"𝖇𝖆𝖗-𝖙-𝖙-𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗" / yeonjun

The clink of ice cubes in the glass was a familiar, pleasant sound to the ears, just like the sound of the sweet liquid shimmering from the shaker. Yeonjun's gaze is steady as he pierces the smoothness of the cocktail with a monochrome straw and pushes the glass towards his new 'patient'. Cherry Coke is usually ordered either by those who have just gone through puberty, those who suffer from affairs of the heart, or the eternal clowns whose masks inevitably hide apathy. Yeonjun is silent, frozen in anticipation almost like a stone statue, but his reflexive action rubs the glass, already glistening in the dim light of the bar. — The first one's always on me.