moony ; doil [ ✓ ]

08. an afternoon together

taeil finishes off the last of his ice cream cone, seeing doyoung toss away the cup that once held his own ice cream, now long gone.

"did you notice?" doyoung suddenly speaks up, gesturing to his own mouth. taeil looks confused, raising up a hand towards his face, his eyebrows furrowed.

"what?"

"you've got something," doyoung tries with just his hand again but fails. instead, he resorts to getting a napkin off the table and reaching over to relieve taeil's upper lip of an ice cream stain. as he slowly retracts his hand, he blushes red. "t-there."

"thanks," taeil rubs the spot on his lip where doyoung had cleaned, not looking even the tiniest bit fazed. "so, what's next?"

"huh? what? what are you on about?" doyoung sputtered.

"to hang out some more obviously," taeil said with a cheshire cat-like grin. "so... where to?"

"i dunno," doyoung mumbled before thinking hard. then an idea came to his head. "there's a painting studio we can go to."

"painting studio?" taeil echoed.

"yeah, you paint a picture to take home," doyoung explained. "someone tells you the exact steps to do. i've done it with friends once — you'll like it. i hope."

"sounds fun," taeil went on, which just encouraged doyoung. "where is it?"

doyoung had searched it up and let taeil enter the address into his car's gps and soon enough, they were on their way. taeil let doyoung change the radio without saying anything, letting the other enjoy the classical music that was now emitting from it.

well, he does comments on it then: "classical music?"

"yeah, it's nice," doyoung smiles at him, though taeil can't tear his eyes off the road exactly, so he just looks up into the rear-view mirror.

"like anything else?" taeil asks. "pop? rock? rap?"

"hm, pop's alright, i listen to that stuff all the time," doyoung answers. "and ballads. i have a friend who loves rock but not a fan myself."

"ah," taeil nods. he lets the classical music play, admittedly enjoying the sound of all the violins and such.

"are you from here?" doyoung questions.

"no, i moved here for college," taeil retorts. "you?"

"yeah, i've lived here all my life," doyoung turns his eyes to look at the city buildings. "i think i can proudly say i've seen almost all of this place."

"impressive," taeil grinned again. "you've got to show me around sometime. i've lived here for two years and i don't think i've seen much of anything."

"of course!" doyoung retorts eagerly. "oh, it's right there."

he points out the window on his side, taeil quickly glancing over for a brief moment to see the painting studio. his gps basically said the exact same thing at the same time. taeil finds a spot to park at and they soon enter the studio.

he's greeted with the sound of music softly playing from overhead and a few paintings and pottery on display for him to see. taeil thought they looked quite cool, dwelling on the painting of a peacock before doyoung grabbed his wrist to earn his attention, saying, "c'mon! there's two more open spots for this one — "

he drags him down a hallway and into a room with a few other people already sitting down in front of a canvas. doyoung leads him down to the only two remaining places right next to each other (thankfully) and wait for the instructor to arrive.