brsiwon:
HE FELT AWKWARD SUDDENLY for assuming she’d needed, or even wanted, the help. it had been an excuse from his side to spend just another minute with her, self-consciousness keeping him from just asking her out. it couldn’t be that simple for him, and he couldn’t let her know why: so he was cursed with a lifetime ( at least hers ) to wonder. the what if broke his heart the most.
siwon could have no place in seunghee’s life, knowing she would only be a dent in his when he would last many decades after her passing. and even if that barrier hadn’t been there, siwon couldn’t afford a distraction — she was more than that, of course, but he couldn’t sugarcoat the truth: she would surely distract him from his duties, and he had been spoon-fed with the idea that everything else was trivial. the vampire’s existence was useful for that reason only — he knew he couldn’t afford to be comfortable all the time.
his hand brushed hers as he handed over the books and for just a second he felt like nothing but just a boy in love and for him, there was little that was more scary. he couldn’t help the shy smile that grew on his countenance from such a gentle, insignificant touch alone. he felt small, pathetic, but warmth was blossoming from his core and he couldn’t help but let it show, just this once, exactly what she did to him.
siwon should’ve left then perhaps, but instead he hesitated. «seunghee,» he spoke before she could turn to leave, her name sounding foreign yet right on his tongue. still he corrected himself hastily. «miss han, i —» he should’ve held his tongue, had he known how to in that moment. «maybe .. you’d like a coffee ? with .. me ?»
once again, their hands met during the book delivery. she tried to make the fleeting contact last forever. little did she know she was touching eternal life itself. seunghee, a mere human void of the knowledge to other worlds, in her triviality and indifference resided her uniqueness. she was the garden before the original sin. her chest felt heavy at the thought that there could not be more of siwon, she could not have another second of warmth. what happened next decided the course of the longing glances.
seunghee’s original reaction to any proposal of going out was to open her planner. as president of the student body, and with her obsession to be involved in all the university events, she led a busy agenda. however, in front of siwon, her responsibilities vanished into thin air. the pages of her books were ripped off, only to transform themselves into paper airplanes that went flying in all directions. a smoke image of the way her heart felt. it dissipated at the first mention of her name, followed by an unexpected question.
❝i’m available on saturday. the café near the outdoor theater?❞ she replied, straight to the point and skipping conversation cues. bravery originating from her small figure. still, her answer resulted affirmative. seunghee was not sure of the time frame for a night class student. usually, they requested such schedules because they needed free mornings. keuroseu’s flexibility never changed since they opened. siwon would have to decide on the hour for their rendezvous, which seunghee already looked forward to.







