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This is what you get for forgetting to mute your mic. You had a whole phone call about dinner before realizing your mistake, and now everyone knows that wholesome, cozy Twitch streamer lightberry swears like a sailor when discussing pork katsu and calls a special someone “baby.” It’s been clipped already, you just know. At least you didn’t put him on speaker.

“‘100 subs if you tell us his name?’” you read. You'll indulge them because indulging Chat makes for good content. “I’ll tell you literally anything else.”

If you told them his name, you would end up trending on Twitter.

“‘Is he also a gamer?’ Yeah. Mostly League, Genshin, Apex. He’s been trying to get into Valorant. Now, 100 subs, please.”

Felix, otherwise known as LixInABox, is a gamer and streaming personality who has nearly a million subs on Twitch. He has a partner, an elusive figure exclusively referred to as “My Partner.” There are rumors that My Partner (MP) doesn’t actually exist and that they’re a cover for his singleness.

“‘20 subs if you tell us his rank?’ Sure. He's pretty high in everything. I can’t ever duo with him, except in Genshin.”

When he started streaming, he was primarily known for his League of Legends skills. Low Masters on a good day, Diamond 3 on the bad ones.

“‘Show us a picture.’ You know what, I’ll do that for free.”

Chat is not happy when you pull up a photo of Marshal from Animal Crossing. To be fair, he does resemble Felix a little.

While they continue to pester you about his identity, you continue terraforming your butterfly-shaped lake. When Marshal walks by with a sandwich, you make sure to point him out.

“There’s my boyfriend,” you say as you glance at the chat, which is scrolling by so quickly, your eyes can barely keep up.

IT’S LIX

MP MP MP MP

LIXBERRY

You’ve got a ship name already? How did they figure it out? Did Felix reach a million subs? He joked that he would reveal who MP was once he hit a million, and you sort of gave him the green light, but surely he would tell you beforehand? You sit motionless at your chair and try to come up with a solution that doesn’t involve straight up lying.

LIXBERRY LIXBERRY

MP IS REAL

HE’S LIVE

It doesn’t matter what you do. By doing nothing, you’ve confirmed it, so you go back to how it all started—you call Felix, live on stream. You leave your mic unmuted intentionally this time.

“Hey, what did you do?” are your first words. You have his stream up as well, so you see the blush on his face. “You’re live on mine, by the way.”

“I didn’t do anything! They figured it out! I mentioned that I was gonna have pork katsu for dinner, and like five minutes later, they connected it back to you. What did you do?”

“I forgot to mute during our call,” you admit. “And I also gave them hints in exchange for subs, but I didn’t think they were anything obvious.”

He looks at his chat and laughs. “You basically told them what I’m famous for. And a picture of Marshal? No wonder.”

“My bad. See you at dinner?”

He smiles, and you can’t help but do the same. “Yeah. Love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.”

Chat explodes. You and Felix will never live this down, but it feels better than you thought. And you really don’t want to admit it, but lixberry is really, really cute.

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➤ 001. meeting the freshmen!

➤ 002. basement

You had come to the uneasy conclusion that neither of you were going to change their laundry doing schedule, because, between school and work and well, you know, nightly routines, there was no time quite like late on Friday and Saturday nights to frequent the deserted laundry room.

So now you tolerated-honestly that was a generous word-each other's presence for the few hours you saw each other on the weekends, the sound of tumbling clothes a constant background to the unfolding drama that was your relationship, if that even could be used in this instance.

You didn't think it should be.

Hyunjin finishes tossing his first load into the washer and slams the door shut with a bang, instantly hopping up to sit on the machine, his usual resting spot for the duration of his laundry endeavors, and eyes you with slightly annoyed amusement in his dark eyes.

"Did you bring your extra strength stain remover for all those blood stains you're gonna have to get out?"

You scoff and shoot him a glare. "Please. I'm not a messy eater. The only blood you'll likely ever see me have to get out is once a month when my uterus tries to kill me."

Hyujin raises a dark brow and it disappears into the blonde of his hairline, and you ignore the brief thought that he's entirely too pretty for one of his species, that he probably has fur the color of sunshine and soft as cashmere when he turns and paws the size of dinner plates.

"How nice of your victims to consider your linens."

You roll your eyes and glare down at the soap you're filling the machine with, all liquid and green and smelling like fresh cotton, whatever the hell that's supposed to smell like.

"As if. This isn't the dark ages. Some of us have advanced, unlike the dogs you must associate with. They're not victims. They're all willing, consensual participants in my feeding and their pleasure. But you probably wouldn't understand that."

Hyunjin laughs, a sharp, sarcastic note, and you resist the urge to look up at him as he leans forward, trying to peer into your face, the tilt of his head oddly reminiscent of a curious puppy, blonde hair falling into his face.

He's not cute. Don't think that.

"If you must know, Vampirina, I am never anything but a gentleman."

You hide the fact that your lips want to curve into the start of a smile as you look up to meet his gaze with a blank look.

"That's cute. Did they teach you that in obedience school?"

Hyunjin grins, his teeth white and straight and perfect.

"I graduated with honors obviously. Top of my class."

You can't help it, you laugh, a short, stilted laugh, but a laugh nonetheless and you don't miss the way Hyunjin's eyes brighten at the sound, enough that you almost imagine him wagging his nonexistent tail.

"Ah. So she does smile."

"Shut up." You slam a finger down to finish the current load of laundry, trying to force your face back into a grimace. "I'm pretty sure I didn't command you to 'speak.'"

Hyunjin is still grinning, smug and altogether too pretty, and he mocks a barking sound as he jumps down from his own washer and begins to switch over his load of lights.

"Pretty sure you don't have a treat for me either, Dracula, and I don't do shit for free."

*****

The next time you run into Hyunjin, he's at the laundromat before you, which is surprising, considering he always seems to be running behind schedule.

Stupid dogs.

The laundry machine is already humming away as you heave your own basket of dirty clothes onto the counter beside him.

"Hey, dog, drool on anyone yet today?"

Hyunjin sticks his pretty pink tongue out at you and you flash him a smirk as you insert your coins and dump your laundry into the waiting washer.

"Not yet. But the night's still young." He hoists himself easily onto the counter and swings his sneakers against the machines as he watches you work, entirely nonplussed. "What about you, Nosferatu? Stick anyone today?"

You keep your features schooled into a blank expression, forcing yourself to ignore the itch under your skin that is Hwang Hyunjin, and toss a capful of detergent into the washer.

"No. Also. You smell."

Hyunjin grins. "Thanks. I went for a jog right before this, just for you."

You shoot him a glare, eyeing the fact that he is indeed wearing nothing but running shorts and a loose tank top which looks slightly damp with sweat, and turn up your nose, sniffing in disdain.

"I prefer my château de'dog a little less fresh and a little more nonexistent."

Hyunjin hops down from the counter, the stupid grin still on his stupid face, and pats your head, as if you're a child and he's simply entertaining your temper tantrum.

You resist the urge to rip his hand off right then and there.

"Don't worry, Hotel Transylvania. I'm an acquired taste, but you'll come around."

"I seriously doubt that." You mutter sourly beneath your breath, probably unheard over the thud of the busy, tumbling washing machines, but unlikely, because you're dealing with a man with literal canine hearing.

Good. You hope he heard.

*****

You're just tossing your delicates into the dryer when you hear the sound of laughter coming through the door, and glancing over your shoulder, your mood instantly sours, because it's none other than wonder dog, and he's not alone.

The red-headed girl who hangs off Hyunjin's arm laughs loudly at something he says under his breath, and his gaze flicks to you, but you're studiously keeping your gaze on the suddenly very interesting dryer knob.

The click of her heels is obnoxious, and besides, who wears heels to the dorm laundromat on a Saturday at 10 PM anyway?

Apparently the people Hwang Hyunjin chooses for company.

You glower at the settings as Hyunjin sets down his laundry bag right beside the dryer you're using, and you catch a whiff of the girl's overly loud and bright perfume, along with something incredibly plain, incredibly human.

Damn, had she used the entire bottle?

Hyunjin leans against the edge of your dryer like he doesn't have a care in the world, and when you glance up to meet his stare with a glare, his lips curve upward into a smug smirk.

"Hey there, Buffy."

You resist the urge to correct him, to snap back that Buffy was actually the Vampire Slayer, not the vampire, but you clamp your mouth shut and resume your laundry, deciding to ignore him.

The girl giggles and leans into Hyunjin's space in a way that has your skin crawling with annoyance, and you're not sure why.

You blame it on the strong, nauseating smell of her perfume.

"Buffy? That's such a cute name!"

You manage a thin lipped smile in her direction. "Thanks." You can feel Hyunjin watching the two of you, waiting for something, but you force yourself to keep eye contact with the girl, to keep your voice casual and level, bored even. "How'd you meet Lawrence Talbot here?"

The girl's forehead crinkles in confusion at your words, and you can practically feel Hyunjin's gaze boring into the side of your head.

Oh you poor dumb thing.

"Well, regardless," You turn back to your final laundry load casually, pulling it all out of the warm dryer and throwing it haphazardly into your basket without looking at either of them. "Make sure you take him for plenty of walks, yeah? He just loves to chase the birds in the park."

You glance up, giving the girl a conspiratorial wink.

"I love the park!" She exclaims shrilly, clinging to Hyunjin's arm and jumping up and down, a feat in such high heels. "Can we go tomorrow, Jinnie? Can we?"

You're pleased to see that Hyunjin looks like he's going to murder you.

"I dunno, Raquel, I kind of have-"

"Have what?" You interrupt, standing up now, basket at your hip, an innocent smile on your face. "I'm sure whatever it is can wait, right, Jinnie? Just long enough for you to take your girlfriend to the park?"

Hyunjin flashes you a look that could kill, that is, if you weren't already dead.

You smile and reach out to pat the girl-Raquel-kindly on the arm before you brush past them toward the door.

"Don't forget his ball!" You call over your shoulder, and catch one more glance of Hyunjin's rage darkened features before you leave the laundry room with a triumphant grin.

*****

"Aw, vacationing alone today, hound?"

Hyunjin shoots you a slight glare as he pushes his quarters into the machine next to you, the metal coins clinking loudly down into the slots one by one.

"Aw-" He mimics you, sticking his tongue out in your direction. "Spending your Friday night at the dorm laundromat again, Count Von Count?"

You roll your eyes. "You're here too. What, did Rachel forget your collar at home or something?"

"First off, her name is Raquel-" Hyunjin fires back, shoving his first load of laundry into the washer before he angrily slams the door and turns to you, arms crossed over his chest. "-and secondly, my collar is currently at the dry cleaners. Leather and all that."

You turn to face him head on, because you're many things, but never one to cower in the face of a fight, especially with a werewolf.

"Did she get you a cute little engraved heart with her name and number on it to hang from the d-ring? So if you get lost, the pound will know where to return you?"

Hyunjin lifts his lip, and the motion reminds you of a wolf, backed into a corner, snarling, teeth on display, but when he speaks, his voice is as low and steady as ever.

"Funny that you think the pound could hold me."

You grin wickedly, every word dripping with sarcastic venom, as you step toward him.

"Funny that you think Raquisha would ever even look your way, let alone date you, if she knew what you really were."

Hyunjin's eyes flick down to your fangs, the tips poking past your lips with your smile, and something in your stomach clenches, though you tell yourself it's just because he's staring at you, and you really hate his guts.

"Let me ask you a question, fangs."

Your eyes flash and you hold your ground, staring him down.

"Bring it, Remus Lupin."

You're ready for a fight. You're more than ready.

So when he heaves a sigh, a sigh that reminds you of a dog settling down after a long day beside the fire, and steps back, hands going into the pockets of his skinny, torn jeans, it catches you off guard, and you instantly feel like you're floundering suddenly.

Hyunjin cocks his head and regards you seriously, allowing a tiny smile to slip across one side of his full lips.

"What about you?"

You open your mouth, confusion clear on your features, and ask bluntly, because you don't know what else to do, "What about me?"

Hyunjin scoffs, more to himself then you, and tilts his head back, long blonde hair dusting his shoulders as he stares at the ceiling for a long moment, the only sound the rumbling of the washer in the background.

Great. You broke him.

Finally, he lets out a self deprecating chuckle and reaching up to rake hair back from his forehead, meets your gaze once more.

"Would you date me? Because you already know what I am."

Your mouth drops open, and Hyunjin's gaze is once again drawn, like a magnet, to the exposal of your fangs.

"Why-" You stutter out, all the quips, all the names, all the quick replies suddenly lost in your shock. "What do you mean?"

Hyunjin grins, his nose crinkling, and steps back toward you, leaning against the washer beside you, your forearms brushing. He's warm, warmer than a usual body, and it instantly soaks into your unusually cold skin like a ray of sun on a winter day.

"I just thought-" He shrugs, laughing again, dark eyes bright. "You know, we do this thing, whatever this is," He motions between you and then to your piles of laundry sitting untouched behind you. "every weekend, and I thought that maybe it was time for me to ask you out on a date that didn't include the dorm laundromat and sharply witty nicknames."

You consider him silently for a moment, and then you slowly nod, because when he puts it that way, it doesn't seem so odd.

You have gotten used to your routine, to Hyunjin being a part of it, and honestly, you could probably get used to him being in parts of your other routines too with a little practice.

"Fine."

Hyunjin looks caught off guard, eyes going wide and bright, like a puppy that has just been granted a treat and a 'good boy.'

"Really?"

"Yes." You nod curtly, once, as you turn to restart the dryer behind you, avoiding his gaze. "You can take me on a date, but-" You hold up a finger and let your lips curl into the hint of a smile as you face him once more. "You can forget about dropping the name-calling, because that's never going to stop, wolfman."

Hyunjin grins, and for a moment, you get lost in the brightness of it.

Your phone rings and you groan, answering it reluctantly.

"Where are you? You were supposed to be here five minutes ago." Chaeyoung's voice meets your ear without a proper greeting.

“I’m in the cab. I promise I’ll be there soon.” You say, eyes watching out the window, waiting for the diner to come into view.

“Okay, well, they’re about to seat me. I guess I’ll see you at the table.” She updates you on what you’re currently missing.

“Okay, see you soon. Bye.”

“Bye.” She signs off.

A few minutes later, you’re stepping out of the cab and entering the very colorful diner.

“Hi, table for one?” The handsome server at the front desk asks. You note his purple hair. Well, this is a fun place, you can’t help but think.

“Actually, I’m meeting a friend. She should already be seated.” You politely inform him.

“Ah, yes, follow me.” He guides you to where Chaeyoung has already been seated.

“Took you long enough.” She jokingly remarks.

“Oh, give it up, it’s not my fault there was a bit of traffic.” You wave a hand at her.

“Traffic…right.” She drags out, unconvinced.

“There was!” You defend. A third voice interrupts before Chaeyoung can respond.

“Hello, my name is Jeongin, and I will be your server for today.” He recites the usual greeting.

You look up to return the greeting and see a boy, taking note of his appearance: early 20s, black hair, captivating smile. His uniform is rather interesting. He’s wearing a navy blue, long sleeve shirt with bright yellow stripes and a white collar, over a white button up with a plaid, tan ascot tied around his neck. The brown newspaper boy hat perched backwards upon his head matches his long, brown apron, which covers most of his plain, black pants. He finished the look off with a pair of black converse, and you can’t help but find it all quite charming.

Something weird stirs inside of you when his eyes meet yours. It feels like time stops, the noise from those around you fades, and you feel yourself getting lost in those deep brown eyes. The two of you stare at each other for nearly a minute before Chaeyoung clears her throat. You suddenly shiver, gaze reverting to the table. Your hands rub away the goosebumps that have arisen on your arms.

“Sorry about that,” He stutters out a nervous, apology for staring, and proceeds to drop the menus in his hand. He throws his hands up as if to say ‘seriously’, before swiftly bending down to pick them back up and handing them to the two of you.

“Uh…and that.” He winces. “I’m new here if you couldn’t tell.” He explains. You give him a nod and a small smile in sympathetic understanding. You almost think he blushed at that, but you brush it off.

“Anyways, what can I get you two to drink?” He raises a hand to readjust his hat, trying to get back on track. You both take a quick look at the beverage section on your respective menus, ordering your usuals.

“Okay, I’ll give you some time to look over the food while I’m getting your drinks.” He says more to you, sending another smile your way before walking away from the table. You both watch him walk away. Chaeyoung immediately turns around when he’s out of sight and catches you still watching the spot he disappeared to.

“Okay, what was that?” Chaeyoung grins at you.

“What was what? He’s just a bit clumsy.” You defend him, playing coy, but you know that’s not what she meant.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” She gives you a look before continuing, “It wasn’t just you; you know? He stared back at you for just as long.”

“He did not, and we were not staring at each other, okay?” You pause briefly, wracking your brain for an excuse, “I was just trying to remember what he looks like so I could call to him if we need him.”

“Sure, sure.” She lets it go, for now.

“Alright, here are your drinks.” Jeongin sets the drinks on the table, along with two straws. He nearly knocked your drink over when he went to set Chaeyoung’s down, but you just found it cute.

“Are you two ready to order?” He pulls a pen and notepad from his apron.

Neither of you spent much time actually looking at the menu, more engrossed in your conversation than what the diner has to offer.

“I can give you some more time?” He offers after noticing the silence from you both.

“Actually, we’ve never been here before. Is there anything you would recommend?” You speak up, eyes searching for his only to find them already on you.

“I’m still learning the menu myself, may I?” He asks, gesturing towards your menu.

“Oh, yeah, go ahead.” You lay it flat on the table, turning it in his direction. He bends down and his proximity has you holding your breath. You admire his side profile as his eyes scan the menu.

“I really like hash browns. So, if I were you, I’d get any meal that comes with it.” He turns his head, and your eyes widen a bit in surprise, his own doing the same. He is really close. Like, you could kiss him if you wanted to, close. You feel your face warm.

He straightens back up instantly, clearing his throat. You peek at his face and swear he’s blushing again.

It’s probably just because he’s moving all over this diner and surrounded by steaming hot food. You tell yourself, brushing it off once again.

“That sounds good. Just give each of us one of the platters that come with hash browns.” Chaeyoung nods at him. He scribbles down the order and places his pen and notepad back into his pocket.

“Okay, I will return with your food momentarily.” He glances at Chaeyoung before his eyes look back over to you. She hands him her menu, but when he goes to grab yours, his hand brushes over your own. You giggle and he fights a grin. The smile wins and it remains on his face as he gives a final nod. He walks backwards for a few steps, eyes still on you, before turning to face the right way.

“He totally likes you. He keeps smiling around you, and I think I even saw him blush.” Chaeyoung remarks as soon as he’s out of earshot, pulling her straw out of the wrapper and taking a sip.

“No.” You shake your head, taking a sip of your own drink. “He’s just being friendly. He smiles at you too.”

“Please, he’s barely acknowledging me. He certainly doesn’t turn red when he does look at me.” She counters, rolling her eyes playfully.

“It’s warm in here. He’s probably just flushed because of the warmth.” You shrug.

“Don’t act like you don’t like him too. Your pupils are practically turning into hearts when you look at him.” She teases, reaching out to swat your arm.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You cross your arms, shaking your head again as you look around the diner, but you can’t fight the smile her antics inspire.

You happen to look in Jeongin’s direction. He’s supposed to be taking orders from the family seated in front of him, but you see that he’s already looking at you. He ducks, looking back to his notepad when he realizes you caught him staring. Maybe Chaeyoung is right.

“Alright, here is your food. Sorry about your wait.” Jeongin apologizes as he places your food on the table.

“Thank you.” You smile at him and grab your utensils, preparing to dig in.

“Let me know if you need anything else. I’ll be around. Enjoy your meal.” He smiles back. “Oh, and please, enjoy your meal.” He adds, before walking away.

“Didn’t even look at me.” Chaeyoung points out, raising her spoon in the air. You just smile to yourself, beginning to feel more confident he really is into you.

The two of you enjoyed your meal, finally moving onto other topics besides whatever is going on between you and Jeongin. He continuously checked on your table, making sure everything tasted good and getting you both anything you needed. Even when he was away from your table, you couldn’t help but notice all the times he seemed to be looking at you instead.

He returns when you’re both finishing up, bringing the bill, and collecting your dishes.

“So, how was it?” He inquires, looking to you.

“It was really good. Thank you for the recommendation.” You thank him, giving him that same warm smile you’ve been giving him all night, which he continues to return.

“Glad I could be of service.” He laughs, hand flying to the back of his neck. “I’ll just get these out of your way now.” He adds, referring to your plates.

When he goes to grab your dishes, he accidentally drops one plate on top of the other a bit too harshly, the utensils on top clanging together.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, wincing at the sound. You giggle at him, still finding his actions endearing.

Your hands brushed for the second time that day when you hand him the bill back. You swear he let his linger for a moment this time. You could feel the cool metal of the rings he wore. He looks down with that familiar smile on his face, shaking his head before retracting his hand in favor of placing it on his face to hide it briefly, before proceeding to walk away.

With the table cleared, he bids you both a good day. Then, he’s off to return the dishes to the kitchen. When he’s out of earshot, Chaeyoung leans across the table towards you.

“Okay, here’s the plan. I’m going to wait for you outside, while you stay here to see what happens.” Chaeyoung explains lowly.

“What? You are not leaving me alone in here.” You shoot her a look of warning, voice coming out in a yelled whisper.

“It’s only for a few extra minutes. Just give him some time to make a move if he wants to make one, alright?” She pleads.

“If he doesn’t come back, I’m going to look like such an idiot.” You groan, wiping a hand over your face.

“Yeah, and if he does, you can thank me by letting me help plan the wedding.” She grins cheekily.

“That was already the plan.” You remind her, “If I ever decide to get married, that is.” You add.

“I know. Meet me outside when you’re done.” She sends you one last self-satisfied smirk and she’s off.

You watch her walk out, and the awkwardness you feel sets in immediately. Your eyes scan the diner, but Jeongin is nowhere in sight. You pull out your phone in an attempt to look busy.

You wait there at the table, alone, for a few minutes, and in those few minutes, nothing happens, other than your confidence waning. Chaeyoung’s already texting you, looking for updates.

You’re beginning to think that maybe you both got it wrong. Maybe he really was just being friendly. It is part of his job, you suppose. You were really trying not to turn nothing into something, but you had started to feel like there was something there.

You gather your things, reluctantly standing up to leave. Your eyes catch the sign for the bathroom, and you decide you might as well use it before you go. You check your appearance in the mirror just in case there was some chance you would see Jeongin again before you leave. Still holding onto some kind of hope.

When you come back out of the bathroom, you see that Jeongin is now manning the front desk rather than taking orders, which means you must walk past him if you want to leave. Great.

As you get closer to the front desk, your nerves settle in, because now you’re contemplating whether you should just be the one to make the first move. You’re still figuring out how you want to approach this when he beats you to it.

“Hey wait!” Jeongin suddenly calls out to you, “Here.” His outstretched hand holds your credit card.

“Oh my God, thank you. Don’t want to forget that.” You stumble nervously, taking the card from him and pocketing it. Your head was so wrapped up in thoughts of him you almost made a terrible mistake.

“Yeah, sorry. I swear I wasn’t trying to like, steal it. I took the dishes back to the kitchen, then I came over here to scan your card, but the machine was malfunctioning. I got it, though. When I looked over, your table was empty, so I assumed you both left.” He awkwardly apologizes.

“No, no, of course you weren’t.” You reassure him. Silence settles between the two of you as you try to muster up the courage to make a move.

“So,” You start awkwardly, “I was wondering if I could maybe get your number?” You rush out.

“Really? I mean, yeah, I actually wanted to ask you for yours.” He says in surprise, hand coming up to touch his face again.

“Guess I beat you to it.” You joke and he laughs. He pulls his phone out, which prompts you to pull out yours. You trade phones, each creating a contact for the other. You wish each other a good day once again and you leave him to finish his shift.

Your heartbeat is still pounding in your chest and ears as you walk out the door, a sigh of relief leaving you. You stop to cheer a few steps away from the door, hoping he wasn’t still watching. Your smile is so wide it’s starting to hurt a bit.

“So, how’d it go?” Chaeyoung asks, but the grin you’re sporting tells her all she needs to know.

Your phone pinging stops you from responding, instead choosing to look at the text you just received. That also tells her all she needs to know. The intense grin remains on your face as you read it over.

Jeongin 🦊: Hey, it’s Jeongin (from the diner haha). I really want to take you out sometime. Want to see a movie this weekend?