“ it prickles every time i see you, my heart pounds when you talk about him. it prickles when i look into your eyes … ” –– ♡ @galaxydrumbeat
sujeong would like to think that she’s got it all figured out. but it all feels so surface level when she’s aware of the little incessant clawing at her heart whenever she sees a certain boy. she’s not too sure what to call them –– what to call her and doyoung. sure, they’re most certainly friendly… but were they friends? she finds herself spending a lot more time together with him than she would with any other guy, she gets excited to see him and she goes out of her way to spot him in a crowd. it’s an odd feeling, kind of new actually to her, and sujeong doesn’t quite know what to make of it.
she’s smiling as she walks over to doyoung, excited that their group of friends had decided to spend the night out. “doyoung,” she says, walking up to the boy to strike up a conversation. she’d been wanting to talk to him the whole day, yet even a simple task like that seemed impossible due to… certain people ( a certain ‘friend’ of hers who’d lately shown interest in taking up doyoung’s time ). “hey! let’s take a photo at ––” she’s about to ask him if he’d like to take a photo together by the decorated lights, but her ‘friend’ decides to pop out, right at that exact moment.
it doesn’t help that her feelings get all jumbled up when it’s about doyoung. right now she isn’t feeling that fluttering feeling in her chest, instead she feels something tight, prickling at her, as she watches her friend throw herself onto him. she frowns a little at the sight. she bites on her lower lip, and if it had been anyone else, sujeong would’ve simply grabbed doyoung’s arm and told them that she and doyoung were in the middle of a conversation. but it’s a friend and the feeling in her chest isn’t one that she welcomes. “nevermind,” she says, looking away, the smile on her face falling. “i’m gonna go get something to drink, you guys have a nice talk.”
she walks away, dejected. an emotion that isn’t very sujeong-like. she’d gone out of her way to pick the best lipgloss she could find and the cutest little sweater, only for him to not have given her a reaction she’d hoped for. instead there he was, talking to her. some random walmart version of a wannabe idol ( alright, she was sujeong’s friend. but the way she threw herself at him didn’t sit right with sujeong’s soul. who does that? who blatantly flirts like that? ), and she feels herself snorting at the sight.
instead another guy from their group of friends approaches her, a guy that sujeong had not even once glanced at. “you alright?” he asks, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, to which sujeong promptly shakes off. firstly, she did not want to be perceived by a man that wasn’t doyoung right now. secondly, she obviously wasn’t. “i’m fine,” she says, turning away, “just…” she looks on at doyoung and shakes her head, sighing, “it’s nothing. i’m getting something to drink, that’s all,” she turns away and goes back to looking for something to quench whatever feeling was brewing inside her.
he likes for the things in his life to be comfortable. doyoung’s a simple guy really. he likes what he likes and dislikes what he dislikes. a lot of the time, things are pretty black and white for him. but then on the other hand, things start to blur and that’s when things are not as black and white or clear-cut as doyoung likes it to be.
him and sujeong, however? they have a comfortable and familiar relationship. they’re friendly with one another. doyoung likes sujeong. apparently likes her more than anybody else judging by the way he seems to light up just at the mention of her name or even just her actual physical presence in the room. it’s almost like he has a sense specifically just for her. and yet, he’s never made it much of a big deal. like he said, it’s comfortable and it’s not something that needs to be fixed. after all, why fix something that isn’t broken.
it’s not all the time that their entire friend group is free for a night and decide to spend a night hanging out together. it’s still a time that doyoung cherishes more than anything in his youth. if he were a puppy, his ears would have immediately perked up when sujeong comes his way. “hey, what’s up?” just as he listens to her suggestion about taking a photo together, they get interrupted by one of their other friends butting in. doyoung likes her but he also wanted to hear the rest of whatever sujeong was about to say.
“wait! sujeong?” doyoung visibly pouts but tries to mask it when he turns his attention back to the friend. she’s still latched onto his arm as they’re talking about a thing -- something about a new cat cafe that just opened up and how they should go together. doyoung just dumbly nods but his eyes glance over at sujeong who was already talking to someone else.
“doyoung, are you listening?” his gaze breaks away from looking at sujeong before turning back to her and he smiles sheepishly. “sorry, what were you saying?” she raises an eyebrow before letting it go and trying to tug his arm, pointing at the dancefloor. “i want go dance. come with?” and really, truly, doyoung absolutely does not want to. he tries to think of a good enough excuse when one of their friends passes by and doyoung grabs their arm quickly before pushing him gently her way. he glances back over and sees sujeong leave that guy’s side and head over to grab drinks. “i need to like... take a fat shit so dance with him, okay? bye!”
he fixes his shirt properly before quickly making his way over to sujeong’s side with a smile on his face. “sujeong.” he kind of hates how just the thought of her puts a smile on his face almost instantaneously. “you were uhh -- asking me something before?” like second nature, doyoung’s own hand finds its way to rest atop of sujeong’s own hand practically covering it with the sheer size difference. “can you finish your question and ask me again? i promise no other interruptions.”
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