𝑶𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.
"So, I need you to do me a favour. How do I make her go out with me?"
"You want me to g...
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C H A P T E R T E N
On loving
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SOOBIN LEAVES THE cafeteria, and the first thing he does is pull his phone from his pocket and quite literally spam you with messages describing the strange meeting in a way that will not prove he kind of helped the man because he can't lie to save his life and hide just how jealous he is.
He keeps walking in the edge of the sidewalk, taking little to no space, and typing as hurriedly as he humanely can, well aware that he needs to use this spurge of courage to do so, before he backs down and hides it from you - hides it, until you ask him and he looks into your eyes and they're so round and they're glistening and you're smiling softly and he tells you because how can he hide anything from you?
As he types the last message, he turns off his phone and plops it into his pocket again, soon placing his hands in them too and toying with the Cinnamoroll keychain you had given him.
When he feels a hand in his shoulder, he jerks away and jumps, turning around as fast as he physically can, and, when he sees it's you, his eyes soften (he feels it, and is suddenly uncomfortably aware of the power you hold over him and that you must have noticed to) and he sighs.
"You won't believe what just happened to me, it was uncomfortable in so many different levels." He whines. "Where were you?"
You smile back at him, tilting your head, and resuming the pace he previously had. You nod your head his away, as a sign that you're listening to him, completely avoiding his question (thankfully, he doesn't notice, head still on the meeting).
"I sent you a message about it, in case you've read it already." He continues, hand leaving the keychain to push his hair back. "I can't even verbalise it. I'm just- it was too much."
You nod again. "I've read them!"
"At least I don't have to relive that experience." He shudders. A pout grows in his face, as he turns to look at you. "Seriously, where were you? How come you've appeared out of thin air just now?"
"Apartment." You answer briefly, pulling Soobin's arm to keep him waking, and praying that he forgets the second question because you weren't up to answering it. Honestly, telling him that you literally ran to the cafeteria to catch up with him after reading the messages because you wanted to clear things up after that fateful encounter would be pretty awkward for you.
"Where are we going?" He asks after some seconds, matching your speed.
The hand that had been grabbing his elbow weakens, and instead of pulling him, it just stays there, interlocking both of your arms lightly. Both of you are painfully aware of it, but neither move in an attempt to break the contact. Rather, you choose to answer him. "Somewhere with less people. We can talk about what happened there."
