The subway ride had been a tense one. It was a bit rude to be on your phone in the subway, even if you were whispering, but… he had 4 missed calls from his Mother given his earlier cool-dude attitude with his sister. Everyone knew, especially from a Korean family, that the mother was…

Well, you answered on three rings or less. So, while he was drawing up the funeral plans in his head, perhaps some lilies, perhaps some solemn, macabre piano accompaniment, Daehyun ducked and weaved his way through the city streets to work. His official day at work, the first day, dressed in a slim-fit shirt, hair combed to one side. His mind was on important things, as he watched his appearance in the passing windows.

Did he look ok? Of course, he did, or so he told himself. He had asked Minkyu to hang out with him sometime, but it had dawned upon him, he had not SEEN Minkyu. What if he was… a dork? Massive glasses, braces and balding? No, surely not. If he was siblings with Amelia, then he should look half decent, attractive, Daehyun dared to say.

So, amidst thinking that his female manager was pretty and walking through the door to… that…

[color=8493ca]“…Ah?”[/color]

His forever-smile was plastered, but there was something almost deranged about it. His eyes were subtly wider, and cheeks immobile. Frozen in panic, blissful, smiling panic. 

[color=8493ca]“I had a girl—HAVE, I HAVE a girlfriend. Well. It’s complicated. I’m flattered, and you’re uh, you’re very, very pretty but erm…”[/color]

A hand raised to rub the back of his head—and those eyes. Those dark, nearly black eyes locked onto Minkyu. The emotion behind him was inscrutable, but certainly expectant. Not wanting to stare for suspiciously long, the attention was quickly rerouted back to Amelia, eyebrows furrowed and smile vanished, mouth pulled to the side of his face.

[color=8493ca]"...You love my what, exactly?"[/color]

Whatever it was, he'd have to stop doing it.