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Chapter 10
Photograph : Cherries of The Wild

  
      Perhaps, it was the songs that kept him awake at night, or maybe the works that were piling up out of hundreds of requests.

But Cale knows it himself that that is not the case. It could've been ignorance of one's schedule or the diligence of answering responses to his clients but none it were those. Instead, he was staring at his phone with his message bubble on the screen, a chatroom for two.

    The redhead held obvious expectancy of whoever he was texting, his fingers twitches every now and then as he waited before a ding sounds from its speakers. Cale's eyes lit up at the sight of Kim Rok Soo's message.

[ K.Roksu: why are you still up rn? ]

    And oh, won't you look at that? Cale's eyes were full with comical tears as his blush hardens to a brighter hue. Was Rok Soo worried for him? That was cute. And it surely does not help his falling arse. 

[ Me: setting up a schedule for my clients.
  It seems that there are going to be lots
  of celebratory events to happen. ]

[ K.Roksu: oh. ]

[ K.Roksu: so, are you going to be
  busy the whole week? ]

[ Me: TWFS but I would be
  free at Thursday. Why? ]

    Well, he really is free at that day. It's usually his break between 4 jobs and photoshoots. Sometimes, clients can also be a bit demanding with their own style too, so it usually takes hours to do their requests one by one.

[ K.Roksu: ... hm. ]

[ Me: eh? ]

    "What's wrong?" Cale mumbles to himself as he stares at the reply that was oddly sent by the longest minute. Did Kim Rok Soo perhaps want something? Was he shy? Cale flutters an eyelid, no, that can't be it. Although he was surely that when he was four or five, it can't be the same as of now.

[ K.Roksu: actually.. would u mind if I were to take you out on a date? ]

Thud!

        What.

    Cale blinked as the smile on his lips became rigid. What.

What the fuck. The redhead felt himself bust like a star, a meteorite ready to destroy one piece of land. That was the most blunted way to ask him out. What the fuck. No. What the fuck. What the fuck. Absolutely baffling, what.

    A ding snaps him out his reverie as he quickly picked up his fallen phone and checked the message, nervousness piling on his skin.

[ K.Roksu: it's alright if you don't want to? ]

    Oh fuck. He took way too long to respond. Cale quickly moved his thumb like he was about to beat sonic in a racing match.

[ Me: oh, no no. I was just thinking about it AHA. Ykownow ]

[ K.Roksu: ah, I see. so, is it a yes? ]

    Cale slumped on his desk, with or without the feeling of exhilaration. His feet jumps, frantic and anxious. Perhaps he can say yes? And if Kim Rok Soo was actually just pertaining to a friendly hang out? Well, as usual, he'll just jump from the bell tower. That isn't too shallow for his leftover dignity, is it?

[ Me: yup. uuh. what brought this on anyway? ]

[ K.Roksu: you. getting to know you. obviously. ]