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"Hey~, good looking!"
You look up from your model project and see that red hoodie guy just invited himself to sit across from you. You scoffed to yourself, "Oh, great."
You always came to this coffee shop when you needed to study or work. It was usually a perfect place for that. 'Usually' being used loosley, since it was only a good place when you weren't there.
Why?
This little red pain in the ass showed up one day, and kept coming back. He waits for you to get settled in before sliding in to the seat across you like a loser and talks to no end. Then you leave and get no work done. And its the same shit everytime!
Yes, the obnoxious stranger has taken an immediate liking to you. Well, more like attraction. Meaning, he would only sit at your table to attempt to flirt. And his flirting was SO bad!
It's not that you were dead set on work or hated people easily, you didn't even like being this rude to him. And you felt bad for rejecting him so harshly, too, but...he was so annoying... So very annoying.... It was hard not to flip the table.
You tried asking him to leave so you can work many times, but he never listened to you. He just. Kept. Talking. About. Sex. Honestly, more groveling than talking.
You began to wonder if he only came in the cafe because he saw you there from the window and approached you just to show off his new worst pick up line he thought of while masturbating (that wasn't to be mean, it actually happened).
When you asked why he was even here so often, he always replied, " I like the... atmosphere~," while wiggling his eyebrows as if he said something suggestive. You thought, 'What does that mean?! Was that supposed to sound sexual??'
Sometimes, when desperate, you go other places to do what you needed to do. However, you kept coming back here since:
1. It was right next to your house.
And 2. You hoped it'd be an occassion where he wouldn't show up. This was you favorite place to work when he wasn't here.
But this was not one of those times...
"Whacha doing?" He hummed.
"Definitely not working anymore...."
"Aww, don't be cru-... Hey, are those cookies?" He pointed to YOUR cookies, to be precise.
"Ye-don't touch them!" He was reaching for one before you could even finish responding. You smacked his hand as it hovered over them.
"Ow! What?" He whined while pouting.
"I've been here for hours, this is all I have to eat!" You scolded. He certainly was a man child if you've ever seen one. "You usually get away with eating my snacks, but not this time!"
He smiled and exitedly asked, "You haven't eaten?" Here we go... "Then how's about I take you somewhere to eat?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Um, no. I'm working on this thing, remember?" You gestures towards your project.
"Oh, right. You never told me what it was supposed to be!"
This was going around in circles...
You sighed, "Look, I really need to finish this before tomorrow, so can I get a break today?" He actually reduced you to begging, wow.
"Aww, you're no fuuuun! You're always working!" Well, duh! You only came here to work!
"Alright, alright! If I go on a date with you, will you let me work in peace??"
His expression lit up immediately, and he grinned so wide, only a kid could imitate it. Oh no. You got a bad feeling.
"Seriously???"
"...... Yeah..... but you need to promise me something!"
"Uhuh!" He nodded.
"Don't bug me again, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah okay! I knew all that groveling would finally wear you down, hehe! Does that mean I FINALLY get your number~?" He leaned closer and smirked like a slimeball.
Damn it. "... Ugh, fine. (But I'm changing my number after this!)"
You took a napkin out and wrote it down, feeling so ashamed you were caving in. He hopped in his seat with excitement, which made you feel worse.
"Bring it~!" He whispered loudly to himself.
" Here," you handed him the number, and he snatched it faster than you could see.
"YAHOO~!!" He yelled and fist pumped. Woah.
"Now please go, your making a scene." You slide down in your seat.
"Oh. Sorry," he blushed and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.
The guy got up and was about to actually leave before you called him, "Hey, hold up."
He spun around to face you fast and grinned again. "Yeah, babe?"
"Please don't call me that. I never got your name."
"Oh, really...?"
"You only asked me about myself. A lot." Not like you told him much besides your name, though.
"Oh...." His eyes fell to the floor, maybe just now realizing how pushy he's been. He looked back at you and answered, "My name's Osomatsu, but YOU can call me-"
"Okay, Osomatsu."
"Haha, I like you! Alright, don't call me, I'll call you, kay?"
"I don't have your number...."
"I know, but I always wanted to say that!" He rubbed his finger under his nose and laughed. "See you later, then, sexy~!"
"Don't call me that either, please" you frowned.
"He he, I'll work on the nicknames. Bye~!" He finally left, running with excitement.
When he was outside the café, you could hear him yelling triumphantly. You underestimated how desperate he was...
.......
'Oh wow, I actually got rid of him... I can...work now...' You smiled at the thought and continued your project.
But was it really worth it...?
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A few days later, you got a call from an unidentified number. You sighed, thinking it could be Osomatsu.
'Shit, I almost forgot about that...'
You sucked in a breath and answered the phone. "... Hello?"
There was nothing on the other line but heavy breathing. What the hell...??
"Umm...hello?" You repeated with hesitation.
The heavy breathing didn't stop. Before you just hung up, the weirdo on the other line spoke up. "Who's this...?"
The voice wasn't familiar in the slightest. "Uh, (Y/N).....?"
".... H-hi...."
"Oh...hi....?" Maybe you watched too many horror movies, but this was scaring the hell out of you. "Is this a wrong number...?"
"......" The heavy breathing continued.
"Okay, I think I'm gonna go now, nice talking to you-"
"HOLD UP!" You heard someone shouting in the background on the other line. "Give me the phone, Ichimatsu!"
There were sounds of struggle before it went quiet.
'What am I listening to....?'
"Hey, are you still there?" That sounded like Osomatsu. You never thought you'd be so glad to hear his voice!
"Oh, it's you!"
He sighed with relief, "Wow, you actually gave me your real number! I was so sure it was a fake!" For someone so flirtatious, he didn't seem too confident. "Who...was that earlier...?!" You asked with hesitation.
"Sorry, my little brother found your number."
That's a pretty creepy little brother he's got!
"Oh...Alright. Well, I guess I'll go, then," You sighed.
"No, no, wait! Since we're talking....."Osomatsu gulped. "Are you doing anything now?"
"No, not really."
"Then....how's about I cash in that promise you made me~?" You could hear his smirk in his voice.
You sighed. "Alright, that's fine. Where do we meet up?"
"Uh, haha, here's the thing," he nervously laughed. "I don't have money, since I kinda blew it on Pachinko, so preferably somewhere that doesn't costs anything."
This didn't surprise you.
"Unless," he continued. "You are kinda willing to sort of pay maybe probably?" He asked hopefully.
"..."
"C'mon~," he whined.
You could hear someone yell on the other line in the distance, "Brother! Take her for a long walk on the beach!"
"Wha- how long have you been there?!"
There was another short lived commotion before he returned.
"Okay, I'm good. My other little brother was just eavesdropping."
You laughed, "Sounds like a handful." You couldn't imagine him being the responsible big brother at all. But then again, the only thing you knew about him was that he was a pervert.
".....Uh, haha, yeah," he agreed. "So how's about I go back to your place and you cook us something good~?" Ugh, that ever so familiar flirty tone of his was back.
"You're not allowed in my house," you rejected bluntly.
"Aww, c'mon~, Girl~!"
"That nickname's a no, too." Although it was way better than the last two.
"Well, my house is a big NO, sooooo..." His voice droned off in thought.
"Alright, I'll pay," you sighed. "But nothing too expensive, alright? I'm tight with money."
"Hell yeah!" He snapped his fingers. "Alright, then, how about we go to~... the amusement park?"
"Okay, that's fine," you said. "It sounds fun."
"Promise I won't barf on ya," Oso laughed.
It suddenly didn't sound very fun anymore....
"Just kidding~," he chimed. "Alright, babe-"
"I said I don't like that nickna-"
"See you there in half an hour, m'kay?"
"Wait, is that enough time for me to get ready? I need to get dressed and-"
"You don't need to put in effort. You could show up naked and still look bomb.....Actually~...!"
"I'm not doing that," you frowned.
"Anyway, it's just an amusement park, baby. You can loosen up."
"... Yeah, you're right."
"So in half an hour it is! Can't wait, (Y/N)~!"
'What have I done??'
"... Yeah, see you then."
You hung up, feeling more nervous about the date than you'd expected. Because, it had just occurred to you than...
'I've never been to an amusement park. And now I'm going on a date to one. With Osomatsu. This can't turn out good!'