ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱᴇꜱ 🖌 ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

S I X

It was 8 at night, Yunho was getting ready to go to the convenience store, a mask and cap in his bag in case he sees anyone from school. He stepped out the house and into the city, the atmosphere busy and loud. Yunho opened the door to the convenience store and walked to the lost and found box, rummaging through all the dirty scrunchies and old Nokia phones, tears welling up in his eyes as he couldn't find the IPod. After searching every nook and cranny of the box, he gave up feeling defeated. The only memory of his friend gone, probably in the sticky hands of a 7 year old.

Yunho decided to go buy some ice cream to try to cheer himself up. As he walked to the ice cream fridge, he saw her. Y/N was standing by the fridge, on her tiptoes trying to reach the salted caramel ice cream with his IPod in her pocket. Yunho put on his mask and cap and went up to her.

"Uhh, excuse me?" He asked nervously.

"Hm?.. Oh you again! Could you help me get the ice cream.. again?" It was the first time he saw Y/N smile at him without planning to humiliate him,  it made his heart flutter.

"U-uhh yeah sure," He grabbed the pint and handed it to her, "Um by the way, could I have my IPod back?" He gestured to her pocket.

"Oh yeah, I was keeping it safe." She took out the IPod and handed it to him, "By the way, nice music taste."

"You like Fujii Kaze too?" He asked in disbelief, "What's your favourite?"

"Tabiji, what about you?" She replied with gleam in her eyes, all of this was unfamiliar to Yunho, making him feel things he never felt before.

"Oh uhh, Kirari. Kind of basic I know-"

"Oh I love that song! What's your name?" Y/N switched the topic.

"My name? Oh uhh.." He tried to come up with a fake name, "Uhh I'm Hyunso, Jeong Hyunso."

"I'm L/N Y/N," She held up a hand for him to shake, slowly putting his hand up and shaking it. She looked up and smiled, but then it suddenly dropped.

"Uh how old are you?" She asked, a tiny hint of fear in her voice.

"16, you?" Yunho replied.

"Oh me too, thank god. I thought you're old."

"Excuse me?" Yunho became slightly offended.

"You know, cause you're like, really tall." Y/N tried to tiptoe to his height, but only made it up to his chin. He backed away a bit so she doesn't see his face.

Yunho scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Oh yeah, I guess so."

There was an awkward silence between them, neither of them knowing what to say. Yunho looked around the store, trying to find something to talk about. He then looked at the tub of ice cream in Y/N's hand.

"Do you eat this much everyday?" He pointed to the ice cream. Realising how insulting that sounded, he apologized. "W-wait no I didn't mean it like tha-"

"It's okay," She chuckled, "It's for my parents." 

He noticed how her hands were struggling to hold the ice cream due to it being freezing, he took it out of her hands, their fingers brushing together which made Y/N's cheeks a dusty pink. She looked up confused.

"Oh uhh, your hands looked cold so.." He grabbed a shopping basket, put the ice cream in and handed it to her.

"Thanks," She took the basket, "Wanna come with me?"

"Where?"

"I'm buying stuff for my parents anniversary, wanna help me?"

"S-sure."

And with that, Y/N and 'Hyunso' went to go buy different snacks and drinks for her parents, debating with each other which one will taste the best. As time goes on, they start to open up to each other more and more as they bond over their similar music taste and snack choices. They eventually decided on a set choice of snacks and drinks, along with the ice cream and a bouquet of flowers. Yunho opened the door for her when they exited the store.

"You should probably go home now, the ice cream's going to melt" Yunho said, breathing in the crisp autumn air.

"Yeah I should, see you around?" Y/N held up a fist.

He bumped his fist with hers shyly, "Yeah, see you." 

They awkwardly held eye contact for a minute until they both went their separate ways, each of them replaying the moment in their mind. As soon as Y/N was out of his sight, Yunho rushed to the nearest bench at a bus stop and took several deep breaths, not believing the encounter he just had has happened, his head tilting back in relief as she didn't recognize him. As he took off his mask and cap, his heartbeat started to slow down, his breathing became more steady. The bus shortly arrived and he thought to himself, "Might as well explore the city a bit." and hopped onto the train.

Once he was on and holding onto the bus strap, he immediately noticed a familiar figure. It was Wooyoung, with his hands wrapped around a girl's waist, but it wasn't Y/N, like what he was used to seeing, it was a new girl. He went closer to figure out who it is and it clicked. It was Wonyoung, she was one of the 'wannabe popular' girls ever since she transferred to his school. It was like they were magnetically glued to each other, his hands at her waist and hers on his arms, smiling and looking into each others' eyes as if they're the most important person in their life. Yunho went a bit closer to listen to their conversation.

"Wow your arms are so big, you must work out a lot huh?" She smiled, caressing his arms with elegance.

"Not really, I just beat up a lot of people." He bragged, flexing his arms slightly, making his veins pop out.

"Hm really? I don't think I believe you." She replied smugly.

"Do you want me to beat someone up then?"

"Only if I get to record." Wooyoung giggled at her request until he noticed the familiar figure in the distance.

"You."

Wooyoung pushed past the people in the busy bus and grabbed Yunho by the collar, making everyone in the bus gasp, some of them getting their phones out to record. Yunho glanced at all the phones on him, knowing they were trying to help but it made him feel so weak. Like he was an encaged animal in a zoo.

"I warned you once, don't ogle at what's mine."