In the Shade

"Are you okay?" He asked a little bit worried and concerned.

"Perfectly fine," Hyung said, but then a bump in the road made him slam his forehead against the glass, ". . . maybe not . . ." He sat back and looked out the windshield, rubbing his forehead.

"Shit. Are you okay?" He asked as he pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. He parked and cut the engine before leaning over and taking his face in his hands, examining his forehead.

"I-I'm fine . . ." Hyung was swatting away Soren's hands and quickly exited the vehicle, hoping that he didn't notice his blushing face. He wasn't used to being touched by others, no less cared for by others . . .

He looked after him with a frown. He sighed and got out and followed him into the restaurant and sat down.

Once at the table, Hyung sat fidgeting with the ends of his braid again. He stared down at the details of the table, following every line, scratch, and whatever on it.

He looked at him with a smile. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable back there."

"I-It's fine . . . " Hyung said quietly, twirling the ends of his hair around his index finger and poking at scratch with his other.

"No it's not. I always end up doing that. I do. I'm sorry.." He said softly.

"Ani," Hyung shook his head, looking up at Soren, "I am not used to being around people for so long . . . and . . . I'm just not sure what to do, or say . . ." He didn't speak loudly, but as he finished he returned his gaze to the table, continuously picking at it.

He smiled softly. "It's okay. You don't have to worry about any of that with me. I'm pretty much chill about everything,"

The corners of Hyung's mouth twitched in a partial smile, but he kept it hidden, determined to not show Soren his softer side.

He grinned, "I like your smile."

Hyung blushed, scratching at a scratch on the table. First he worries, then he complements, he thought, I am so not used to this . . . Well . . . I am not used to this in a certain degree . . .

He chuckled as he looked over the menu. "See anything you want?"

Hyung quickly looked into the menu, "Yeah . . . Uh . . . Chicken Chow Mein . . ." placed the menu back on the table and returned to fidgeting.

"Awesome." He said as the waiter came over. He told him to put it on one check and order a big bowl of lo mein. He turned to Hyung.

Hyung said his order, tugging at his braid.

The waiter nodded and walked off. Soren turned back to Hyung and smiled. "So, um.. what do like doing?" He asked. "There is a party going on at my house tonight if you want to come over."

Hyung thought for a moment, whether or not he should accept. "Sure," he said after a while, briefly glancing up at Soren.

"Cool. There isnt going to be that many people over and I usually just hang by the pool." He said with a wide warm smile.

Hyung lightly smiled back, "I'm fine with that."

"Good." He nodded. "There's that smile again. You should do that more often."

Hyung blushed but didn't look back at the table, "Really? Why?"

"It makes your face light up and it's all adorable like that." He said with a chuckle.