Work of Art || Luwoo

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~~Jungwoo~~

Although the restaurant isn't far from Lucas' home, the car ride is much longer than what I'm used to. I've driven across town numerous times and never had it felt this long, or sounded this silent. Lucas insisted on following me home. Once I pulled into the parking lot, he said that he was taking me out again. Although I didn't really want to, I didn't have a good reason against it, so I buckled myself into the passenger seat of his car. The cars whizz by but the quiet air hangs still. I try peeking sideways glances toward Lucas, being as sly as possible so that he doesn't think im being creepy. His jaw is visibly clenching and his eyes stare at the road, peeking in the mirrors every few seconds. I decide to looking out the window for the majority of the ride to distract myself from the awkward situation that seems to make a lump rise in my throat.

I prop my elbow against the window sil and rest my forehead against the glass, replaying the night's events. Alex walking up to the table. Alex sitting beside Lucas. Alex trying to hold Lucas' hand. Holding his shoulder. I feel heat rise to my cheeks before I even come to the conclusion that although I hate to admit it, I'm jealous. The way she shared that booth so intimately with Lucas. Even if he wasn't interested.
A deep sigh brings me out of my angry thoughts. I get off of the window's sil and find Lucas staring at me. Immediately, I know this can't be good.

"Are you okay?" Lucas asks, his eyes shifting between me and the road ahead.

"Yeah." I huff.

"It's nothing, really. I'm just getting myself worked up." I slouch back into the leather seat.

"About?" Lucas pushes. I didn't want to have this conversation, hoping I could cool myself down before he noticed. It's not his fault, really. I know he wasn't interested in anything Alex was trying to do, but it still makes by skin crawl.

"Alex." I finally sigh.

"You know we broke up almost a year ago. She's crazy."

"I know. It's- I don't know. She bugs me." I can't seem to explain myself. I know my anger is irrational.

"I'm not into her, if that makes you feel any better. I never really liked her from the start and now..." Lucas shakes his head to emphasize. I don't know how to respond. Lucas never did anything. She just gets under my skin for who knows what reason and it's not fair for Lucas to have to be the one dealing with my poor attitude.

"I'm bringing you to my house. We'll watch a funny movie or something and you'll laugh and have a good time." Lucas smiles while telling me his grand schemes and it honestly puts a smile on my face. That stupid grin of his that seems to take up half his face and push his eyes closed. I can't help but love it.

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Lucas' house is much quieter than I imagined. Nobody who isn't rich would be able to afford this home, but it's still quaint. The floors are some sort of dark wood and the walls are a calming cream colour. I was expecting trophies to line the walls, big screen televisions in every room and a clear display of the fancy clothes he has. This is the complete opposite.

I take off my shoes at the front door and Lucas takes my hand, guiding me down a small hallway that opens up to a large living room. There is a flat screen TV against the wall and a matching coffee table and couch set. All dark browns and rustic wood. Lucas flips a switch somewhere behind me and the decorative lights on the walls and in the ceiling come to life, shinning a warm yellow. To the public eye, including myself, Lucas is outgoing. Laughing and cracking jokes with every opportunity he gets. But here in his home, the mood is calm and reserved. A relaxing change from his crazy daily life. If it wasn't for the faint smell of his cologne and laundry, I wouldn't believe that someone as energetic as him owns a house like this one. Everything in order, almost minimalistic.