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211010 SOOO LUCKY ♡ YEJI
the apartment was dark once she entered it, and lights got switched on — iseul was nowhere in sight as the livingroom lightens. ivy feels the sting in her chest at her own foolishness. it was their anniversary today, celebrating their second year of being together. she had promised to be home on time, a romantic dinner planned between the couple until recording got a little bit over time, and suddenly it was way past the planned dinner. ivy passes the dinner table — food turned cold ages ago and neglected, candles blown out... she fears where she will find him once she enters his room and sees him waiting for her. "i'm sorry...—Iseul, i." @paenutss
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“ thank you. ” she loves the house too. the decoration reflecting both her father and her personality to perfection. art on the walls both theirs , photographs of their travel too mixing in. sora fidgets a bit , unsure how to act as they are alone together for the very first time , in her home on top of that. she doesn’t know the first thing about being a good host , let alone to someone that is something to her. not a friend ( not that she’d know in that case either ) , not family nor a random acquaintance but someone she’d like to stay in her life for a while. she settles on taking him to her studio. the room an organized mess with many of her pieces displayed all around. collection of fashion magazines taking an entire giant shelf and a dress , she has been working on for weeks , on her desk. “ please , make yourself at home , i’ll be right back. ” a quick trip to the kitchen and she returns with drinks and snack , figures it’s what she’s supposed to offer.
korain likes seeing these little pieces of her among the space. what her life could be like without sora telling him. so far, it came off as a bright one — where creativity ran wild and free. the musician gets even more awed at her small studio. the sketches on the wall, all types of fabric hanging from chairs and tables. he was careful not to touch anything but instead took everything silently with his eyes. " you're like sungho. " the icon that made every costume his band wore. she might enjoy meeting him — one day when she is ready for such a social encounter. " where do you want me? " korain finally asked after accepting one of the drinks. " do i also need to take something off or? " he was still in his leather jacket, taking it off regardless and hanging it over one of the seats. " i'm all yours for today. "
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[ TIME JUMP ]
new found closeness kept hidden on school grounds , the two agreeing to do so for her sake. it works , to an extent , most of her tormentors backing off and leaving her alone. saturday comes around quickly , sora a ball of nervousness from the moment she wakes up. her father looking amused whenever setting eyes on her and attempting to placate the young woman by offering tea , which fails , then bringing her sketchbook — bingo. the artist jumping out of her skin , throwing her pencil away and internally laughing at the similarity with her very first interaction with korain , when the doorbell rings. a few deep breath taken and she goes to the door. “ hi. ” familiar butterflies swim around in her stomach at the sight of the musician. “ please , come in. ” the home what you would expect that of an artist to look like. colorful , bright and with odd pieces scattered around that somehow make perfect sense in the decor. the two alone for the time being , given privacy and sora having been given a playful warning of no funny business.
" you're going to her house, not marry her. " korain groans at the appearance of his sister, laughing at him all morning for his blatant nervousness. could you blame him? he was going to sora's house for the very first time! and it had already been tough for him to see her at school every day without holding her hand. he also wanted to leave a good impression on her dad — show him, he was serious about his daughter and was earnest with his feelings for her. with teasing him literally out of the house, korain makes it right on time — his heart jumping as he rings the bell and the girl of his dreams opens. " hey. " His attraction to her blooms heavily in his stomach, having missed her more than he thought. kicking off his shoes, he wanders further inside, awed at the colorful house. " insane house. " the musician grins, eyeing all the art on the wall.
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fingers interlaced , the gesture full of affection and a silent statement on their evolving feelings for one another. some questions swirl about in her brain on how to act with him , following this evening , but she will figure it out come monday at school. school , thought of it already bringing dread to her , to be scrutinized some more. attention of many focused on the odd pair anytime they so much as cross path. some still relentless in dissuading korain in his pursuit of her. she can only imagine the stir , them having grown even closer , will cause. “ it is a big deal to me. it means a lot. ” she wants him to know , even in few words , his thoughtfulness and respect for her boundaries are appreciated. she appreciates him … so much. sora spots her father by the exit , animatedly talking to some people she doesn’t recognise , all looking enthused. a good sign. he looks their way , spots their fingers and gives her a pointed look , accompanied with a questioning raised eyebrow , that makes her cheeks redden … again. she shakes her head at him , focusing back on korain. “ i’m really glad to be the first person to take you to one and that you enjoyed it. ” she hopes to take him to more , soon. they step outside , gentle breeze blowing and temperature relatively mild for the month of october. silence stretches for a handful of second , cliché of them not to know quite how to properly wrap the moment shared. “ i had a lot of fun. ”
the school was going to be a little bit of a problem. even korain could admit that. he wasn't oblivious to the female party's too much interest in him and bothering sora because she's the girl he likes. clearly, they had it out for her — because of her quiet nature and wanting to be alone. she was also drop-dead gorgeous and wasn't interested in teenage dramatics. hence he would protect her and not burden her with his affection too much at school at least. he'll just have to hold her hand outside of class. " you're welcome then. " his friends would laugh at him for being so careful, but the singer didn't care. sora was important enough to be gentle with. didn't matter that he looked anything but delicate. they were back outside way too soon for his liking, having said goodbye to her dad. the dude was really cool, someone to look up to for sure. " thanks for the experience. i had a lot of fun too. " korain even reached first base, smiling as he lifted their still joined hands. " i got to go. i'll see you at school and, of course, our date. " with a soft wink, he pressed an innocent kiss at the back of her hand. " bye, sora. "

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“ no doctor nor hospital needed , i’m good , ” he reassures , once again , would continue to if it helps ease the woman’s mind. part of him amused at the involuntary boldness of her actions , but mostly he finds himself more worried about the stranger than having his personal space invaded. curious too , to what could have put her in such state of stress so early in the morning. again , he brushes her concern on his well-being off , as they keep rolling in — the sensation would fade in a few minutes and no further damage done. it’s superficial. he’s spilled enough coffee on himself to know as such. “ why don’t you sit down with me for a bit ? ” her new order brought at the table he steers them both towards and chair pulled back for her to sit down. “ breathe. ” doesn’t look as though she’s taken the time to in a long time.
perhaps her high-stress levels were evident in her outer appearance as the male takes it upon himself to calm her down. " okay, okay... " yuna lets herself be seated and follows his instructions to breathe, taking very deep breaths. today had been insanely busy — hardly any time to take a moment for herself, or even have lunch because she always had to run an errand. " you're awfully kind. " there was an extensive stain on his crisp white shirt, and she ended up the one getting help. " you also didn't have to do that. " yuna points at the new coffee order, feeling shy as she lowers her gaze towards the table. " let me at least pay for dry cleaning? or buy you a coffee?" it was the least she could do for him.
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a date … she’s going on a date. her very first date. if you told her , weeks prior , the short encounter with korain , in the classroom , would lead to this , she would not have believed it. romance , the furthest matter from her mind before meeting the musician. teeth sinks into her bottom lip , giddiness replacing nervousness and butterflies swirling around in her stomach. she feels like such a lovestruck teenager … well , she is. “ saturday is perfect. you can come over to mine , see my father’s vinyl collection at the same time. ” where is all this courage coming from ? it wouldn’t be long before sora starts overthinking every aspect of her conversation with korain , wondering whether they are moving too fast ( even though this has been weeks coming and she made the other wait ) and drive herself mad before his visit. no matter , her home the best place to draw him , and comfortable in allowing korain into her safe haven. eyes drawn down to their joined hand , smile soft and squeezing back. “ thank you for understanding. ” his empathy means the world to her. the two keep on moving along the exhibit , sora giving a short story on each painting. their hands remain clasped the entire time. she likes it , she likes holding his hand.
korain was struck by the love bug. his crush growing every second of the day, and he felt like he had reached a new peak. not only were they going on a date — sora also invited him inside her home. " that — that be great. " the two teenagers were unmistakably excited about it, butterflies flying all around them as their affection grew. what also got his heart racing was the intertwining of their fingers. sora did not release him, and korain never bothered to do so as they proceeded to walk through the exhibition. he makes it more intimate by interlacing each finger and tracing his thumb softly across the back of her hand. " it's really no big deal. " he rather has her comfortable with him — understanding she was learning how to be with him as well. korain certainly wanted to do this right as he liked sora A LOT. " we almost reached the end. " he noticed the exit close by, meaning this day was coming to an end. " i never been to an art gallery before, but it was amazing to see your dad's work. "
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mouth opens , rebuttal on the tip of her tongue but the words not spoken. she can’t reject him , not when her interest in him has grown to be beyond friendship. thing is , she is terrified to take the plunge , having never been on a date before , and of disappointing him. he wouldn’t , he likes you as you are. “ yes , like a date , ” she ends confirming , happy with her decision to be bold underneath the layer of nervousness. korain , the very first person to stick around after getting to know her and still being interested in pursuing the reserved artist. it has to mean something. it means something to her. “ would next weekend work for you ? ” sora needs that much time to process all the progress they have made , the changes between them in the near future too , and prepare herself to draw him. now , put on the spot to be vulnerable through her art , she can only admire korain for the song he wrote for her then having the guts to show it to her. the gift even more meaningful to her. sora hates putting a damper on the mood , interfere with korain’s happiness , with her inability to function in a crowd unless surrounded by what makes her feel safe ( as is the case in a gallery ). “ i’m sorry , ” she repeats , looking anywhere but at the musician. now is one of the times she resents herself , resents not being like the norm. " one day … one day , i’d like to. just — ” be patient with me.
cute. korain found her cute beyond compare. his toothy grin was so wide it hurt his mouth. " a date. " he repeats with soft happiness. he sort of knew that this was all very new for her. but the musician was glad that she jumped and went for it. It could've been anything, and he would've been very proud. " next weekend? yeah, cool. saturday? " korain would cancel rehearsals if he had to. ivy and iseul pulling a fast one plenty of times, ditching the others for some couple stuff. now he had his own moment to get away from his music and enjoy being with his crush. he didn't want her to feel bad about her emotions or decisions, " you don't have to apologize ." carefully enough, his hand reaches for hers, clasping his callused fingers around hers, giving them a reassuring squeeze. " love, don't fret on that shit. i don't mind it. do what feels comfortable, and i shall follow. "
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white shirt and blue jeans splattered with paint. kangdae on a well-deserved break after a long night of work , having yet to get a wink of sleep — brain alive and bubbling with ideas that would not let him rest. the coffee shop his favourite , mere blocks away from his home. barista greets him by name , making pleasant conversation all the while preparing his order ( including a piece of pie , specially put aside for his daughter , her favourite to have when coming home from school ). bubble burst by the scorching heat of coffee splashing the skin of his abdomen through the flimsy fabric of his shirt. eyes greeted by a beautiful but glaringly anxiety ridden woman , when looking at the culprit. the moment so unbelievably cliché , they could be the main protagonists of one of sora’s beloved romantic drama. “ no harm done , it’s all fine. ” voice keeping its ever calm and light tone , regardless of his skin begging to differ. the woman’s day obviously arduous enough without adding to it through anger. smile reassuring then turning to the barista and asking for a new round of her order … on him. “ are you well ? ”
yuna blinks at his genuine kindness — a little starstruck at the beauty of it. " am i well? i should be asking you that! you're probably burning. " shaking her head and in full hysteria mode, she pulls out multiple tissues from one of the tissue dispensers, dabbing his shirt with apologies mumbled behind her breath. " you—you don't have to buy me the coffee either! i'm the one that bumped into you." she ends up blushing. one of the baristas came with a towel, and yuna caught the male looking down at her while she remotely was invading his personal space — crossing every boundary by touching him like that. " ah! here. sorry. " red as a tomato, her hands fly away, dying from humiliation. " do, do you need to see the hospital? they were quite hot..." god — they were going to fire her for getting sued on her first day.

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yuna was in a hurry, high heels clicking hurridly on concrete floors. it was the first day of work, and she was already making a MESS of herself. she being yelled at, first thing, left and right, doing uneccesary errands — getting yelled at some more when she did something incorrectly. the first day of work, and she already hated this job. to continue her day of misery. she was forced to buy half of the employee's coffee, an endless list of orders shoved into her hands. her skirt rips suddenly, on the way, showing off way too much leg. the line at the café was ridiculous that it would take way longer to get the stupid things. and now for the MAIN EVENT! her subconscious presses play, classical music begins, while the world goes into slow motion. yuna doesn't see him before it was too late, and the coffee goes flying, splattering all over this man's shirt. " crap! shit! i'm so sorry! holy crap! i'm so, so sorry! "
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