Dongmin raised
a hand with an apologetic expression on his face. He was indeed teasing the
shorter male, but it wasn’t as though he was doing it maliciously. He was just
being playful with the other. Honestly, Dongmin was also a bit amused by the
sounds that Kyouhei was making. Those high-pitched whining sounds made him
think of a puppy crying because it was being left alone and it felt lonely.
Perhaps Kyouhei was feeling lonely, or maybe Dongmin was horrendously
misunderstanding the situation here?
“Hm? Well maybe? I
always considered things like playdates and the like, you know? I mean, did you
want it to be a date that’s exclusive to romantic partners?” Dongmin questioned
him, wondering if he was asking this because he wanted to better understand
their situation, or maybe he was just asking for some other reason. Was he not
happy with the idea that they could go on the date?
Maybe he just didn’t swing that way. Dongmin simply shrugged
to himself when the thought crossed his mind. He didn’t particularly think too
much of it himself. He was fine going out and hanging out with friends.
“Well, regardless we
can go and hang out as friends then, right?” He slung an arm around Kyouhei’s
shoulders, smiling brightly. Kyouhei was an interesting guy and it wasn’t too
often when Dongmin would laugh so carefree like this, so he was quite fond of
the other male to be truthful. Hanging out with him for the day sounded pretty
fun! Maybe if they just had fun with it, he will forget about the whole ‘my
life belongs to you’ kind of thing.
Ah. Though… if you think about it in a different context—it almost
sounds like a proposal, doesn’t it? Could be why he mentioned something about
romantic partners afterwards. Oh. Maybe he was completely missing the mark just
then and Kyouhei was getting upset? Releasing the hold he had on Kyouhei, “Hey, what you said earlier isn’t some
complicated confession to me, is it?” Excuse Dongmin as he can have his
slow moments.
Before Kyouhei had the chance to reveal the fact that he’d never heard of the term “playdate” in his life, Dongmin added the last bit and his phrase, which was going to start with a matter-of-fact “actually”, evolved into, well.
“A-aaaaaahhh?!” He, realizing that he was still holding his phone, took the opportunity to turn around and shove it into his coat pocket while letting his surprised shout fade into the background, his face practically glowing red now.
How was he supposed to face Dongmin as a friend when he kept dropping lines like that?!?! It wasn’t fair! It was totally unfair! He can’t even remember what they’d originally gone out together for at this point.
“If! If you keep saying things like that people are gonna think you like me…!” He warned, relaxing into Dongmin’s side. It was fine if the other initiated the contact, right? Yeah. An arm around the shoulder was about as much as he could take at this point, though. “But we can hang, yeah….”
Was it? Oh god, now Kyouhei had to be wary of his subconscious confessing for him, how awful and embarrassing. He reached up and recovered his face with his hands, sure that if it was physically possible for human being to steam he would be doing so right now, he was so flustered.
“Th-that would be a pretty sucky confession on my part!” He avoided answering directly and instead began delving into why that couldn’t have been a confession, allowing Dongmin his space while also avoiding even looking at him. “For one, aren’t confessions only supposed to be for the ears of the person they’re being confessed to? At least, that’s how I’d prefer it.
“And if I was going to confess my, my love or feelings or whatever wouldn’t it be better to just say it? Indirect stuff like commitments of life are easily misunderstood - so it would be best to say something direct like “I love you, would you like to go out with me” right?”
[I know I didn’t get a lot done today and for that I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll do a lot of replies tomorrow~!]
[I can’t stay up too much later, however, cuz I have to be up by 6 AM and if I stay up late that’s pretty conflicting with the amount of energy I’ll need for classes. G’night!]
♬ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music?
Uh, only about half the time? The other half of the time I’m usually holding multiple conversations at once and my music will drown out the sound of the “your chat buddy replied!” notification…
When I do listen to music I’ll try to match it with the type of thing I’m writing. I have an angst playlist, a sad n rad playlist, a hot n heavy playlist, a moody playlist, a misc…. every mood. It’s nice. Some of them are still WIPs tho.
๛ - Share an embarrassing story about yourself!
I used to play basketball and my SPECIAL MOVE was zoning out in the court and getting hit by things and/or forgetting rules and/or not hearing our coach tell us it was time to switch out. Good times.
One of my favorite times was once I was blocking a guy so that she couldn’t catch a ball and I forgot the ball was coming our way and it hit me on the back of the head. That was great.
Yaguchi practically sighed when the day was finally over. Not that he was bad at this in any way, on the contrary, he was quick learning how to use the register and take orders, and he seemed to be a natural when it came to customer service.
Seemed, because nothing could be farther from the truth. Behind all those smiles, playful jokes and adorable apologies, Yacchan had just barely kept his real self from taking control. How close he was to spit insults to inconsiderate customers and throw the register machine to each and every guy that somehow thought flirting with him was an ok behavior.
At least now it was over… The job was convenient considering how close to college it was… and he sure needed the money, so it wasn’t as if he was going to quit anytime soon… but the temptation was there.
“Oh, we can eat the pastries? Lucky~” he was tired, but not enough to forget his part of cutesy boy who loves sweets
“Thanks for everything today~ I would have been so discouraged if I were by my own” cute to a slightly apologetic and completely adorable face.
Kyouhei smiled widely - why did it feel like he had competition even though they weren’t competing at anything? - and slipped behind the counter to open the stands of baked goods.
“It’s not a problem! Once you get used to how the regulars act and want things will get much easier!” He chatted offhandedly while reaching in with the tongs to grab each individual snack.
There weren’t too many left, but still, food was food. He turned and jabbed the tongs at his coworker, still grinning.
“I’m not picky at all, and since you did so well on one of your first days, you can pick out whatever you want! I’ll help you wrap them up and you can set them aside before we clean.”
Holy Grounds was everything a struggling college student could need. The tips were great, the atmosphere was lovely (especially the scents and visuals, coffee and sweets were always appealing), and the people were… well, he could deal with them.
“Good job today, coworker!” He cheered at the blond who’d helped hold down the fort nicely while taking off his own apron and folding it neatly over his arm.
“Now we can split whatever is left over - we don’t reuse food here - and I’ll show you how to clean up before we lock up!”
MORE?!?! Well actually, since it’s you, babe, I’m not surprised….
1 - I’ve been self-studying Gaelic Irish for as long as I can remember and it STILL confuses me all the time.
2 - I’m a huge sucker for old-fashioned candy - sanded drops and hard-candy sticks? Sign me up.
3 - For about a year, I tried to teach myself to be left handed and all I managed to do was make my left hand ache so much I had to take a break from playing the piano and develop a new kind of respect for people who use their left hand to write - I kept smudging stuff and making myself cry.
(i love. now i want a love letter in your handwriting )
[I mean, I could? I could write it out and take pictures or something…….. I’m not good at sending letters to people, though. Worse than phone calls, I tell you.]
Uh, woke up at 6 AM because I forgot to turn off my alarm in preparation for Labor Day, got online to see if a friend from Australia was on, went and drank some water for breakfast…
Paid attention to our dogs, did a little cleaning, did a little studying…
Then I logged onto the blog I have linked to fatenet and did my first ask box empty (anxiety) and looked over my replies on all my accounts, saving the ones to drafts that weren’t already there…
Nothing too exciting, I know, but we’re only halfway through the day!