【Ａｓｐｈｙｘｉａ】 seongjoong

The Beginning

"I'm telling you hyung, the song sounds amazing."

Two young men sat together at a round table by the window in a small, intimate cafe. The interior of the cafe was cozy and dressed in wood with soft brown and cream accents making it feel homey. The only sounds in the cafe were soft chatter, clinking cups, and the news playing softly on a hanging TV over the counter. It was almost twilight and the sun streaming in was cascading the two in a perfect warmth for a slight chilly October afternoon.

One man was tall and sat back in his chair as he held his small espresso cup close to his lips to take a sip after speaking. He had windswept dark brown hair and wore rolled up, ripped distressed jeans with a tucked in white shirt and black belt. A few silver necklaces at varying lengths sat at the collarbone and one or two thick leather bracelets. To top off his ensemble, he was wearing rounded glasses that made him look sophisticated but his friend knew better.

The man's companion was a slightly shorter male with sandy blonde hair that was longer in the back. Some had commented that the man should cut the mullet but he quite liked it and considering the shorter of the two was so busy working, he never had the time to make the trip to a salon. He was dressed in a simple black turtleneck and black slacks and also had a few silver necklaces on display with rings on his fingers. His ears were adorned with piercings and one was a dangling teardrop that nearly brushed his shoulder.

The blonde sighed as he leaned back in his chair, mirroring his companion's pose, while setting down his cup. "That's what you say, Mingi, but I'm not satisfied with the chord progression in the third verse and the transition still sounds forced. I-"

The newly identified Mingi held up a hand to stop the other's rambling. "Kim Hongjoong if you don't stop your complaining right now there will be no hugs for a week." Though his words were playful, his face read complete seriousness. Hongjoong shot him an incredulous look and that was all it took for the seriousness to fade and the other boy to chuckle and grin widely, exposing a slightly crooked, but adorable, front tooth. "I'm just playing but it got you to shut up right?"

"Uh huh..." The other said suspiciously. Before he could continue, movement caught the corner of his eye as he spotted a waiter walk past. "Um, excuse me? When you have a second, could I pay? I'm in a bit of a rush to get back to a project."

The waiter stopped and turned to look at the man who had stopped him. The man was very tall, at least 6ft, with bright blonde hair that was slightly grown out, exposing his naturally black hair. He flashed the two a bright smile and perked up in a way that reminded Honjoong of a golden retriever. "Of course! Just let me drop off these drinks to another table and I will be right with you."

The man moves to turn from the two customers and step away from their table when he caught sight of the news headline detailing another attack a few districts over. His distraction had caused the blonde to trip on a nearby chair leg. The waiter stumbles a bit before completely losing his balance and the tray in his hand is sent flying while spraying the nearest objects in coffee before clattering to the ground.The sounds of glass smashing startled the other patron's in the coffee shop as they all turned to look at the commotion.

"Ouch..ch..ch" The waiter says while holding his head in an attempt to get up off the floor. His pristine white button up shirt is now stained brown and his black tie is askew. His brown waist apron seemed to be the only thing unscathed.

"Oh my gosh, are you alright?" The waiter looks up from his position on all fours to look straight at a hand in his face. The man followed the hand to get a glimpse at the body attached to it and was met with a pair of soulful brown eyes.

"Uh, yeah I think so." The waiter mumbled embarrassed before grabbing the offered hand. The waiter stood up only to be met with a man as tall as himself.