[i][color=0072bc]“Don’t you think that’s pushy!? Honestly, what were you thinking, being so intimate with someone!”[/color][/i]

The scolding voice echo’d very clearly from the receiver of his phone. It was sat across the pale, blue clothed table, directly opposite the vaguely-tanned boy who munched idly at cereal. His head rested in one hand, propped up on the table cloth as bleary eyes watched nothing. The TV still flickered, screen unmoving since the night prior.

[color=8493ca]“I was just teasing him—"[/color]

[color=0054a6][i]“He’s your BOSS, and you’re trying to cajoul him into calling you Hyeong—You don’t do that! Ever, Daehyun. You need to keep that job, you can’t be so casual around your boss. He’ll think you’re a weirdo, a slacker, both!”[/i][/color]

[color=8493ca]“…Sis, I love you dearly. I do. You’re everything to me.”[/color]

The chair screeched against the floor, and his finger hovered over the red ‘END CALL’ button without hesitation. 

[color=8493ca]“But you’re not my mother.”[/color]

Beep.

While he fantasised about all the different methods his sister would utilise to kill him for that comment, Daehyun had to get ready! The scruffy hair was swept into something more presentable, as well as his melancholy expression. It wasn’t until he’d began brushing his teeth, did the smile crack momentarily. As he gazed into the mirror, he wondered aloud;

[color=8493ca]“…Maybe he was just being polite.”[/color]

Solemn thoughts, which travelled with him downtown. Minkyu was very polite, it seemed. The more Daehyun thought about it, the more it made sense. Yes, he was probably agreeing to hanging out only because it was rude to deny such a forward request.

He’d be there sharp and early, plagued by these worries.