Oh my god! Does Jay have to call out Seung's awkwardness like that? Jay's not wrong, though. He's usually a lot smoother than this. He's usually not fighting to pluck a single thought from his head. He usually doesn't have knots in his stomach. He usually thinks before letting words fall unbidden out of his mouth.

What's this power Jay (still) has over him? Seung closes his eyes, forcing a little laugh that could almost sound natural to anyone who didn't know him as well as Jay does. He's just an ex, Seung reminds himself. Nothing to be afraid. Jay couldn't possibly know what's going on inside unless Seung keeps giving him very single clue on a silver platter.

Be cool, Seung. You're good at that, remember? Be cool.

Something in his body language shifts with a single breath. One deep, cleansing breath. Long enough to find some sensible course of his thoughts. Long enough to stifle those fucking butterflies flapping away. When he laughs again, if feels more real.

"Touché. You caught me before I've had any coffee."

And thank god for that! If he'd seen Jay with a cup of anything in his hand, he would've dropped it. That's the opposite of smooth.

At least with the surprise of seeing probably the very last person he ever expected to see again passes... It's easy to be his coll, collected self. At least on the outside.

"But really..." He stops short, choking off an endearment that was so common when they were together before. "What brings you here?"