#curious-x

//ooc: ;;;;; thanks, baby girl~

It was in spite of this that Jongin took it upon himself to bring the book to work every day and peruse through it. He kept it to himself, afraid of the judgement that would be bestowed upon him; that is, until today, when a small-framed female approached his desk and stood there long enough for him to notice. Flushing at the face, he quickly slapped the book closed, covered it with his hands, and blurted out: "May I help you?"

“Okay, what have we got next-” Kijung hums, utterly irrelevant information clipped to a clipboard as he steps out from the back store room of the bar, towards the next waiting candidate - in an effort to look authoritative and like he wasn’t completely winging this whole ‘hiring’ business. Though, the pink florescent adverts publicising the vacancy for ‘cute boy bar staff wanted’ around the local area may have given him away to the contrary. Lifting his eyes he looks over to his last candidate of the day and scoffs softly, gently shaking his head as he crosses his arms and gently tilts his head, “kid- how old are you?” He asks with a slight exasperated tone, but a kind smile on his lips before he leans forward, elbow on the bar to study him. He looked like he should be in high school, not applying for a bar job!

“Really? Uh. . .thank you” Yongguk adjusted the oversized green khaki cardigan, tugging it up onto his shoulder again. “Are you ready to go get a coffee now? I hope I didn’t make you wait too long”

Sizing the younger male top to bottom, his dark orbs laid to rest upon Jiwoo’s features; his own expression not quite bored but rather uninterested, under stimulated. “I don’t see anything wrong with your hands. If you need help, I can hold your bags. If you want me to touch you, be upfront about it and just say so. Asking me to get your keys is simply weird, even for an innuendo.”

GaIn knew her girlfriend wasn’t especially fond of holidays. In all truth, though, neither was GaIn. They seemed so... cliche. So forced. The family based ones were the worst, though. Her family had all but pushed her away when they found out she wasn’t their heterosexual little princess. In fact, the first time she insisted on wearing a suit rather than a dress to an event, her mother had lashed out at her quite aggressively.  But Valentine’s Day was not a family holiday. It was a holiday for people you loved. And GaIn... she was absolutely, completely, in love. So she’d asked Ronnie to come over, to dress nice. It wouldn’t be anything too extravagant, but it was nice to have an excuse to dress up, right? This time, GaIn wore a dress as well. Usually she preferred a nice, pressed, tux... but she felt pretty today. Feminine. So a nice red dress would work, instead. She made her way to Ronnie’s, a bouquet of flowers in hand. She wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality in any way, but on the short walk from her car to Ronnie’s door she felt a little self conscious with so many people giving her odd looks. Or, at least, it seemed that they were giving her odd looks... “Traditionally, don’t the men give flowers, not the women?” an older woman said, giving a soft laugh. GaIn could have pretended that some guy had given them to her and that she was just taking them home, but what was the point? For one, people knew she didn’t live here. For another, she had immediately thought of a reply to the woman’s question, “Well, my date and I aren’t exactly traditional.” She smiled. Leave it at that. In fact, something about saying that gave her a small boost of confidence. Let people stare at her, think her odd for approaching another girl with flowers. It was none of their damned business, anyway. They could be as close minded as they wanted, but GaIn would fight them with everything she had if they tried keep her away from the girl she loved. When Ronnie opened the door, GaIn immediately greeted her with a kiss, “Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, beautiful~” She smiled. Then, finally, she offered the flowers she’d been holding, “I was gonna skip out on these but... I couldn’t help myself, ya know?” That wasn’t really the important part, though. There were a couple things more important than just a bundle of flowers. Like the silver and white sapphire necklace she gave to Ronnie by asking her to close her eyes then gently putting it on her, clasping it at the back. It was nothing much considering GaIn’s measly salary, but it was pretty and it suited her girlfriend well. The most important part was what came next, though.A pair of rings, one for each of them. Each side had half of a little diamond heart on it so that, when put together, they formed a full heart, “It’s kinda cheesy, right?” GaIn asked shyly as Ronnie opened the small ring box containing her ring. GaIn was already wearing her own and she lifted her hand to show it to her girlfriend, “But I thought that they were cute.” One more kiss, this one softer, sweeter than the last, “I love you so much, Ronnie. And I just wanted you to have a little reminder of that with you.”  “Now that these little things are out of the way, we have reservations to get to. At first I thought it might be better to just stay in because people are probably going to look at us weird but... I saw these two girls eating together the other day, completely open about the fact that they were a couple. If we’re together, we’re always gonna have people challenging our relationship, saying it’s wrong. I don’t want to give in under that pressure and feel like we have to keep our relationship out of the public eye, ya know? So, if you’re comfortable with it, we’ll go out to dinner and be as gay together as we wanna be~”