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Micah Yujin was the most infuriating man to have existed, possibly ever, and you were the one blessed with his presence.
There were many things about him that ticked you off, and most of the time you couldn’t pinpoint it, because so much of your attention was put into playing along with his little games.
Micah infuriated you. Past the knowing smirks, the wordplay and the immature quips at your person, something about him made you feel different.
But how to pin it down?
On the day of your first date, the ideal first date in your humble opinion, you noticed just how pretty he looked in person, finally out of that jacket due to the hot weather, his hair looked messy from the trip, but your hands would put it in place. His eyes had small bags under them, but you would kiss them away before going to bed. His lips looked so lonely, you would make them company soon enough.
Of course, it wasn't a surprise he was pretty, the sunlight of a summer afternoon made his skin glow, his smile stood out, his eyes were shining, his presence was so ethereal you barely could bring yourself to look. His voice woke up a chain reaction in your chest, like your heart had just grown a few hundred times it's size, and then he was talking to you.
He was talking to you.
And it made you dizzy.
And it was like the world no longer made any sense.
But you could not get yourself to be angry.
You had never wanted to go on a date with anyone before. Obviously, you had thought about first dates, but you plan doesn't specify anything about the person you’ll be spending your time with. That is, because you thought that person didn’t exist.
But they did. He did. He was right in front of you, after having listened to your rambly thoughts, after writing a whole song about you, after taking so much of his time to invest in your happiness, there he was. In front of you.
There was not a seed of anger that could bloom in your heart, it had been so overgrown with adoration.
"I fucking hate you."
"It's even better hearing that in person."
On your second meeting, you had more time for yourselves, it was nice to spend an average day with him. You looked down at the meal you prepared, and your heart shook inside your chest in an attempt to make you give up.
You had insisted on cooking dinner, seeing as the whole night you had eaten only the best plastic wrapper junk food money could buy, and you didn't quite trust Micah enough with the privilege of kitchen appliances and fire.
Regardless, you took the two plates to the best romantic dinner site you could afford in your shitty rented apartment, setting it down on the center table under the flourescent lights.
The meal was served for both of you, luxurious food from the cabinet, and the most classical TV show 3am could offer in front of you.
You never minded cooking, but you looked at Micah eating the meal you prepared - pretending to ignore the cryptid hunting show he definitely had no intention of watching, looking at you with a smile, seemingly more confused the longer you stared - and you noticed you’d mind even less if it was for him. Maybe even like it. Maybe.
You smiled at him, his confused stare making you giggle. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Even if he’s the worst.
Your face flushed as his hands set you on top of the counter, lips brushing against yours, a laugh between them, between shivers and little movements, you pushed away enough to cup his face in your hands.
He stared at you, and you at him. Eyes traveling from lips, to each other, to admiring every small curve and feature on a loved one’s face.
“I hate you.” Your eyes teared up as his gaze only softened, how could he look prettier by the second? How could you not cry when he looked at you like that? “How do you make me love you so much?”
You were expecting some quick joke so you could seal your lips again in an attempt to shut him up, but instead, his hand found your cheek, and your foreheads touched together, an adoring gaze piercing through you.
“I don’t know, but am I lucky or what?” His lips interlocked with yours for a moment, his thumb wiping a stubborn tear that tried to ruin the moment. Your lips quivered above his.
“Don’t make me cry, you big sap!”