high school experience was exactly the same as what happened prior, all bark and no bite.

The heavy metal door opened and he stepped into the small room.
"The Teahouse floor five..." he muttered, reading the elevator description.
Carefully, he pressed said button, the doors closing imminently.

Jisung checked his reflection. He brushed through his hair once more, pushed his glasses further up his nose bridge, and straightened his outfit. Looking sexy my guy.

With a ping! The door opened once again.

Familiar dirty tiles and tapestry that was probably once white; the hallway he stood in resembled his apartment building pretty much. The dark green (and very neat) door to the café he was told to look out for wasn't easy to overlook.

With a few steps, he had arrived in front of it. Before entering Jisung remembered what he planned out to say and deeply breathed in and out a few times. A little voice in his head kept on telling him that all of this was some kind of dream he had to wake out of.

He ignored it.

With a self-assured nod, he pushed the door handle down.

As soon as the door closed behind, his mouth fell open. It was tastefully furnished; on whichever wall he looked there were large dark bookshelves. Each of his breaths brought the typical warm café smell into his lungs. There was dark fitted carped under his shoes, muffling his steps. "Wow this place is nice..."