what kind of future

1 1 : s e a r c h

Jihoon smiled as people clapped for him. As he goes down the stage, he received a warm hug from Seungkwan and a few taps on the back from Hansol for a job well done. He was in a hurry to come to Seungcheol but when he made it to where he was sitting, he was no longer there.

He searched for him amongst the crowd who were now enjoying another artist's song. Yet he did remember that when he was ending the song, he saw Seungcheol conversing with a tall man in a suit. He thought that it was just someone he knew from his workplace, so he ignored it and continued playing. He placed his guitar in his guitar case which was located on the back of the bar. Bidding Seungkwan goodbye and asking Hansol to get their dog for him, he was still searching for Seungcheol in the crowd.

Tiptoeing, every once in a while. After taking their dog from Hansol and thanking the two, he searched through the crowd again to look for Seungcheol but not even a glimpse of his suit was found. He checked his phone for a message from him but there was none from him.

'Where was he?'

He bit his lip and left the crowd of people. bidding Seungkwan and Hansol goodbye again.

He left the cafe.

He wondered where Seungcheol could be when he turned his head sideways. He thought he saw Seungcheol's suit in the alley. He walked there to take a look and maybe...

just maybe, Jihoon didn't do that.