he says this against her hair, pretending to land a kiss against her temple. but he does lean into her touch, eliciting an amused snort as his eyebrows raise when he looks at her. he only pulls her closer, her shoulder against his chest. he offers the widest smile he can force himself to muster, the bright fluorescence of the cafe enough to cast an apparent glint in his eyes. he’s definitely happy. just not for the reason they think.
terry leans to brush his lips against her cheek as she speaks - overdramatic. a hypocritical thought, really, considering the show he put on just a few minutes prior. the kiss says stop, but he smiles against her skin. it’s not hard to play out the role of a lovestruck boyfriend-turned-fiance when he, more often than not, does look at jiyeon with fondness. when she’s not being an ass - but even then.
they’re moved to a better spot, further into the cafe, near the kitchen, and beside the glass window. perfect for people-watching, learn from cheesy couples outside who have a penchant for public displays of affection. genuine ones. terry sits across from her, cheek against his palm as his lips press together to give her a smug smile. “your plan was genius,” he admits. “would have been a waste if you totally pussied out, though. i told you, babe. you can trust me to pull off shit like this.”
usually. being poor helps you learn a trick or two.
a waiter comes out with a silver tray, placing a wide array of food on the table between them. a four-course meal: soup, salad, a main course. the dessert, the waiter informs them, will follow when they finish their meal. terry offers him a quiet but sincere thanks. he picks up a spoon to start on the soup, only to almost spit it back out when he hears the words that come out of the other’s mouth.
“holy shit,” he mutters against the spoon before licking the utensil clean. he dips it back into the bowl, but his eyes stare at his friend in disbelief. “i mean, i love you. again, genius. but holy shit.” he’s not sure if his blood is pumping adrenaline or dread. “i think we can keep doing this. should? probably not.” he takes a few sips of the soup, eyes narrowed as he contemplates. finally, teasing, he adds, “i’ve turned you into a monster.”
“now, i don’t think that’s up your alley. aren’t you gay, terrence?” she raises a brow, has to bite down on her bottom lip to hold back the cackle she wants to so badly let out. she can sense his anger and it’s almost hilarious to her.
she busies herself with the food, attention partially on her plate and the other partially on the occasional couples that stroll outside. sure, learning about romance and what it’s like to be in a relationship is best learnt from movies and whatnot. but learning it up close where couples were more realistic? that was even better. so jiyeon took mental notes of everyone passing by. of how some girls’ eyes sparkled with love and adoration when they looked up at their boyfriends, of how their hold on their boyfriend’s hand was gentle, how lovestruck they looked. it was almost gross, but it was something she’d have to endure if she wanted more free food.
jiyeon is all big smiles, hands tucked underneath her chin. she feels this burst of confidence with terry’s approval, thinking maybe that they really can get away with it. she flips her hair back, glances around to make sure no one is within earshot of them. “i know, i know. it’s immoral to keep doing this but. not gonna lie, that was actually pretty...fun?” it was fun, intense, dangerous, but it was worth it. they scored a major feast and she had minimal regrets.
“i mean. we don’t have to keep doing this but, imagine all the free food we could get? terry, we’d be set for a good few months. if we’re careful, no one would know that this is all fake.” jiyeon beams, drums her dainty little fingertips against her cheeks and bats her lashes. “yeah, but a pretty monster! are you proud of what you’ve done?”
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