Yeosang was trying to catch his own emotions for a second. He had no idea if he was exited about today’s encounter with this Jongho guy but at the same time he was just glad to leave his small apartment and jump down the rotten stairs with a beating heart. Everything was better than being at home - so in the end nothing matter anyway. No need to think about it for long.
He was shouldering his black, buttoned up bag and fixed the black and white hoodie he was wearing. Walking down the street, letting the music coming from his headphones consume him. He had too much coffee this morning, feeling that his heart was a little uneasy as he was waiting for the bus and taking the same route as two days ago. No idea what Mingi and the others were up to, but for the first time he was not in the mood to text them.
Yeosang was used to being on his own, used to deal with stuff alone…
The way to the abandoned warehouse seemed for some reason longer than last time and Yeosang realized all the little details on the way. He had been too tipsy to really pay attention to it last time and with quick and skillful movement he was swinging himself off his seat and down on the ground. Hearing the stones cracking under the wheels this time as he was putting his headphones away.
It was still cold in the morning, the clouds big and dark all over the blue sky, the grass and air a little damb. Yeosang loved this kind off weather for some reason, he loved when it was chilly, and foggy and the air was smelling of grass and nature.
For painting on the other hand, it was a nightmare. He was already considering if it was too wet in the warehouse to even paint.
Walking down the road and seeing the white and big empty warehouse in the distance. No music, no purple light and no people walking around. Letting his bag fall to the ground the second he was walking in there and his tired eyes looking around. All of the dry and colorful art pieces staring at him from the walls, almost everything was painted.
It looked beautiful and mesmerizing, one of the things Yeosang loved at an art show in the first place. Seeing art, creating art, till the moment someone would find it, paint it white again and everything started for new…
“Good morning”, a loud and happy voice was saying and Yeosang was squeaking like a pig, putting his hand to his chest and turning around, “for fucks sake”, he was complaining. Jongho’s face a little apologetic. He was wearing the leather jacket again, a black easy shirt and blue jeans. Something wrapped in brown paper in one hand and two coffee in the other.
“I bought something for breakfast”, he was explaining as he could see Yeosang looking down on the two things as if he didn’t understand what it was. Something was off… he seemed different .
“Okay…”, Yeosang was breathing out a little dumbfounded and his hand was forced to take the cup of coffee Jongho was just pushing in there.
“I didn’t know if you need sugar or milk or something”, “No, it’s okay”, Yeosang was saying slowly, watching him getting the stuff on the ground next to Yeosang’s bag and placing his own backpack right next to it. He wasn’t quirky - that wasn’t it. His face was still serious and calm, but the gesture and the way he was moving seemed caring and sweet. How to even explain this? There was nothing flirty in his eyes, all of the fire from that night completely gone.
“It’s strawberry cake, I don’t know if you like sweet stuff”, he was saying gently and Yeosang couldn’t hold back the little laugh escaping him.
“Strawberry cake?”, he wanted to know and for a second Jongho seemed to stop his movement and was looking at him for a while. A little soft smile on his lips, and his palms rubbing over his thighs awkwardly.
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
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