She had never been prepared for dating. Talking to Yoosung for the past few days had been incredibly fun, and lighthearted, but … actually meeting him? Yerin had barely been able to speak properly in the beginning, too many words pushing at each other to spill first. Even picturing him right now has Yerin wanting to bury her face into her pillow all over again, but instead, she has to settle for awkwardly clutching at her purse. Out in public and waiting by the stores, she’s far from her sanctuary of home where she can squeak her feelings into the linen.
… she really does wish she lived closer, though. Though nowhere near late, Yerin had rushed to reach the meeting spot, and the cheap heels she had bought two years ago in Akiba broke when she stepped down from the curb. Uneven shoes hardly say romantic date, but, she doesn’t want to miss Yoosung by trying to buy a new pair. Besides, she doesn’t really have the funds for another pair of shoes, and she has plenty of durable sneakers at home. Sighing at her own unfortunate attire, Yerin doesn’t notice her phone buzzing in her purse with Yoosung’s texts … but a mental note of him taking quite a while passes a few minutes later. It doesn’t matter, though. When he arrives, she’s immediately overwhelmed with that rush of feelings from the party all over again . . . and the flowers certainly don’t help.
❝ Oh no, it’s fine ! ❞ her answer’s almost too enthusiastic, a little loud, and in her excitement, she forgets the state of her shoes. ❝ You didn’t have t– ❞ she starts, stepping forward as she does, but when her broken left heel causes her to lose balance, she ends up seizing his arm. Yerin’s internally screaming, she releases him and stumbles back and promptly out of her shoes. Beautiful. ❝ Uhm, they’re so pretty , ❞ she continues, hastily stepping back into her wreck of footwear, fighting to keep the conversation going despite the Gods of Fate clearly having a field day here. ❝ And you look really nice, too, Yoosung. ❞ … like he hurried to see her, and she likes that.
Yoosung had been popular in middle school and high school, but he’d been so dedicated to his school work that he’d actually rejected the girls that had been brave enough to ask him out... he had regretted that in his university life, where no girls would so much as give him the time of day. It wasn’t so serious but... when Rika died he became so lonely, and he craved companionship more than he ever had. School was put on the back burner and his gaming addiction became the only thing to distract him from how alone he constantly felt... which is why he was so fortunate to meet Yerin in the chat room. She really did save him from self-destruction. But that also meant that he had no idea how to take a girl out, or where he was allowed to touch or kiss, or what he could say... it was easy in chat form, he could be as cheesy as he wanted, but he froze up when he could see her face.
She’s so pretty... he can’t help but think to himself as he combs hair out of his face in order to see her properly. His eye is no longer bandaged, but he can’t see properly out of it, and he tries not to be self-conscious of the dull hue it has. He doesn’t mean to stare at her, but the rush of feelings he has when he lays eyes on her leaves him breathless for a moment, and he can’t think of a thing to say until she’s literally falling on top of him.
“Careful --” He catches her, worried about her being injured but also silently taking in the smell of her shampoo -- she was so close. “Are your shoes okay?” Once he’s composed himself and made sure she’s standing again he looks at the culprit of her slip. “Oh no... you’re going to hurt yourself with broken shoes like that -- uhm... do you want to wear mine? We can go find some glue and fix your shoes, but you can wear mine until we do so you don’t injure your feet.” In his worry he’d completely forgotten about the flowers he got her, and when she mentions it he grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “y - yeah, uh... I was hoping you’d like them...” He offers them to her and glances away at her compliment, face beet red, “thank... you.”
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