Hacker || Mystic Messenger One-Shots

The Girl in the Park | Yoosung

The young boy's face was ever-changing, walking through the thick piles of leaves at his feet. School had brung down his once happy spirt in the somewhat bitterness of the morning. The sweet smell of fresh coffee and strawberry icing from the donuts that we scattered in the hands of the citizens filled his nose and clouded his mind with sweet thoughts.

He had already endured two classes, nearly tripping over a small trashcan's plastic covering in the busy hallway, due to his eyes being half open. For most, this was still the start of the day, the sunshine of the morning. For him, it was merely a break from note taking and utter boredom.

He would so this often, walk along the city sidewalks and streets. He was lucky enough to have dorm in one of the most friendly neighborhoods in the city, always being given a smile by the bystanders that didn't mean much to him, although he did enjoy their kindness. Today, though, was special day.

Something in his mind spurred, directing him to nearby park that was just across the road. His first steps on the park felt elegant in his mind. He scanned the terrain with observant eyes, instantly feeling his eyes lock on a distant girl, who sat on a rusty green bench in the back of the park.

His confidence levels were very low when it came to talking to the female side of the spectrum, but today, he felt more prepared to talk to this girl, feeling a push of energy. Silent steps were made and hearts raced as he approached you, waiting a few steps beside you, just examining her from up-close. You were absolutely stunning.

Your (H/C) hair shined in the morning sun. Pieces of it would fall on your face as you were leaning down, keeping your eyes locked on a light blue, gold lined book in your small hands. He couldn't exactly see your eyes but he bet that they were full of life.

"Can I help you with something, sir?" He heard an angelic voice say, slowly. He watch as the girl looked up at him. He was shocked. Your (E/C) eyes glistened in a sort of sparkling way. Your face was somewhat pale and clear. He couldn't read your emotions from her face. There was no frown nor smile, nothing to guide him to the answer.

"Hello......?"

He shook himself, clearing his throat whilst smiling awkwardly.

"H-Hi! I just noticed you here by yourself and wanted to know if you were alright!" He quickly saved himself.

"Oh! Yes, I'm perfectly fine. I go to nearby college and just wanted a little fresh air."

"Me too! I can't stand the lecturing."

You giggled, sending waves of blush and nerves to him. Your small laugh was like a beautiful song played by the best of violin players. He felt somewhat of a pull of energy from you, almost like an invisible tether just waiting to be attached.

"So what's your name? I'm Yoosung!" He spoke a little too enthusiastically.

"Yoosung..... what a cute name....," your small compliment — although not thought out — made the poor boy's knees turn to jelly, "I'm {Y/N}!" His blush was clear, almost impossible to not notice.

"Sit with me," you sang, patting the empty bench section next to you with your porcelain fingers, "if you want to." His eyes sparkled a light purple color, smiling sheepishly and sitting down quickly.

"I feel like I've seen you before, Yoosung. I don't know how though, your name seems completely new to me."

"I haven't seen you before, or else I would've defiantly remembered your beauty." The compliment seemed to roll of his tongue smoothly, which was odd, considering he always stuttered when speaking to women. Your giggle came again, making his stomach do circus tricks.

"You're very sweet, thank you. Here," you elegantly shifted through your bag to find a notepad and a cherry red pen, writing a pattern of numbers with ease, "have my number. I hope you'll call." You soothed, planting a small kiss on his already red cheek. You got up slowly, grinning back at him before walking away.

"Definitely...."

This was short and there was kind of no plot but Yoosung deserved some fluff ^^