Midsummer's || dks + pcy || discontinued

Meet

|| Ronnie ||

"There's someone I want you to meet." Morgan's voice filtered gently through the sounds of the clamor in the coffee shop that we had met at. The smell of coffee coated the air, making my mouth water despite the coffee mug in front of me. The was a steady flow of people into the shop, despite it being a town-based shop, not a commercial shop. There were many abstract paintings on the wall, many of which looked like they were painted by two year-olds.

The heat from the coffee cup that I had in my hands warmed my fingers nicely, that were still numb from the cold air outside. "Oh yeah?" I chuckled softly to myself, bringing the steaming cups to my lips. "Who is it?"

Morgan's tanned cheeks filled with a slight blush and she tilted her eyes down to the wooden table between us. "You don't know who he is," she muttered. She seemed shy about the situation, seemed reluctant to even bring up this person. I had no idea why. She was never shy about these things before. She nervously ran a finger around the rim of her her coffee cup, the steam rising up around in curls around the intrusion of her finger running constant circles around the rim.

"Why are you so nervous?" I teased, watching her motions from the corner of my eye. "What kind of person is he? When do I get to meet him?" Morgan held up a hand, her eyes flickering up from the cup to my face.

"Why do you ask so many questions? You never asked this many before." she let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through her black hair, tossing the silky locks around before letting her hands fall into her lap. My shoulders tensed at her comment and I bit my lip to stop myself from saying something snarky or teasing. It was a bad habit of mine. "He's uh," she clasped the mug between her palms, "into music?"

It sounded more of a question than a statement. I chuckled again, and Morgan's brown eyes shot up and narrowed at the sound that slipped from my throat. "Music?" I teased, "you're not even into music like that. You like art, and drawing and-"

"He's good for me!" She interjected, her voice rising an octave. I felt my eyes widened before shifting in my seat and clearing my throat. She followed my example, letting out a soft sigh into the silence between us after the motion. "I think you'll like him," she muttered, once again falling into her quiet demeanor. He words were almost drowned completely out by the increased flood of people into the coffee shop. A quick glance at the clock let me know that the morning was slowly slipping into afternoon, and people were taking advantage of their lunch breaks, stopping at the coffee shop for a dose of caffeine.

"So," I tapped my fingers against the glass of the mug, "when do I get to meet him?" I voiced my second question again, tilting my head slightly and watching Morgan straighten in her seat. She looked at me from under her dark eyelashes, almost in a puppy dog look.

"Promise you won't tease him?" She questioned, nipping the skin of her lower lip.

"Promise." I gave her a reassuring look, despite the unease I had been feeling.

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The long climb to Morgan's 10th floor studio apartment made my stomach roll and clench the cool railings in the elevator in my sweaty palms. I hated elevator rides that lasted more than a few seconds, it increased the chance of it breaking down and my life on the line if we were stuck between floors. "You can calm down, Ronnie," Morgan teased, patting my upper arm slightly. I flickered my gaze from the glowing red numbers that alerted us of the floor we were on, back to her.

She had a large smile on her face, and she had visibly relaxed since the coffee shop. Her shoulders looked less bunched, and a crease that had started in her forehead, was no where to be seen. She was obviously happy to be back happy, and happy to see this "person" again. To be honest, at this point, I was expecting a cat or something.

"I won't be able to calm down until we are safely on your floor." My voice came out strangled and high pitched, despite the many deep breaths I had taken before even opening my mouth to speak. Morgan rolled her eyes and let out a breathy sigh, shaking her head and pushing her black rimmed glasses up further on the bridge of her nose.

"I never understood your fear of heights," She admitted, leaning back on her hands against the rail. She tilted her head back so she was looking up at the ceiling a thoughtful look on her face. "You have such childish fears," she mused, her face lightening once more in a smile.

"Hey!" I shoved at her arm, causing her to giggle and stumble, leaning all of her weight against the wall now. "They are not foolish," I whined, crossing my arms over my chest. I felt unbalanced not holding onto the rail but I wanted to show my displeasure in her teasing. I pouted out my lower lip, earning a laugh from Morgan.

"They are," she managed past her laughing, "spiders, heights, looking in the mirror when the room is dark.." She had calmed down slightly, but her face was still sporting her smile while she ticked off my fears on her thin fingers.

Ding.

That wonderful sound let us know that the agonizingly elevator ride was over, and we were safely on the 10th floor. I rushed off of the contraption as soon as the doors had opened fully, letting out a sigh of relief as my Vans touched the carpet. Morgan followed me, sighing obnoxiously at my display of relief.

"C'mon," She muttered, grabbing my wrist gently in her smaller hand and guiding me down the hallway. The hallway was lit nicely with lights on either side, and the walls were painted a beige color that didn't seem too overbearing. Some doors had floor mats, while others had fake plants. "It's not long now," She assured after we had been walking a few minutes, and turned about two corners. The way the apartment building was set up reminded me of a hotel. "Here we are!" She clasped her hands in front of her, pulled a key ring from her purse before unlocking the thin wooden door and easing it inwards.

The smell of clean laundry wafted from the apartment, overpowering the stale smell from the hallway. Morgan held the door open while I slipped through, shutting it securely behind us. "Take your shoes off." I nodded, slipped off the Vans, before padding after her into the living room.

Like I said, I was expecting a cat or large dog to be residing on the couch, waiting patiently for their owner to return. However, I was sadly mistaken.

A man, about 6'2, 6'3, sat comfortably on the couch, his long legs stretched in front of him with a laptop nestled in his lap. He had headphones on, so he didn't hear us come in. I could hear the music even from where I stood.

"Wait one second," Morgan let out a nervous chuckle, cleared her throat before heading over to the guy on her couch. She poked him gently on his shoulder, drawing his attention from the screen to Morgan. His pink lips pulled across his white teeth into a large smile. "Yeol," her voice had taken on a gentle tone when she talked to the man beside her, "this is Ronnie."

"Hey," I acknowledged him with a slight wave of my hand, despite my heart thudding against my ribs.

"Ronnie," Morgan motioned to the man beside her, "This is Chanyeol." Chanyeol set his laptop to the side and stood. He stretched out his body before making his way over to me. I bit my lower lip as he neared, not realizing until he stood in front of me how much he towered over both Morgan and I.

"Nice to meet you, " his deep voice caused my heart rate to speed up, and all I could think of was one, the quiet boy I had abandoned at home, and two, this man was not Morgan's type at all.