romance is dead ❧ q.k | ✔

book one ❧ [vi]

After finishing your food up at the bakery, Kun walked you back to your apartment—you weren't sure if it was chivalry, a genuine concern for your wellbeing, or a combination of both—and now you were once again at your front door.

"Thank you again, Kun, for paying," you said, fishing your keys out from your backpack.

"I was happy to. Thank you for inviting me to come with you. I enjoyed our discussion a lot."

You focused your gaze on the keys in your hand. "Me too."

"Are you busy this weekend?"

"I'm hanging out with a couple friends tomorrow, but I don't think I've got anything going on Sunday. Why?"

"I want to keep spending time with you. As much as you'll let me, if that's okay."

"Oh, right." You could feel yourself warming up at his candidness. "Uhm, sure, we can do something on Sunday. Did you have anything in mind?"

Kun had almost a mischievous smile on his face. "Would you mind terribly if I surprised you?"

You sputtered out a laugh. "You're asking if you can surprise me?"

"Some people don't care for surprises. And I'm not telling you what it is, just that I would like to keep it a surprise, if that's alright with you."

"Yeah, Kun, you can surprise me. On one condition."

"Of course, anything."

"Bring me your favorite book you've read recently."

He tilted his head, brows furrowed in confusion. "Pardon me?"

"On Sunday, wherever we go, I want you to bring me your favorite book that you've read in the past..." you ruminated on how you wanted to quantify 'recent' for a vampire, and finally settled on, "...year. You're half a Lit major, so I'm assuming you own least one or two."

"Yeah, I think I might've read a couple here or there," he chuckled. "I will bring you one."

"Not just any one, your favorite, remember?"

"Of course."

Satisfied that he understood your request, you stuck your apartment key in your lock. "Goodnight, Kun."

"Goodnight, Y/N." The vampire once again took your free hand in his delicate, cool grasp, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the back of your fingers before letting it go.

You paused for just a moment, feeling as though you should say something. But there were no words that came to mind, so you instead unlocked your apartment and disappeared through the door with one last wave over your shoulder to him.

❧

"You're going on a date with him?" Kunhang scoffed in disbelief from the living room.

"Did you not just hear what I said?" You pushed his head as you walked by to take your seat on the floor around Sicheng and Ten's coffee table. "We're hanging out."

"Sounds like a bad idea..." Your friend muttered, grabbing his beer and taking a swig of it.

"Coming from the guy who suggested I try to get a car out of him."

"Yeah, a car. Not a date. No strings attached."

"You're insane," you rolled your eyes, trying to turn your focus to the phoenix on your left, who was shuffling the stack of cards.

You, Dejun, Kunhang, and Yangyang were over at Ten and Sicheng's place for a board game night, which of course couldn't pass by without a comment or two about your current love potion predicament. And when you had tried to fill Ten in on how your attempt to take his advice was going, your gryphon friend had to add in his two cents.

"Coming from the girl who is going on a date with someone who is high on love potion."

"I haven't had a lot of opportunities to talk to vampires that are hundreds of years old, excuse me for wanting to chat." You accepted your stack of cards from Sicheng gracefully, then turned back to glaring daggers at Kunhang. "It's not a date."

He was firm on his stance. "I'm telling you: This isn't a good idea."

"Why? Because I'm feeding into his delusion or something? He's going to be in love with me until the love potion wears off, whether I—"

"Because I think you're going to hurt yourself, Y/N. You're too soft for this. Being constantly wooed for who knows how long? You don't think that's going to do anything to you?" Kunhang sighed, grey eyes focused on you from across the table.

You held his gaze for a moment, eyes still narrowed at him. Then, you looked away, grabbing a handful of the snacks you'd just retrieved from the kitchen. "I know it's not real. Can we just start the fucking game? Or does everybody have an opinion on my life that they want to share?"

Ten, Sicheng, Dejun, and Yangyang all looked at each other, then simultaneously shook their heads. Ten went back to passing out the in-game currency to everyone, and you refused to look up at Kunhang despite the lingering feeling of his eyes on you.

❧

Later on, between the conclusion of the first game and the set-up of the next, you were laying on the ground in an attempt to realign your back that had been hurting from the unfortunate hunch that you'd been sitting with. A couple others had dispersed to do various tasks, while Dejun and Sicheng stuck behind in the living room to step up the next game. They were quietly conferring over the instructions as you readjusted the positioning of your shoulders, sighing as one specific part of your back relaxed into a gentle cracking sound.

"Y/N," Dejun got your attention.

"Hm?" You replied, too comfortable now to get up all the way yet.

"He means well."

"...Bluebeard?" You asked in confusion, referencing the next game you were about to play, a board-gamified version of the Bluebeard's Castle fairytale.

"No, Kunhang," the dragon clarified. "He has every right to be a little worried about you hanging out with Kun tomorrow."

You sighed again. "I know. I'm going to apologize to him. I just... need to be mad tonight. If I try to apologize today, I'm going to get pissed again and the wrong thing will come out and I'll just make it worse. We've been friends for a few years now, we both need to sleep it off before either of us try to apologize."

"So... are you still going to see Kun tomorrow?" It was Sicheng that asked you that.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you thought about it. Maybe the smart thing would be to cancel. But you'd already asked him to bring you a book, and you were sure he'd been carefully contemplating that request ever since. Not to mention that you were excited to see him, actually. He was interesting to talk to. You'd met lots of magical creatures, all the ones that you were currently with for starters, but there was something both simultaneously refreshing and homey about talking to Kun, finding out more about him.

"Yeah, I am," you declared, though you'd known that there was no changing your mind about it. "Don't worry, guys. Like I said, I know it's not real. To me, we're just two buds hanging out. Promise."