He glances between your outstretched palm and face before he takes your hand and gives it a firm shake. Once he lets his arm fall back to his side, Jisung pipes up, explaining the details of your relationship to him.
From the way he acknowledges his father's words, you can tell it isn't his first time hearing about you.
But you?
You were thrown for quite a loop.
Based on the way that Jisung once described him, you were ninety-nine percent sure that you would be shaking hands with the smallish frame of an adolescent teen. Someone much more timid and unsure, engulfed in the desperate search for self in a world without mirrors.
However, as you took in his broad shoulders and polished features, you concluded that this was no teenage boy. With his shaggy locks and ember eyes, he seemed nothing short of a revised, self-assured young man.
It was daunting.
He smiles politely when he greets you, and for a moment, you consider the possibility that your constant worrying was nothing more than the projection of your deepest insecurities; a mere fragment of your own self-proclaimed shortcomings.
"It's very nice to meet you, Ms. (Y/N). I hope we can grow close in the future."
However;
"Me too, Yugyeom."
As his attention shifts back to his father, you find yourself feeling rather conflicted. Because, though he is anything but unkind, you can't help but feel shut out.
Around him stands a fence; something akin to a force field that had been erected well enough so the average person would fail to realize it was there. It was a mechanism you knew well, and though it was always a little disheartening to witness, you couldn't exactly blame anyone, especially him, for being that way.
