snowflake ☆ k.dy ☆ ayakashi series | ✔

doyoung [seven]

That night you were sat on your couch, leg bouncing up and down as you restlessly awaited the telltale knock at your door. Doyoung was picking you up for your date tonight. Just the idea made your chest feel all funny, and you desperately tried to quell the nerves rising up through your body. Taeyong was napping in your bedroom, leaving you all alone in your silent living room with your thoughts.

Two sharp knocks at your front door came at six twenty-nine, echoing through your dead quiet apartment. You shot to your feet, nearly stumbling over them in your rush to answer the door. When you finally wrapped your hand around the handle, you stopped to take a deep breath before opening it.

On the other side was, in fact, Kim Doyoung. He was dressed much more casually than you had ever seen him. No suit, just a pair of jeans, hoodie, and thick parka. It seemed as though he was freshly out of the shower, hair looking fluffier and much less styled than every previous time you'd met, entirely covering his forehead now. But his gaze was still piercing and his brows furrowed ever so slightly as he looked down at you.

"You're staring."

"Sorry," you mumbled, stepping out into the hallway.

After locking up behind you, you began leading the way out of your building.

"So, it was weird that we ended up in the same place again, huh?" You commented.

"Yes, it was," he agreed, remaining a polite distance from you on the sidewalks. "We had a business brunch."

"On a Saturday?" You wrinkled your nose at the idea. "That should be illegal."

"It was the only time those investors were going to be in town."

"I see. My friends and I were there, you know, getting brunch to hang out, like normal people, not for work."

"Implying that I am not a normal person."

"How perceptive of you, Doyoung."

"Yes, I'm known for my intellect."

Deciding that this was another one of his dry jokes, you chuckled, tucking your hands into your jacket pocket to protect them against the chilly air.

"So where are we going that you had to specify for me to dress warmly in the middle of winter?"

Doyoung looked at you from the corner of his eye as he answered bluntly, "Snowy Peaks Ice Rink."

"Isn't that a bit on the nose?"

"Would you rather we do something else?"

"No, no, I don't mind," you rushed to assure him. "Just kind of funny. The snow spirit wants to go ice skating."

"Have you been before?"

"A few times, yeah. I'm not terrible at it," you answered truthfully. Your tone then turned teasing, "Why? Were you hoping for this to be a romantic ploy for me to hold your hand as to not fall on my face?"

"No," he shook his head, the tug of the corner of his mouth betraying his appreciation of your humor. "Just making conversation, asking questions, as one should on a date."

"Sounds like you really studied up for this, huh?"

"Are you insinuating that I've been on so few dates in my life that I'd have to study for one?"

You snickered, "Maybe."

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At the ice rink, you were sitting on one of the benches, lacing up your skates. You pulled the laces as tight as you could, the skin of your fingers rubbing harshly against the worn threads. Looping the long laces around the back of your skate then to the front, you finally tied it with a double knot. When you stood, your ankles didn't wobble in the slightest. Good, they were tight enough.