Why do people do the things they do? Why do we really hurt those we care about?
Life's lessons can be harsh and misunderstandings can tear us apart. When communication breaks down - will we be able to fix the damage we've caused or are the rifts too...
'What's that for? Guess I gotta wait to find out.' I began to make their order as I subtly watched them make their way to the booth and pull the curtains slightly for more privacy. I wondered what was so important they needed privacy of a quiet area, like wouldn't it have been better just to go up to Mitzuki's room if they wanted somewhere to talk about whatever.
I'm glad they didn't because this way I can keep an eye on my friend. Being the curious me I am, it bugged me but decided it'd be better to get Mitzuki to spill the beans later about what the fuck happened earlier. Sighing and shaking my head I took their orders over.
"Heya, order's up. Is there anything else I can get you this afternoon?" I spoke professionally.
I narrowed my eyes when I saw my Mitzuki had teary eyes and was sniffling into his hoodie sleeve, I was going to say something but the pinkette shook his head and answered for him.
"Nah, we're good man, thanks." I nodded,
"Just yell if you need anything and I'll come right over, my broski's." I said more to Mitzuki than BamBam and the light brunette cracked a tiny smile. Pleased I'd gotten a reaction, regardless of how small it was (and I know it was there because I was watching carefully) and I also wanted to know if I could safely leave my friend alone with BamBam in the emotional state he would likely be in because of his panic attack earlier.
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In the booth Kaard BamBam's P.O.V.
"Just yell if you need whatever anything and I'll come right over, my broski's!" Exclaimed the dark brunette and I saw the edge of Kim's lips curve just enough to call it a smile, Eijirou left us to our own devices after that. I could tell he cared a lot about the man across from me and it made me feel grateful that he'd met Eijirou, because he was an amazing guy.
Eijirou seriously had the biggest heart and always cared about everyone he met, sometimes too much, he had a crazy personality and usually his hair matched it. Idly I wondered why Eijirou still had dark brown hair, usually he would change it every couple of months. Wrapping my hands around the mug in front of me I inhaled the aroma of rich white hot chocolate and fresh whipped cream.
"Hey 'Zuuki do you know why Jinhong hasn't dyed his hair recently? This is the longest he's gone without colouring it and I'm a little worried about him." Breaking the ice wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, I wanted to avoid the conversation I figured was coming for as long as I could.
"Mn. He said he'd dye his hair when I did. We were planning to go to the city in the next few days to get our hair done but.. then... uh, you." His eyes stayed glued to his drink as if the chocolate dusting was the most interesting thing at the table.
