10 with Suho!
Junbunny
6:00pm show @ La Vertige. Let's enjoy a play and dinner?
You
Sure! See you then?
Junbunny
Can't wait to see you xx
Message received and read.
You briefly cradle your phone to your chest with a satisfied giggle, before immediately mulling over what to wear. Suho looks flawless no matter what, and it's a challenge to keep up with his good looks.
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Suho is a classical gentleman in simple words, otherwise you two would wind up sharing kimchi popcorn in the darkness of a movie theatre. But instead, you are making your way to La Vertige in a gorgeous backless dress, hair swept up in a bun and lips tinted in a rich cerise.
He receives you at the foot of the stairs warmly, looking handsome as always in a smart black suit. "My queen," Suho says, bows and kisses the back of your hand.
"Hey hey there, I understand we're supposed to be posh and all, but you're really overdoing it. They're all staring at us."
"We're a beautiful couple, ___. Only natural."
"I'm changing my mind about watching the show."
"You'll regret your decision."
"I'm regretting my decision right now."
"Be nice," Suho says, but he's smiling as he leads you up the flight of marble steps through the doors of a gilded theatre.
An assistant escorts the two of you to a seating box furnished in deep velvet and mahogany.
"Thank you," you whisper to the assistant. He nods and melts into the shadows silently.
"You'll love this," Suho tells you in low tones, just before the curtains rise.
"I certainly hope I do."
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Suho holds your hand throughout the entirety of the performance, and strokes his thumb across the outline of it in a habitual sort of way, that is until you snatch it away so you can hold tissues to your face while you silently screech about how sad it is. Even worse than what k-drama turns you into (that is, a chilli-chip-binge-face-stuffing, blotchy-faced, sobbing, medusa haired mess), and eventually you have to make an embarrassed detour to the ladies' room so you can wipe tears and their havoc away and touch up again.
"Why do I feel like you did end up regretting your decision? Was it that bad?"
You whirl on Suho, throwing your hands in the air in a sort of frantic way. "Nooo, that wasn't it. I loved it so much I cried. Did you see the characters? How amazing they were? The singing? When her heart was broken, the unnecessarily happy but perfect wedding scene- the- the- the- it was absolutely wonderful and I couldn't be more pleased that you took me to see it."
Suho watches you with some bemusement, and accepts your response with a grain of salt. "That was some aggressively positive response?"
"Yep. But let's hope you haven't lined up some other emotional event after this. I don't think my heart can handle."
"Now's time for fun. This way, my lady."
"To where?"
Suho smiles mysteriously, offers his arm and sweeps you off in the direction of a classy restaurant which probably has one of those stuffy, fancy menus full of dishes which have insufferably incomprehensible and complex names.
You're absolutely right and Suho ends up spending a good half-hour deciphering the titles for you, but the food is heaven for the palate and a pleasing touch to the senses.
"We're not done yet," Suho says as you sit back, slowly slipping into a food-coma.
"What. What more is there to be done?"
"Come on. It's just outside. You don't have to walk that much."
"These heels are killer too."
"Just a few steps."
"Fine."
True to his words, Suho takes you to a little stall not far away selling exquisitely designed face masks. "Thought we might indulge ourselves."
He buys two matching masks, both laden with sequins, ribbons and feathers. Faux jewels glimmer into the evening when you lift one up to see it more closely. Suho helps tie it around your head with gentle, deft fingers.
"I've never thought of doing this before."
"I want you to remember our dates- didn't just want to bring you out to dinner, and movies, and walks in the park."
"Well I am not forgetting this one any too soon. But you've totally raised my standards. Hard to beat this one next time round."
"I'm a man of surprises."
"You're already turning to clichés for help. I expected better."
Suho steps forward, and takes you into his arms. "They aren't always bad."
His eyes are bright, accentuated by the gold rimming on the mask, catching flecks of lights and sparkling in the most dazzling way.
You hold his gaze for a moment, letting it linger.
Then he lifts his own mask, gestures for you to do the same, and then leans in. You follow suite, and never break eye contact.
"I know. I know," you whisper against his lips. "I know."
