❁ཻུ۪۪ 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙐 || 𝙂𝙔𝙐𝙃𝘼𝙊

EIGHT .

┈─ ˚ . SECOND CHANCES . ˚ ─┈
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mingyu stares at the clock on the wall, his leg bouncing repeatedly as he waits for this meeting to be over. he just wanted to be in the comfort of his tiny apartment surrounded in warmth and drinking his hot cocoa. was that too much to ask?

he can't help but cringe at this woman's voice, no doubt another poor attempt at getting the promotion that wasn't suited for her anyway. his jaw clenches when the employee beside him just cannot stop clicking his pen for no damn reason.

he's going to explode if he doesn't get out of here soon. when he hears his phone ding, he uses it as an excuse to get away.

mingyu! i'm running late, can you grab the newest copy of the murder society? today's the last day i can get it before they close for the weekend. i would ask soonyoung but he's still teaching the kids.

mingyu frowns, of course wonwoo would ask him to pick up a book when he's already having a bad time. still, he can't seem to refuse. sure hyung, i'll drop it off later.

as soon as he enters the room there's a crying assistant in the corner sniffling to herself, a scared intern, and three enraged older men.

mingyu heaves out a sigh.

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"minghao aren't you going home soon?" the chinese doesn't look up from his computer, he just gives his coworker a thumbs up and the guy rolls his eyes. "it'll rain tonight, make sure you wear your coat." when he doesn't receive a response the male leaves and minghao is left with the company of books.

other than the clacking coming from his keyboard and the faint sound of music, the small bookshop had been engulfed in silence. the dark-haired male makes sure to finish his paragraph before closing the computer. "slow day today i guess." he mutters to no one but himself, slumping over in his chair just watching cars pass by outside the windowpane.

slowly but surely, his eyelids begin to drift shut.

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"are you sure this is the place hyung? it looks empty." mingyu asks, hearing wonwoo curse a chair for stubbing his toe on the other line, "fucking hell-yes gyu that's it!" mingyu bites back a laugh, gives him a small "okay" and hangs up.

i really don't think it's open.

he pulls the door open, looks around, and begins to wander. at least it's warm inside. what book did he want again? mingyu makes his way down two shelves in the front, stopping abruptly when he sees a leather spine. "oh, this looks interesting."

after spending about six minutes looking through the book, he remembers why he wandered in the shop in the first place. he rubs his ear in anxiety, wonwoo will kill him if he screws this up just because he got distracted by a pretty book!

mingyu would like to live to see his apartment another day.

he gives up the second he resumes his original search, using impatience as his excuse. maybe he should just see if there's someone who can help him. yeah, that seems like a good idea.

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minghao curses whoever it is that taps his shoulder. he was in the middle of a really good dream and to just interrupt is so-

his mind blanks when he sees who's in front of him.

he looks down at his wrist for a reason he can't quite figure out. "hi." the male speaks up, and minghao swears he's heard that voice before. he doesn't say anything when he looks up, instead he gets lost in his head, like all the answers in the world would eventually come to him.