[ ` mingle ]
ccxryuji:
it’s not that ryuji wasn’t interested in possibility of finding love again, but the way he felt love was different than what his humans friends felt. caring as much as he did for his former captor caused a lot of other cards to raise a brow. it isn’t rare for such feelings to happen, but the truth of matter was that it was only one-sided, though to ryuji it seemed like it wasn’t. sometimes, he thinks he made it all up in his head. sometimes, he tries to remind himself that he was happy until the end.
“all of you will suffer,” he threatened as they walked out. one of them even had the nerve to stick their tongue out. they should have known better. ryuji may not seem like it, but they knew he could kick their ass. he did own his own dojo.
a sigh leaves his lips as he goes to get himself a cappuccino. it wasn’t like he couldn’t try to enjoy himself. he liked flirting and enjoyed the company of other people when they weren’t weird or gross. he had high hopes. if not, he can rub it in his friends’ faces and force them to leave him alone about dating for a while. he could at least get away with two months, maybe three if he can get a really pathetic story to use against them.
he grabbed his cup and looked around, trying to decide how to go about this. should he just throw himself into the whole ordeal and mingle. an attempt to not seem anti-social and unapproachable, or should he do the playing-hard-to-get situation and see how that works? or he could go into this and just pretend he wasn’t there to get set up. there were too many factors to think about.
deciding he just wanted coffee to get over the embarrassment of ending up at a singles’ meet and greet, he glanced around, trying o find a place to stand. a lot of people were already paired of and talking, but there were stragglers, including the male who he saw walk in with friends just before he was dragged. maybe that was a good place to start.
he held his cup up before speaking, “were you also dragged here against your will or am i the only weirdo who was forcibly dragged? … literally.”
it’s been fun to observe the stranger and his battle to remain single forever ( maybe he was getting over a break up, or maybe he just really wasn’t interested in dating, jisoo wonders the reasons to himself ), but he falters and grows nervous when he actually approaches. jisoo wonders if his watching was noticed as weird staring.
but the stranger seems amicable enough and it’s easy for the boy to relax his guard again, raising his cup in a salute of a greeting in return, and maybe also as an invitation to join him at the little cafe table. “well, it wasn’t my idea to come here,” he admits to the other, “but i don’t think i was nearly as opposed to it as you are. it’s just singles night; no one’s forcing you to find the love of your life here,”
jisoo laughs, a short little sound, before taking a tip of his tea. it’s hot, but not unbearably so and he enjoys the feeling of warmth traveling down to his belly. it’s comforting in a way.
“can i ask about it?” he decides to be a little bold, but still polite. if the stranger didn’t want to talk then he doesn’t have to, but jisoo’s curiosity demanded an attempt to be sated. “is there a reason? are you allergic to cafes or something?” it’s a joke, albeit a poor one, but hopefully not too serious or invasive.
“my name is jisoo, by the way.”
