Well, mostly slim. The Japanese man tiredly drags his feet to a table not too far from Jaehyun’s, the Korean man’s interested gaze following him the entire way. The fair-haired stranger drops his briefcase and removes his trench coat, which causes Jaehyun to internally freak out because boy, was he not expecting those curves. Even in a thick sweater and straight dress pants, the other man’s waist, hips, and look nice.

Jaehyun snaps out of his silly stupor when he accidentally spills some salad in his lap. Swearing softly, he begins to dab at the dark dressing stain spreading rapidly on his jeans. “, this better come out okay or Taeyong-hyung will throw the biggest fit...”

Due to his distractedness, Jaehyun doesn’t notice when a certain Japanese man later shoots an intrigued, almost knowing look in his direction, or when a dangerously attractive hybrid between a smile and smirk blossoms on his face.