snowflake ☆ k.dy ☆ ayakashi series | ✔

doyoung [eight]

A few days later, and you were between classes, texting Doyoung.

[you: hey, just wanted to check in and see if you know the next time you've got time off?]

You were prepared to put your phone away and wait for a while, fully accepting your anxious fate. Instead, he texted back almost immediately.

[doyoung: I'll have Friday night after 8:00 off and Saturday evening after 5:30 as well.]

[doyoung: Which one works best for you?]

Momentarily checking your phone calendar to make sure you didn't have anything that had been planned months in advance and you'd forgotten about, you saw that you were free at those times.

[you: both work for me, actually]

[doyoung: Then let's do both.]

Your heartrate spiked at this, happy nerves worming their way under your skin.

[you: okay!]

[doyoung: Would you like to go to dinner on Saturday? A nicer establishment ideally?]

[you: i'd love to]

[you: we can do your fancy dinner saturday, but i claim friday]

[doyoung: What are we going to do then?]

[you: night market by dandelion. street food and buskings]

[doyoung: I'll pick you up again. We don't want a repeat of the last time you were on a street by yourself at night.]

[you: sounds like a plan]

[you: and how nice is the nice establishment for saturday? i need to know if i have to get something to wear]

[doyoung: I'll be wearing something nicer than my work suit but not my nicest suit, for reference.]

[you: sounds like i'll have to get something then. i'll ask jaemin to help me]

[doyoung: I can change the venue if this is an inconvenience for you.]

[you: it's fine, i've been meaning to get something nice before my cousin's wedding in a couple months anyway]

[doyoung: Are you sure?]

[you: yeah, of course]

[doyoung: Very well, I will see you Friday then.]

[you: see you!]

☆

"I still can't believe you're dating Kim Doyoung," Jaemin shook his head as he rifled through a rack of clothes. "I really thought he was a robot that Mr. Qian created with his vast wealth."

The two of you were out shopping in preparation for your fancy dinner with Doyoung on Saturday. And Jaemin was of course talking about your date.

"We're not dating, Jaemin, we've been on a date," you corrected him with a scoff.

"Tomato, to-mah-to," he waved off your retort, then grabbed a hanger. "Hm?"

"Sure, I like it."

Having gotten the article approved by you, he draped it across his arm before turning his scrutinizing eye back to the rest of the store.

"This is going to sound bitchy and judgmental but I genuinely want to understand: what do you like about him? Like I said, he's cold and robotic, and I'm honestly just having a hard time picturing the two of you together. You're all... warm and squish."

"What is squish, exactly?"

"You know, you actually emote like a human being, and human beings are objectively very squishy."

"I'll take that as a compliment," you said, very accustomed to your friend's manner of seeing the world. "And to answer your question, he has this dry sense of humor and it's just easy for us to banter back and forth. He's very considerate, too. I don't know that much about him; we've only gone on one date."

"You are very witty," he agreed as he grabbed another hanger. "Hm?"

You wrinkled your nose at the print, "No."

"Anyway, give me the date play-by-play."

"I already did."

"You gave me the cliffnotes, I want the full text thanks."

"Funny, considering you only ever used cliffnotes in high school."

"Top ten percent."

"And yet I was still five places higher than you in class rank."

"Nice try, I know you're stalling, and I will not be provoked further. Talk, Y/N."

With a roll of your eyes, you went back to the very beginning, "Well, he picked me up right on time, and he looked completely different than normal. His hair wasn't styled back off his forehead, and he was in some jeans and—"

"Really?" Jaemin's eyes were wide as he cut you off. "I thought his suit was part of his skin."

You looked at him with a pointed eyebrow raised, and he gestured for you to continue.

"He was in jeans and this uh, white hoodie, it was very cute," your voice got quiet and words more rushed as you got to the end of your sentence, averting your eyes to the clothes around you.

"Ooh!" Your friend bumped your shoulder with his playfully. "Y/N's got a cruuush!"

"I literally went on a date with him?"

"Yeah, and now you've got a crush on him."

"Are we thirteen again?"

"No, if we were we'd both have approximately a million pimples."

You clicked your tongue on your teeth, "Shit, you're right. You've only got two."

"Where?" His eyes widened with alarm.

"NaNa," you snickered. "I was kidding."

The fear dropped and was replaced by a glare, "You're evil, you know that?"

You stuck your tongue out at him.

"Anyway, continue!"