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another anon just sent an ask and now i feel bad for asking for requests at midnight, stick around till tomorrow to see if i get the chance to draw lmao
His pace seemed to falter a tad and his lips pursed in thought. A deep dimple greeted you as his soft cheek pursed in thought.
His profile seemed so noble and mature, a slanted nose, sharp eyes,,, but his cheeks seemed so childlike.
“Sorry,” you excused, “Do you perhaps know Rigattoni’s?”
It was a well-known Italian restaurant a few blocks from campus.
“I’ve heard of it-”
His smile seemed weaker now, his eyes didn’t twinkle or scrunch cutely as before.
The walk was quieter than you had expected. His previous excitement had seemed to dull- Perhaps he’d been really excited for Pho...
You’d now been regretting your decision of being a diva- You should have just gone along with his flow...
“So... What’s your major?”
“Computer science-”
You gave a small nod of your head. Perhaps then you’d never seen him before due to him being a STEM major... As you were Humanities- The campus divided into sections to accommodate each discipline.
“And you?”
“I’m Linguistics.”
“Hi, Linguistics, nice to meet you, I’m Jaehyun-”
You laughed at his terrible joke for a moment, his chuckle contagious, but cocked your head to the side... Jaehyun?
“Jaehyun?”
His expression seemed stoic for a moment before he let out a small hum.
Covering up his fault his brows were expressive.
“I go by a lot of things.”
Everything about him was totally flirtatious. He hadn't seemed the type to be so direct before, but now it felt so obvious.
Entering the restaurant, he held the door for you- You felt suddenly so small compared to him...
“Two?” a bustling waiter asked promptly.
With a soft nod, you glanced at the boy behind you. His hand fell to the small of your back to usher you forward as the waiter had already began his stride, beckoning the two of you to follow.
Sliding into the booth opposite each other, you used a hand to calm any stray hairs, paranoid.
“It’s your first time here, right?” you began, “I guess since you’re a freshman you haven’t had much opportunity to explore the area-”
His eyes were scouring the menu as he hummed along.
“How is it? Transitioning from high school to university?”
Perhaps you were asking too many questions, but you wanted to keep him entertained and interested.
A low chuckle sounded from across from you, as he pushed the menu aside.
“I did my military service early-”
“Ah- Then...”
“I’m a freshman, but I was born in ‘97,” he mused, “I’ve been out of high school for a while.”
Your expression of embarrassment must have amused him because his own expression was teasing as he leant on the table.
“Did you really think-”
“Sorry,” you blurted, “I just assumed.”
“When were you born?”
“Huh?”
“What year?”
“Oh... Well... You’re older than me,” you admitted awkwardly, not wanting be teased by revealing your age.
“Can I get you started off with some drinks?”
“I’ll have a lemonade-”
“I’ll have what she’s having.”
Once the waiter rushed away he gave you a knowing glance, “Such a child,” he teased gently.
“Well- You got it too-! Besides, I’m still you’re senior- In school that is.”
“Should I call you sunbae* then?” [ * someone who is a superior or more experienced in a field, usually they’re older as well, but not always.]
You face must have been hot to the touch, as you took his snide teases. He was having fun with you, enjoying how reactive and easy to read you were.
“Do you live alone?” he interjected, as the waiter brought your drinks.
“Yeah... And you?”
“Me too-”
“Have you decided upon-”
Yoonoh gave the waiter a curt glance, his expression solidifying at being interrupted.
“Carbonare risotto,” you shot, missing the confrontation.
“Marsala.”
Once the waiter jotted down his notes and scampered away, you met Yoonoh’s gaze once more.
“Doesn’t it get lonely?”
“Occasionally... But it’s nice to have my own space. How about you?”
“It’s lonely,” he admitted, stirring his lemonade with the black straw idly.
“No pets?”
“No pets,” he chuckled back, “But I’d like to get one.”
“Like what?” you asked, interested, “It’d be a bit hard to take care of with studies and all...”
“They are quite needy,” he hummed, “I’m still deciding.”
It was quiet for a moment as you took a sip of your drink.
“Perhaps when I get one you can meet them-”
“I love animals,” you gushed before grinning.
He shared your grin, his mind concocting a twisted plan.
“In that case,” he began, “I guess I should have your phone number.”
“I guess so,” you hummed, attempting to sound nonchalant as you wiped the sweat of your palms upon your jeans beneath the table.
It had been two weeks since your lunch with the mysterious Yoonoh.
You became friends, at least you hoped so, laughing and poking fun at each other gently... After, he’d walked you to the building of your next class, claiming he was going to do a little research at the library.
After swapping numbers as well, the two of you had been chatting continuously. Topics ranged from him complaining about the weather, to you asking if he’d want to meet up for lunch again since you felt lonely during your break.
He’d met you but whined he didn’t have time for lunch, since his class was quite far and there wasn’t much time. It was that day that he’d placed his hand atop your head, giving a light pat of apology.
“How about bubble tea instead?”
If it meant spending time with him, you were happy either way.
“You know what?”
“What?”
You giggled to yourself at his confused expression.
“Yoonoh what-”
He gave a fake chuckle as he nudged you.
“I was going to treat you, but I don’t know about now-”
“Treat me!” you giggled.
His ears seemed to tinge pink at your words and eagerness- And he laughed to himself gently at the irony.
“Taro, caramel, or black sugar...?”
You tapped your finger upon your cheek idly, staring at the menu before you. The soft lull of music and clicking of steamers clicking gently behind the counter.
“Black sugar,” he hummed.
“Black sugar and caramel- Regular size,” you ordered.
To Yoonoh’s astonishment, you handed over your card causing him to stick to your side immediately.
“Why’d you do that? I said I would-”
“You treated me last time,” you reminded, “I was just teasing earlier.”
His expression seemed torn, his brows knit together.
“No- I’m older; I should be the one to-”
“It’s fine,” you chuckled, your hand unconsciously falling to his arm in reassurance.
“No; don’t do that again.”
You weren’t sure whether to repeat yourself-
Was he truly upset about it? You may have bypassed a cultural norm, but he lived the States for part of his childhood, surely he understood you were only-
He seemed upset... Maybe you’d hurt his pride.
“Sorry,” you muttered.
Once your drinks had come out, he took them before you even had the reflex to reach out.
He led you to a table in the corner, near a window.
“I’m sorry,” you repeated, “I didn’t mean it in any-”
“I know,” he sighed to himself.
You couldn’t help but feel you’d ruined the mood a tad... As he was now on his phone.
You took a sip of your drink, gazing out the window. Ack... Too sweet.
“You don’t like it?”
His serious expression was gone, one of concern replacing it.
“It’s kind of sweet-”
“Let me try-”
He let his phone screen tip forward as he leant forward, taking a sip from your straw. He made a face, leaning back, before swapping your drinks.
“N-No! You don’t need to-”
You knew already it would be a losing battle to chide him... He enjoyed taking care of you it seemed, to a serious extent.
Casting your gaze downward for feeling guilty about being spoiled, you caught sight of his phone.
“Dog Training 101?”
He nodded with a meek grin on his handsome face. He shook the hair out of his eyes like he always seemed to do-
“So, a dog?”
“I’m still deciding,” he commented, locking his phone and placing it aside, “I’m worried I wouldn’t be a good at disciplining... But I don’t want them to act out and be a brat.”
“There are dogs already trained, aren’t there?”
“Maybe potty trained,” he mused, propping his chin upon his palm.
“I don’t think you’d have a problem teaching them,” you assured, hoping to ease whatever anxiety about it he had.
“You think so?”
Humming along, you took a sip of the drink before you.
“It’s just... When you look in their eyes and they’re begging you I can’t tell them no- Or when they do something bad... You can never stay mad at them for long.”
He sat back, raking a hand through his hair as he glanced out the window, his ears tinged pink again. You nearly choked on one of the pearls, coughing to yourself before clearing your throat.
“You sound so passionate,” you praised sweetly.
Something outside must have caught his eye because he was suddenly checking his phone.
“Damn,” he winced upon seeing the time.
“You have to go?”
You tried your best to hide the pout that wanted to form, blinking up at him as he stood.
His shoulders relaxed as he shoved his phone into his back pocket, reaching across the table to steal the drink you’d meekly been sipping upon.
“Hey!”
Satisfied after a long slurp he passed it back to you, slinging his bag over his shoulder before taking the sugary syrup of a drink from his side of the table.
He gave you a small grin and brief wave before hurrying from the shop.
Outside, the weather was turbulent, they say it’s because the winter is jealous of the spring and it’s beautiful flowers, that it blows cold spells to remind everyone of its’ presence.
A cold gust caused Yoonoh to shudder slightly as he hurried to his home, a modest six story complex with a few restaurants scattered upon the top and bottom floors.
He had a very important delivery due today.
Today was the day. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Time seemed to function slower in the classrooms than outside of them...
Stuffing your books into your bag after the last class of the day seemed to be the fasted you moved all day.
“So, who’s this cute guy I’ve been hearing about?”
“Cute guy?”
You looked at your friend in bewilderment as she tucked her phone into her tote.
“Yeah- Irene said she saw you earlier today walking off campus with some guy- And that he was cute,” she added, wiggling her brows.
“Yeah, he’s just a friend I-”
“Friend?”
“Well,” you teased, “Who knows-”
She bubbled in excitement, prying to know more details.
“I like him,” you admitted, “Maybe he kind of likes me too-” you hoped, “But with my luck he probably just see’s me as a friend...”
“Don’t think like that,” she reprimanded, looping her arm with your own as she lowered her voice, coming closer, “Make some moves-”
“I-I will,” you whined, “When the time is right.”
Just then your phone beeped.
“Wait for me, I have to pee,” your friend called, scurrying into the bathroom.
You leaned against the wall of the hall, unlocking your phone to see it was a message from the very boy you’d been speaking of.
He’d texted you... An address?!
You were freaking out, what did this mean?! Was it his...?
A follow-up message arrived, ‘Come here’.
“Shit, there’s too many people in there,” your friend cursed, reemerging.
Should you tell her? You still weren’t sure if it was his address or...?
She’d definitely jump to conclusions and assume it’s his... Followed by a log of suggestive nudging and talk- But he wasn’t like that! It’d be better not to tell her... You’d tell her later, after.
“Let’s go to the second floor bathroom,” she whined, interrupting your thoughts.
Mulling over all the possibilities, you followed her, nodding along to her idle chat.
“So, now what? Do you want to meet Irene- Oh! Should we eat out tonight?”
“I just remembered I have to get a book from the library and make some copies for the mentoring program tomorrow,” you lied, feeling your phone buzz once more.
“Aw... Then... Tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” you chirped as she flushed.
Checking your phone once more you saw you had a missed call from him and a few new messages.
‘I uh... kind of got a dog...’
What?! Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head...
Well, you’d already told your lie, so it was too late to take it back without suspicion arising.
‘For real?!’ you typed back hastily, ‘You couldn’t wait?!’
Once you’d parted ways, your step had a new skip to it. Energized to see not only the cute boy who’d wiggled his way into your daily life, but also his new furry companion.
Glancing down at the map app upon your phone, you assumed this was it.
He’d stopped replying to your texts awhile ago, since you’d said you were on your way- He was probably preoccupied with an energetic fur ball. The image your brain created was chaotic enough to be endearing.
The first floor was a bustling restaurant, though passing it you were greeted by an elevator.
The fourth floor.
The floor above it was another restaurant as well as a PC café. It was noisy, but in a comfortable sense.
Room 404.
It was at the end of the hall with a locked door beside it, you could only assume it was some sort of maintenance room.
Knocking upon his door, you gnawed your lip in excitement. Swiftly opening, you were greeted with his warm gaze. He opened the door wider for you to step in and you did so unconsciously, glancing at the ground in confusion as to where the fur ball was.
A/N: Had to do it- TW; If you’re sensitive to themes of kidnapping.
“Where is he?” you chuckled, scouring the floor, “She?”
The door was quick to shut behind you. You barely registered the sound of the lock clicking into place before you were pulled into a headlock. Your feet trailed upon the ground as he drug you from the door. Late, your reaction kicked in, your arms going up to grab at the arm that wound itself around your neck. You let out a holler before a cloth of some kind was placed over your nose. His hand was big enough to cover both your nose and mouth and his strength strong enough to pull you to a nearby wall, forcing your front against it. Desperately, you kicked at his legs that were behind you, your nails digging into the fabric of his hoodie. The cloth was damp with a putrid stench, yet your nostrils flared against it as you used your energy to struggle.
You would have reached behind you to grab his hair or scratch his face, if not for his arm around your neck tightening, causing you to choke and sputter for a few moments.
Your limbs felt heavy, your lids heavy, the way his body seemed to loosen around you lulling you into a sense of false security as you drifted off.
A/N: At least you got to have more normal moments with him and be free for 2 weeks longer- So I guess this is the best possible route you could have chosen
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you literally killed me making that bkdk art to baby by clean bandit and marina. i'm dead. here is my funeral invitation. reason for death: seeing sheer beauty and perfection beamed straight into my soul.
in which eva is a disastrous bisexual, and vilde is the girl next door
[AO3!]
after that first meeting, eva starts to see vilde everywhere.
she’s outside the door in the morning when eva leaves her flat, she’s out on campus when eva’s just finished class, she’s at the club on friday night when eva just wanted to dance all her stupid infatuation away.
she’s at the coffee shop where even works, when all eva wanted to do was get her caffeine fix.
