13. tired and touch starved

                                    

                                          
JISUNG'S POV: 
Yes. I fucked up real time. 
I pick up the bag containing a cup of coffee and a croissant for Minho and make my way out despite not having had anything. I was going to apologize to him. Over the weekend I realized that : 1. Minho was just trying to help me out and I was really being a dick. 2. Idols don't get even the weekend off. 
I was up so late with Ryujin trying to brainstorm lyrics for the beat I made that all I can hear in silence is the same music playing in an endless loop. I really wanted to catch up on some sleep and my actual office work because things suddenly got really hectic. Except for I couldn't, so I just had a few extra shots of espresso in my drink and called it a day. 
I pull up in front of Minho's place, instantly spotting him waiting at the entrance with a sour face. Oh no. He was still mad at me. 
He notices me and walks towards the car wearing an unreadable expression. 
"That's for you," I try to act cool, eyeing the paper bag that sat on the shotgun seat. His face morphs into confusion. 
"What's this?"
"A croissant and a mocha Frappuccino with extra whipped cream and chocolate drizzle," I say, handing him the bag. "I'm sorry." 
His face melts and I knew I hit the right spot when I got his favorite drink. A smile slowly creeps up his face and he beams at me. Literally. He was radiating so much happiness that I was perhaps a little weirded out, but it's Lee Minho we're talking about so never mind. 
"I'm sorry too. I got mad at you for no good reason," he says, getting into the car. 
"Have the croissant while it's hot. It was expensive, okay?" I say, rolling my eyes playfully.
*
"Dude, you look pale," Jeno says from beside me, taking a huge bite of his daily shawarma. My mouth watered at the sight. I make a mental note to get myself a sandwich once I finish editing the last few pages of what was left of my work for today. 
 "Thanks," I reply absentmindedly, earning a questionable look from him. I realize what he said only a few moments later. 
"Did you wake up on the wrong side of bed today?" Minho teases. The better question is, did I even go to sleep in the first place to wake up on the wrong side of the bed?
"Shut up," I say, rolling my eyes at him. I stand up to go get myself another cup of coffee from the vending machine. 
But suddenly, everything plunges into darkness. 
HYUNJIN'S POV:
Life hasn't been the same ever since I laid eyes on the red haired beauty named Felix. I think, no I know, I fell in love. I didn't believe in love at first sight till it happened. I prayed for him to contact me when I (hopefully) smoothly slid the note with my number into his hands, and to my luck he did. 
Back to the present. I'm currently waiting at the café which Felix suggested for our meet up. I may have been fiddling with my schedule a bit to keep making time for him, but it's totally worth it. 
I hear the bell on the door chime with its opening, and a fluff of red faded into pink steps inside. Felix spots me and his face lightens up as he takes tiny hops to the table I was sat at. 
"Someone's in a good mood," I remark. 
"You won't believe it, Hyunjin! I just signed a deal with Versace!" He exclaims.
"No way!" I jump out of my seat. I remember my surroundings and sit back down, earning a few glares and a few looks of recognition. "We'll be having some common schedules then, right?"