behind closed doors

opticians

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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sapnap
rememer not to pick me up today cause i've got the opticians ):

he looks up as his bedroom door is pushed open to see his father standing with a kind smile. "are you ready?"

the ravenette sighs, getting up from where he was lounging on his bed and grabbing his phone and earphones on the way. there was a few affirmative text responses from his friends but he didn't bother reading them. "yeah."

bad's gaze blinks over to the window, hot sun bleeding in and painting the room in blinding gold. "have you got a t-shirt under your hoodie?" he checks.

sapnap nods, passing his father out of the room and turning to make his way down the stairs.

the older man follows close behind, no more than two steps away. "how are you feeling?" he asks his son.

"fine," sapnap replies, maybe just a little too blunt, as he focuses on pulling his shoes on.

"okay," his father says, clearly just agreeing to not get on the ravenette's bad side. "i'm going to go and start the car."

" 'kay."

the front door opens and his father heads out. sapnap takes his sweet time tying his laces before slowly following him out, locking the door, and dragging his feet over to the car.

as soon as his seatbelt is on, they're reversing out of the driveway and onto the road. his father glances at the time, tutting to himself. "oh, i hope we aren't late," he worries.

"you don't have to come in with me," sapnap tells him, shrugging. "if you need to get to work, i can just go on my own."

"no, it's alright," the brunette assures, readjusting his glasses as he turns onto the high street. "i want to see what they're going to say."

sapnap hums, and the rest of the journey is spent in tense silence.

even when they both arrive and get out of the car, neither of them says anything until they're at the reception and have made their way to the front of the queue.

"we have an appointment for sapnap ahmed," bad speaks for him, and it makes sapnap feel like an anxious little kid again.

the woman nods, uninterested, and types something into her computer, the keys clacking unnecessarily loud. "have you got your booking form?"

the older man looks over at sapnap, and he just shrugs- he didn't even know they needed one. his father shakes his head apologetically, "no, sorry, i don't think we were given one."

"okay, well you would've been emailed one but it's fine," she sighs. it's obvious that she does not enjoy her job - but then, who would?

"oh, well i can show you if it's an email," the older man says, trying to be helpful as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.