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doyoung [four]

After your four run-ins with Kim Doyoung in the span of a week, you found your eyes instinctively looking for him everywhere you went. Every time you saw the back of someone's head that could've been him, your heart rate spiked a little bit, and every black SUV had the slightest possibility of being his.

After two weeks had passed without another glimpse of the snow spirit, you were in Lenticular Café, cheek in hand as you were slumped at a booth, still thinking about him. Why couldn't you get him out of your mind?

"What are you thinking about, little lady?" Johnny asked as he set a plate of food down in front of you and slid into the seat across the table.

Lenticular had been mostly put back together: the walls could do with some painting over in places, the floor all patched up, some chairs were missing, but it was useable. The café was empty at the moment though, it was just a few minutes to closing, and you originally came with the intention of just getting takeout for you and Taeyong. Apparently, Johnny had other ideas.

"Things," you retorted, stabbing a piece of food with the fork.

"Care to elaborate?"

"It's stupid."

"I live with Renjun, I like stupid."

You nearly choked on your food, covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed. Johnny's eyes crinkled as well, and you were disappointed that the Satori wasn't in the room, he surely would've had an amusing and stinging retort to that. After swallowing that bite, you took another, chewing on it as you thought of how to express yourself.

"What do you think about Oni?" You asked him, going with the secondary thing on your mind.

Johnny's eyebrows raised for a moment, "Why?"

"Why won't any of you just give me a straight answer? Taeyong says they're bad news, Sicheng hates them with every fiber of his being. But none of you will tell me why."

"It's better that you don't know, Y/N," your friend sighed.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "Oh yeah? Why?"

"I'm guessing you're asking around about Oni because of Kun. If you're interested in him, I'm not going to—"

"Like romantically?" You sputtered out. "No way, Johnny. Seriously, it's just been on my mind since he picked us up at the café that night."

"Oh, well, good. Just stay away from him, Y/N."

You weren't going to be getting anything out of him either, apparently. Quiet once more, you ate your dinner, thoughts returning to Doyoung. You wondered if you'd ever see him again.

"Still thinking about Oni?"

"No, something else," you muttered with a sigh.

"Want to talk about it?"

"It's... it's stupid, like I said."

"Oh this is the stupid part, awesome!"

You gave him a frank look before mumbling, "It's a guy..."

"Exciting."

"It's not even like I like him, I barely know him!" You rambled on, inhibitions finally dropping entirely. "We've run into each other a few times, and I just kept wanting to talk to him. And I don't know if I'm ever going to see him again, either."

"You don't have his number or anything? No way to contact him?"

As you went to shake your head, you suddenly remembered. The business card. Sure, Kun had given it to you with the intention that you call him, but Doyoung's number was on the front.

"I do, but he didn't give it to me, I got it accidentally. That'd be weird, right? I don't want to seem like a creep."

"Yeah, you'd probably seem like a creep," Johnny agreed, continuing to watch you eat. "You should make a plan, for if you ever run into him."

"A plan?"

"What you're going to say, how to ask for his number, whatever. So that you're not stuck like this again."

You opened your mouth to scoff at that, then closed it in a thoughtful frown, "That actually... makes sense. Thanks, Johnny."

"Like I said, Renjun's the stupid one," he smiled broadly at you, then leaned in towards you conspiratorially. "Just don't tell him I said that."

"Okay, so, a plan, just in case I run into him again..."

You took a few more bites of your food as you thought, Johnny remaining quiet too.

After a few minutes, you groaned and gave up, "I'm drawing a blank, Johnny. I don't even know where to start!"

"Well, what's your goal going to be? Acquiring his number in a normal way, or going straight for the date?"

"Uh, number."

"So you exchange your greetings, chat if you have time, then get his number."

"You make it sound so simple."

"That's because it is."

You stuck your tongue out at him, "You've had a hundred years to practice asking for people's numbers."

"Y/N, cell phones haven't been around for a hundred years," Johnny deadpanned.

"I genuinely hate you right now."

"So, you say hello, you chat for a second, then what if he says he has to go?"

"I say something like 'hey, I'd really like to talk some more, can I have your number before you go?'"

"That was perfect!" You friend cheered you on.

"I still feel like that was lame."

"Hey, most people like lame."

"Oh yeah?" You took a sip of your water. "Makes sense how I can stand you."

Johnny's jaw dropped in delighted offense before he chuckled, "Okay, okay. I'll take it. I proudly wear my label of 'lame' on my sleeve."

"I'll make you a shirt, then."