romance is dead ❧ q.k | ✔

book one ❧ [v]

After your last class of the day, you stopped at the top of the stairs of the Math and Computer Sciences building. If Kun didn't mysteriously show up now, you figured you could easily get his number from Kunhang or Yangyang—though that would be inviting a whole slew of other issues.

But you didn't have to worry about that. Just as you thought, you spotted Kun approaching from the direction of the Literature, Writing, and History building. To be absolutely certain, you waved at him, and he lifted a hand back, putting on a slight burst of speed. You walked down the steps to meet him at the bottom.

"Hello, Y/N," he greeted you as he finally stopped in front of you.

"Hi, Kun," you offered him a smile. "How are you?"

"I'm well, thank you. How are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good."

"Did you just finish class?"

"Yeah, Number Theory. What about you?"

"Contemporary Creative Non-Fiction. Are you a mathematics major?"

You nodded. "Unfortunately. Thinking about switching. Though my mom might kill me if I do, that'd be the third time in two years."

"Do you not like math?"

"I like it just fine, I'm being dramatic with the 'unfortunately' part. I just don't know if I like it enough to do it for the rest of my life," you shrugged.

Kun smiled at that. "Well, take it from me. You never have to do one thing for the rest of your life. However long that may be."

You cocked your head at that. There were more questions you wanted to ask him. He was several hundred years old, and going to college, very possibly not for the first time. He'd most certainly studied and done and seen other stuff, and you wanted to hear about it. Ten's suggestion came to mind. An opportunity for a genuine connection.

"Do you eat food, Kun?" You asked.

"Yes, sometimes. I don't need it to live like you, but I do enjoy it on occasion."

"I was about to go to this bakery that I really like. Do you want to come?"

"I would love nothing more," he answered simply, and you could hear his earnest sincerity in his words.

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Kun held the door to Half Moon Bakery open for you, and you thanked him quietly as you stepped through. The warm, sweet smells immediately wafted to your nose as you walked in. A couple of customers were sitting at the small tables they had, but your eyes were on the display cases filled with loaves of bread, muffins, and baked sweet treats.

"Oh hi Y/N!" The familiar cashier behind the counter greeted you brightly, his eyes turning into crescents with his smile.

"Hey, Jeno. How are you?" You pulled your gaze from the food to beam back at him.

"I'm great! Ooh, we've got a new limited-edition brownie, it's got mini peanut butter cups and swirls of peanut butter!" The werewolf informed you excitedly, and you could practically imagine a tail wagging back and forth behind him.

"Was that your idea?" You asked knowingly.

"I might have suggested something..."

"Of course you did." You chuckled. "It sounds good, but I'm just going to get a—"

"A matcha cream-filled croissant. I know." Jeno finished your usual order knowingly. He then looked to Kun curiously, "And what about you?"