in the stars.
@msusage
dating was the last thing that jacob wanted to do while he was at mokseong. all it would take was one person getting close enough to him that they realised what he was and heād already had that happened. his profile on no. 9 was there for when he was lonely enough to forget or drunk enough to believe he could fool everyone, or when he was just looking for one night. he couldnāt remember what one was the reason heād found himself in contact with sage, but itād only taken him one date to decide to tell sage that he didnāt date.
that was months ago now, and sage had taken to ignoring jacobās disinterest, continuing to drag him on dates and force him through the casual interactions that jacob kept convincing himself that he hated. the hot cocoa in his hands warming his body as he sat with the other, trying his best not to look at sage (to avoid encouraging the belief that he liked him) and idly listening to the conversation he waited for his chance to escape. he didnāt know why his mind focused on sageās last words, there was a strange air in them and jacob found his trained smile faltering as he looked at the boy next to him in confusion.Ā āwhat?ā
sageās voice coming to him with focus and jacobās expression turned incredulous, brows knitted and his brown eyes darting around, searching for sign that sage was joking. there was none.Ā āwhat do you mean weāre not aligned in the stars?ā he questioned, unable to hide the annoyance in his voice. heād not suffered through these dates for the stars to decide anything about him.Ā āthat makes no sense. you canāt... break up with me because the stars tell you weāre not.. aligned.ā the last word filled with distaste.
