Chapter Five.

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Even though the very thought of talking seemed God awful, you willingly agreed to go get some late night coffee with Sangwoo.

Wow... Coffee after 'almost rape'. That's my idea of a perfect first date. If you could even consider it a date. Which I didn't because there is NO part of me that's interested in him.

The café was warm and comfortable to be in. There was a cozy aura. 

You both sat in silence for a bit before a kind looking waitress approached you with a notebook in hand. 

"Anything I can get you two tonight?" She said smiling, and making eye contact. Sangwoo ordered first, and it sounded like on of those ridiculous white girl coffee's with strange dyes and names.  You ordered a typical mocha, and after hearing that Sangwoo changed his order to the exact same thing. 

Soon, she went off to make your coffee. 

"So, you never answered my question. What were you doing out there?" He asked again persistently.

"Nothing really... Just walking home I guess. Taking my time."

"Taking your time...? You like the snow?"

You nodded with a faint smile. He seemed a lot more relaxed then he did earlier today.

"Sangwoo..." You said quietly. He lit up a small bit seeing your attempt at conversation. 

"Yes?"

"Why are you being so calm?" You questioned.

He almost seemed taken off guard, but leaned back in his chair looking at you in a confused way. "Aren't I always?" You shook your head. "No. At school your really energetic, with the attention span of a goldfish." You noted.

He chuckled a small bit. "Ouch. Well, I don't know... Maybe its the school environment. Everyone buzzing around from class to class. Everybody with a mission. A purpose. Makes me feel productive I suppose." He tapped his fingers on the rim of the table, a lock of his hair being blown by a small breeze where somebody had just shut the door of the café. He obviously thought that I had asked the world's most boring question at a really awkward time.

"Doesn't it make you feel the same way?"

Why were you here in a coffee shop talking with Sangwoo? You could almost hear Maggie's lecture from here. Which is astounding since she lives a few good miles away from the college on the other side of town. 

"No... " You admitted. "It really just makes me feel... Tired. People shuffling down the hallways... Trying to pass every class so they can get on to the next stage of their life... It's a little depressing for me actually."

"(Y/n) (L/n).... You may have actually just depressed me right then. And that's surprising since I have such a good reputation for being an 'energetic goldfish'." He grinned. His grin was attractive to you. In an intimidating way... Of course.

"Be careful it's hot!" The waitress popped back up with a tray of mugs. One black, and the other white.

She handed me the black mug, and him the white.  Before walking off she passed Sangwoo a small wink.  He smiled politely in return. 

"What do you like to do...?" He leaned towards you, smiling like he knew something that you didn't.  

The small talk, was admittedly awkward. 

"Study, listen to music, write.... I'm also interested in psychology..." You mentioned. He smirked at something. "Psychology? Why isn't it your major...?"

Psychology was your father's profession, despite loving the field you hated your dad. For unlimited reasons. 

"Well, I-"

"Ooooh, I have a question!" He interrupted you. You huffed in annoyance. "Do I make you nervous?"

What kind of question is that? For some reason, the room got hot. 

"No..." You said strangely. Your voice didn't sound like you. In your head you could admit it. Sangwoo wracked your nerves. He was loud, attractive, and he looked pretty hot fighting that creep off in the ally earlier. 

Oh God...

Did he know you find him attractive? Well, why should you care anyways.

Okay.

Maybe you do care a little. You kept a straight face. 

He seemed oddly let down. "Oh." 

Sangwoo was definitely something else. You tried to muster up something to say, but you came up blank.

"I like psychology...." He mentioned, switching the subject back to you. "Although, I feel some of it is complete bullshit." 

You sorta flinched for a second at the term 'bullshit'. He noticed this. "Oh no, don't be offended! It's interesting and all but... Not a lot of people actually benefit from going to see a psychiatrist, or a psychologist..." His voice trailed off. 

That struck a small nerve. Psychologists helped loads of people. 

Well, mostly.... They didn't help your small cousin Yoonbum. 

"That's not true! Psychologists can-"

He interrupted you again, and it was becoming progressively more frustrating. 

"Is that why you like Hamlet?" You tilted your head to the side slightly, before registering his words. He grinned at that. 

"Hamlet..." He had remembered. 

"Well, I guess I never really thought about it before... But from time to time I do wonder about what exactly was going on in Hamlet's brain."

"I think I've learned a lot about you tonight...." Sangwoo smiled crookedly with little twinkle to his eye, which you despised. 

"Like, what?" You frowned, as he was changing the subject yet again. Maybe he doesn't calm down after school either. ...

"Your curious about people, but never ask them any questions. You probably have some type of psychological damage that therapists would eat up, and you probably don't like being fed lies even in Disney movies."

His words came out at a steady rate, but still seemed so fast to you to fathom.

"All of that information, was useless." You told him plainly. 

He shook his head, "Not for the purpose I plan on using it for." He beamed.

You were confused. " And what would that purpose be? I don't exactly think you possess super, sneaky, blackmail knowledge just yet." You chuckled.

" I plan on making you fall in love with me, (Y/n) (L/n)...." He announced proudly, like a  little kid who'd just learned how to tie his shoes. You sat in amused, disbelief. 

You had a lot of questions.

Why?

How?

What are you accomplishing?

You don't ACTUALLY like me do you?

Do you say this to every girl?


Except you weren't going to ask any of these things because that'd be awkward. 





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