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Yoosung wasn't watching where he was going when he bumped into them. There’s a loud clatter of books as they fall to the floor, accompanied by nervous apologies. He looked up, still collecting books from the floor then blushing at the realization of how close their faces were.
Yoosung recognized them but he couldn't quite pinpoint their name. Bangs fell over their eyes while two strands of hair hung in front of their ears. The rest of their hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. They wore a slightly oversized collared shirt with a black ribbon tied in a bow around their neck. It looked cute on them. God, with style like that they must think he looks homeless.
He realized after a moment that he was staring. He picks up his books, uttering another quick apology before awkwardly waving and walking away.
Playing games with God 707 was probably a bad idea.
Especially with this new developing crush.
He’d now figured out their name, which class he recognized them from, and where their desk was. Honestly, he was feeling slightly stalkerish. In all fairness, they’re all relatively simple things that you’d notice about a person. Still pretty stalkerish. Especially since he’s never talked to them. The only reason he even knows their pronouns is because of the non-binary flag patch and the ‘they/them’ pin on their bag.
Seven laughs loudly, snapping him from his trance “Dude, why are you blushing so much,”
It was then that Yoosung noticed the warm flush in his cheeks and that he was blushing. The knowledge made him blush deeper, now from embarrassment.
Seven watches him for a moment with a smirk that makes his skin crawl. Dying would be far more humane than sitting through the incoming barrage of teases. His ears might fall off.
“Yoosung, what made you blush like that? Tell me,”
“I was just thinking of someone from school,” he mumbles, hoping it would be unintelligible. He’s sorely mistaken.
“Oh my gosh,” Seven squeals, “Our little Yoosung has a crush! You need to ask her out.”
Yoosung freezes slightly when he says ‘her.’ Does their gender make this complicated? He doesn't think that Seven is straight. Hopefully, it won't be an issue. “Um,” he pauses to swallow the dryness in his throat, “not ‘her,’”
It barely fazed the boisterous redhead, “him, then! I knew you weren’t straight,” He grins, and Yoosung cringes again.
“I don’t think they go by ‘him’ either,”
“Why are you so nervous? I won’t be mad as long as you ask them out,” seven sings, loudly emphasizing the last three words.
Yoosung frowns “you’re so loud,” Seven simply grins back at him, giving his attention back to the aggressively beeping video game.
He fiddles nervously with his jacket. The smooth buttons provide him with a grounding feeling to focus on. He runs his finger over the threads which hold it on, feeling like he’s also holding on by a thread. His nerves are way higher than they probably should be. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, throat feeling like the Sahara as he fidgets in front of their desk. God, this is embarrassing. What if they’re already dating someone? He’d be that guy. What if they don’t like men? What if they make a big deal about his sexuality? He doesn’t even know what his sexuality is, how could he tell someone else something he doesn’t know?
This is too much. Thoughts race as he clings to the button, likely harder than it should be able to handle.
He’s considering leaving when he hears someone clear their throat behind him.
“Are you okay?” Yoosung’s head snaps up to look at the speaker and he splutters slightly, registering that it’s them. It’s MC.
“Oh, yes. D-Definitely,” He trips over his words. He feels like his mind is wading through mud to get to the right ones. “Sorry to bother you,”
“Hey, take a deep breath and slow down,” They look at Yoosung reassuringly, “Your name is Yoosung, right?”
Yoosung nods, taking a deep breath. His already non-existent confidence deflates like a balloon in his chest. “Yeah, I am,” he clenches his free fist and looks down, still fidgeting with the button.
“Cool, I’m MC,” he wants to say I know. Wants to tell them that they’re the only one he’s been able to think of since bumping into them.
But, that would be weird.
A hand is waved in front of his face “You still there?”
“Oh, um.. yes, just zone out,”
“I see… so, any reason you’re hanging around my desk?”
“I-... well, k-kinda,” his voice shakes when he speaks, “Sorry, I know we don’t know each other… at all… but, I was wondering if you’d like to get to?”
MC laughs softly and smiles at him, “Is that your way of asking me on a date?” they question and Yoosung’s eyes widen.
“Yeah,” He bites his bottom lip nervously. MC continues to smile, causing the anxiety burning in his chest to settle to a soft glow. They put their hand on top of his, ceasing his fidgeting with the button. He stares at their hand, feeling the glow from his chest move to his hand.
“I’ll go on a date with you, just dont rip off that poor button,”
Yoosung stares at them, brain whirring at the fact that he landed a date with them.
“Okay,” he says softly, most of his focus trained on their hand touching his.
“Great,” they smile.
“Great,” he repeats.
Sitting at the table waiting for them to arrive feels almost surreal. It’s afternoon now, after school. His hand is wrapped around a steaming cup of tea, he thought a warm feeling and the soft smell of herbs would calm him down, it didn’t.
The two of them had separate classes at the end of the day. MC’s went longer, so instead of waiting, they agreed to meet at the cafe.
Birds chirped in the trees outside the cafe window providing an excellent accompaniment to the cacophony of self-doubt babbling on in his head.
He nervously picks at his fingers, the skin there already worn from constant anxious picking. His mom always gets mad at him for it, but it’s not his fault, just a nervous habit.
He’s almost surprised when they actually walk through the door. There’s a book bag slung haphazardly over their shoulder, and their face is flushed from walking.
A smile lights up their face when they see Yoosung, and for a moment, he’s breathless. He smiles back, and they walk over, taking a seat across from him.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” their smile is tired but genuine, and their voice is soft.
Yoosung laughs softly and smiles back, “You’re not late, I was just early.”
“I’ll have to be early next time so that you can feel my embarrassment.”
“O-Okay…” He doesn’t register much of their sentence other than ‘next time.’ There’s going to be the next time?
When he comes out of his thoughts and looks at them, they’re smirking. He blushes.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous” they state simply. Yoosung almost chokes on his spit, blush darkening.
“O-Oh?”
“Yep,” their hand is placed thoughtfully under their chin while they rest their elbow on the tabletop. “I’m so lucky to have a date with someone as cute as you,” their voice is smooth and doesn’t shake. Which is extremely impressive to Yoosung. If only he could ask for flirting lessons without making a fool of himself. You can’t ask the person you want to flirt with for flirting lessons.
“I-I think I’m the lucky one,” he responds shakily, inwardly cursing himself for stuttering.
“I'm not going to have one of those arguments with you, Yoosung” they laugh, smirk turning into a softer expression. “I’d say we’re both lucky.”
At this point, Yoosung has given up on the whole 'don't stare' thing. “Okay,” he says softly, eyes trained on theirs.
They laugh, “Okay,”
The rest of their date goes incredibly.
MC is adorable and infatuating and smart. He can’t help but notice the dimple in their cheek when they smile or the way their eyes light up when they get excited over a particular interest.
The way their freckles particularly pop when their cheeks tint with a soft blush.
Yoosung has concluded that this date was the best day of his life. Well, best day next to being accepted to SKY’s veterinary program.
He screamed about that with Rika for a good hour.
When their date ends, he finds himself feeling disappointed. Disappointed that this time with them was almost over.
He could stretch it out longer, though… couldn’t he?
So, he offers to walk them home.
While they walk back to MC’s apartment they hold hands.
It starts with a brush, the back of their hands lightly grazing. The graze turning to hooked fingers and finally, his hand is fully intertwined with theirs.
After about ten minutes of walking, they finally reach the apartment building. Yoosung wishes they could’ve walked longer, even though his hand is slightly sweaty in theirs. Even though his legs are sore from walking around campus. Even though he’s exhausted. And even though he needs to go home to study the canine immune system.
He doesn’t want this to be over.
Yoosung turns to MC and takes their other hand in his.
“I had fun,” he smiles.
“So did I,”
“Thank you,”
“No, Thank you”
“I thought we weren’t going to argue about this,”
“Not an argument, just straight facts, Yoosung”
He huffs at them. “Fine,”
They make eye contact, and MC's eyes soften, a small smile pulling at the corners of their mouth.
Oh my gosh, Yoosung, stop thinking about their mouth, he screams to himself.
There’s a cool breeze now that it’s later in the afternoon, it ruffles MC's brown hair lightly.
Their eyes are still trained on his.
“Yoosung, are you going to kiss me or do I need to do it for you?” they tease, their voice holding a hint of seriousness to it, is this even real?
A dark blush settles on his cheeks, surprisingly, he doesn't react more. He’s probably just in shock.
“Really?” he stares intently at them, if they’re serious, so is he.
“Really,” their confident façade cracks for a moment and Yoosung can tell that they’re nervous.
Yoosung squeezes their hands gently, “Okay”
“Oh good, I would have been so embarrassed-”
“‘Would have been’ but you dont have to be because I said yes,”
They laugh, “Yeah, I guess so,”
Yoosung tilts his head, giving off the energy of an extremely impatient puppy.
“Gosh, you’re so expectant,”
“That’s because I’m expecting something,” he grins.
A breathy laugh escapes through their teeth and their eyes flick to Yoosung’s mouth, then back to his bright violet eyes, “Are you sure?”
“Positive,”
“Okay,” They hum, cupping Yoosung’s jaw gently, cold hands welcome on his burning face. They lean closer and their noses touch but MC stops moving, “last chance to back out,” they whisper, Yoosung can barely breathe.
“I-I’m not going to,” he mumbles, leaning the rest of the way into MC and kissing them. He’s actually kissing them. His head spins and his heart leaps. He can’t tell if it’s the kissing itself or just the lack of oxygen flowing to his brain.
The kiss is messy with bumping noses and soft giggles. That’s fine, they’re both learning.
Suddenly, every awkward step leading up to this has been made completely worth it.