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byun baekhyun |vocalist|
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the clear sky did little on calming oh sehun's heart. the dancer runs his fingers through his dyed gray hair as he stare at his reflection on his phone black screen. he's spent the last two hours thinking of which outfit he should use, if should he wear a cap or not. he's tempted to call jongdae and rant to him about not having anything to wear but doesn't want the blonde to tease him for going on a date.
wait, no. it's not a date.
"sehun-ah! here!" sehun search around the street before finding the hand waving at him. his eyes travel to the owner only to find zhang yixing. his heart thump at the sight, which is unusual. the taller moves his gaze downward to see the guitarist's outfit. unlike yesterday, yixing's wearing a black tee with a picture printed on the center. he's also wearing a khaki pants rolled up until above his ankles along with a belt around him, his hair partly hidden beneath his black cap. he's dressed casually, and so does sehun.
"did you wait for too long?" sehun asked.
"no, i just got here." the elder shakes his head. "shall we go?" yixing asked, his left eyebrow raised up. sehun quietly nods at him. sehun's not one to talk with people he's not familiar with. but with yixing that's not the case. sehun's flustered.
"how long have you been dancing?" yixing, realizing sehun's not going to start a conversation, initiated one.
"since i was five, until now it's still my hobby."
"woah, that's a long time." yixing answered genuinely, seeming interested. "wait, how old are you now?"
"i'm eighteen. you?"
yixing laughs lightly, "woah! you should call me hyung." he winks at sehun playfully, not noticing how the younger gets redden. "i'm twenty one, by the way."
"you're chinese, right?"
"yeah." the older's brow raises up in confussion.
"should i call you ge?"
he sees yixing breaks into a wide grin, revealing both his dimples and sehun's glad he did not get a heart attack in the middle of the street. "that's very considerate of you. but either is alright."
sehun didn't answer verbaly, he only nods as a response. yixing doesn't seem to mind. they both stare ahead, enveloped in a comfortable silence. sehun's mind is wondering about what is happening. what were those new feelings inside him about. but when yixing glances at him with a gentle smile as he halts on his track, those thoughts were thrown out of the window
"we're here." the shorter said as he push the spotless glass door open, sehun trailing behind him. the coffee scent is welcoming them, and sehun loves it. the black haired walk towards the counter, where a girl clad in a brown apron was standing behind it.
