It's freezing outside

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"What happened to him?" Minho raised an eyebrow looking at the door through which the boy ran out a moment ago.

"It's just Jisung. He always forgets something and rushes to get it. He's like that all the time"

"Mhm" Minho muttered and went to the kitchen to bring their order.

Meanwhile, Jisung found the right class and greeted the cleaning lady. He was lucky that that class was open and even more lucky that his notebook was lying on the chair where he left it.

He ran back into the cafe with steamer glasses and red cheeks.

"I swear I hate this weather" he let out and sat at the chair.

"Aren't you going to take that coat off?"

"No, right now I'm trying to move my fingers, I need it. It's freezing outside" he put his hands on hot a cup of coffee and sipped it "Shit, it's too hot"

Felix rolled his eyes and giggled. Jisung was always like that.

"What are you majoring in Jisung?" Minho asked as he was curious why this boy was always so busy and sleepy.

"Architecture and tutoring kids five times a week"

"That's a lot. Is that why I've never seen you around?" He asked as he didn't remember seeing the boy before and Chan said they were studying at the same university.

"That uni is very big, we're probably having lectures in completely different buildings. What are you majoring in by the way?"

"Dance"

"Do you know Felix then?"

"Of course, we're in the same class"

"And we still haven't ever seen each other" Jisung sighed "What a shame"

"Probably because you're always in a hurry"

"Okay, I got it, I'm a busy man. You don't have to repeat it every time you have the occasion"

Felix rolled his eyes. He was saying it because he missed his friend and the time they used to spend together. Before Jisung decided to give his best and sleep less than 4 hours per day.

"Is that the thing you forgot?" Chan pointed at the notebook Jisung was holding.

"Oh, yeah. I'm writing down my lyrics here and sometimes note"

"You can play on something?"

"Guitar and violin"

"Cool, can I see?"

"Ehm" Jisung scratched the back of his head "It's very messy. Only I know which lyrics and notes create which song"

"We can discuss it a little" Chan smiled and an enthusiastic conversation about music started.

They were all sharing their points, even Minho and Felix. They knew about music a lot but creating and composing were more the other two hobbies.

"Guys, it was really nice, we should do it more often, but I have to go finish my project"

"We can meet here tomorrow" Felix proposed but got quickly cut off by Jisung.

"I can't"

"Thursd-"

"I'm busy too"

"Damn, Ji. When you can meet?"

"Friday at 6"

"Is that okay for you two?"

"I'm here every day anyway" Minho shrugged and Chan assured them he'd find time to come.

"Bye" Chan wrapped his neck with a thick scarf and walked outside.

The cold air got inside making the clients flinch.

"I have to go too. I promised Hyunjin I wouldn't come back home late"

"See you tomorrow Lixie" Jisung hugged his friend and Minho waved to the boy.

"You're staying?"

"I have to finish drinking that coffee. It's delicious"

"Thanks, I made it myself. I've listened to your discussion and I have one question for you. Why aren't you majoring in music production? You seemed so passionate about it"

"Nah, I wouldn't make a living from it. It's a cool passion but not a real job. I'm not a genius in playing any instrument"

"It makes sense" he said saddened and went to the kitchen to wash the cups his friends left.

When he came back the squirrell-like boy was lying his head on the countertop and peacefully sleeping.


Hi!

I know it's late lol

When Europe cities and dates were announced I've got an idea. A reallyyy stupid one. To try to buy ticket for Amsterdam concert bc it's on my birthday

Like idk why the fact it's on my birthday is hyping me so much. But my parents agreed and my aunt is living half an hour from the arena, so next Wednesday I'll fight for this ticket

If it'll work out this will be the best birthday of my life istg

Sleep well

Morpho

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