𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔 : nyukyu.

𝙊𝙉𝙀.

did changmin feel bad that he wasnt paying much attention to hyunjoon and juyeon? yes, but only in the back of his mind. currently, he was far too distracted by listening to the boy singing for the audience, who werent paying as much attention to him as the brunette was, which made him feel some sort of way towards them. whatever, that was their loss, not his.

changmin didnt know why he was so captivated. maybe it was how handsome the male was, his pink hair looking almost beige under the warm brown lights of the cafe. maybe it was the fact that the words he was singing were so emotional, twisting and playing with changmin's heart.

oh, his singing. if you dont want to hear a whole rant on how angelic it sounded, then you would be making a mistake by asking changmin to describe it. somehow, it was strong but also soft. as a dancer, he had never heard a song that he could draw like that.

in changmin's opinion, the singer sounded as sweet as honey. who was he kidding? as sweet? he must be out of his mind. the male who caught his eye (well, and ears) did not sound as sweet as honey, more so sweeter than honey.

he knew he didnt like coffee much, but if he had to, changmin would come here every day just the get the attention of the sweet boy on the small half-circle stage.