♛SONG DAEHYUN
⋘ Male | 18 years old | Musician & Singer | Location: Hotel Suite | Tags: Hana, Jeff⋙
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Before the girl could even answer, someone else came along. Turning around to look at the second boy behind him, Daehyun's whole face went red as he felt a bit too embarrassed. He knew that the other male was asking him what happened to the living room. It's like he could somehow read his mind— like he knew that Daehyun was the one responsible for this mess. And truth be told, he obviously was. "I—i... I'm so sorry, there was this little monster who came along, and," The brown-haired boy took a few steps back from the door and turned to point at the couch with a finger, the long sleeves from his fluffy, grey sweater covering most of his hand. "And it flew around there, and so I ran away from it because it was scary. It was a very scary monster, i—" He cut himself off momentarily as he made his way to the coffee table, and pointed at it too. "And when I ran, I moved the table... I kept slamming into things so this is why—"
Daehyung paused once more and walked to stand right in the middle of the living room, where a smashed pot with a flower stood on the carpet, right before his feet. The boy with brown, soft hair battered his eyelashes innocently as he stared down at the pot, and hung his head low as he fumbled with his hands. Then he looked at the girl and listened to her as she spoke, talking about how she thought they were having a party. Of course there was no party, but the thought of it bought a small smile on his face. Then he directed his attention back to the second guy who held a dog in his arms, and gave him an embarrassed, boxy grin. But his smile fell quickly, and looked back down at the floor with reddened cheeks. However, he did watch the girl with the corner of his eye, seeing as she simply stood at the door entrance. "You know, you don't need to apologize for anything... "Daehyun told her and looked back up, his deep tone quiet but gentle. One of his hands reached to play with one of his ear piercings, while his other arm wrapped around his tummy and waist.
By now, his cheeks were the colour of a fire engine, almost. Not only did he feel embarrassed, but he also felt nervous and scared. He was shy, and didn't really know how to make good introductions or have good first impressions. Obviously his first impression here was now ruined. The living room explains it all. But he played it off with another boxy grin— a pained looking one— but a grin nonetheless. "I-i'm sorry for disturbing you... " He told the brown-haired girl in a sincere tone, before he returned his attention to the second guy. "I promise I'll clean everything up... You don't even have to help me, I just—" Gulping, Daehyun's eyes remained glued on both of the humans who stood before him now, who seemed to be rather confused of the mess. "I g-got attacked by a bee... " He finally admitted in a shy whisper, a sheepish smile crossing his features.
Daehyun clasped his hands behind his back and swung on his heels and tip-toes in a slow, shy manner and just stared at the two. His chocolate coloured eyes were almost hid by brown bangs, a and his bottom lip was pushed out into a small pout. He knew he'd have to eventually clean up his mess, but he needed to pick a room first. He could unpack his things later, but he had to put his suitcase, coat and scarf somewhere, right? He felt bad now, because he probably ruined their time at the hotel. Would they hate him now? Would they think he's weird...? He didn't want to make rivals— he wanted to make friends. But he'd understand if they'll start disliking him. He won't have anything against them, however. They seemed to be lovely people (well at least that's what he assumed) maybe he could make it up to them sometime and somehow. But after a few moments of silence, he finally spoke up again. "I'm Daehyun, though you could call me Dae if you wish." He introduced himself softly, one of his hands reaching to play with a strand of his soft hair— twirling it around his index finger, before letting go, and tilting his head to the side.