he wished he had confidence, most of the times ━he felt himself as still being no different from the meek, trembling boy he was in high school, with the only difference being the four books having his name printed in it and giving him so much success. outside of that ━and the characters he’s been able to flesh and render alive even in black and white of paper and ink━, he was still as dense as an idiot could be. which he claimed was still a perfect description of himself, hence why he spent at least one hot second staring at minhwan the moment the word ‘date’ filled the air.
and his poor, poor heart started beating so fast, too fast ; he could swear he was feeling it just hopping away from his chest and declare itself done with everything. he wouldn’t really blame it at all. “ what━━ ” he felt jumbled, fizzled, unsure if he had really heard the word ━he would ask again, but he was afraid that would offend minhwan more than he might have already have. “ a d-date? like, like━━? ” god, why was the word ‘couple’ so hard to throw out? maybe because minhwan always made him feel like he was being destroyed by a stampede of some kind? “ i━i think we can, yeah… i━━if━if you want to, of course. ”
Upon seeing the males reaction, he couldn’t help but ease up a bit. Truth be told, Minhwan had only been in one relationship and that was years ago with a girl from school and after that all went wrong, he was frightened to throw himself out there again. He hadn’t ever expected to be attacked with feelings for his best friend but here he was--falling head over heels for the male before him. Looking over at him, he chanced a couple of steps forward and gave him a small smile before nodding his head and reaching his hand out to tentatively take the others. “Of course I want to, I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise...”
His voice was soft and the look in his eyes were fond--it had taken a lot of courage for him to ask this and his heart was pounding in his chest. The only person he had told was his little sister and had made her swear not to tell the other. Judging by his reaction to when he told him he meant a date, he was thankful that she had kept her promise. Biting down on his lip, he squeezed the other hand and ran his free one through his messy blonde hair, bandana in place as always. “We could go now if you want? There is a restaurant I’ve been wanting to try. Do you like Italian?”
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