[Door 06:] Foggy glasses
─ .✦ established relationship, MC wears glasses
─ .✦ word count: 1.1k
─ .✦ christmas countdown masterlist!
a/n: shoutouts to all my glasses wearing LaDs players out there; this is such a silly idea for a fic but it's just what I'm constantly going through these days so here you go!
“...Can you even see anything like this?” Rafayel leans down a bit, his face just a few inches from yours. You exhale once more; the warmth of your breath hitting against the scarf that you pulled up to cover half of your face, making the insides of your glasses fog up some more.
“..Not at all”, you respond frankly, before breaking out in a small giggle. “The more I breathe, the worse it gets. That’s why I hate cold days like this”
“Give me a second”, you feel his gloved fingers on your glasses’ temples, as he slowly lifts them up and leaves a faint cold where his touch just lingered.
Rafayel brings your partially fogged up glasses up to his face, where he breathes a little bit more into it, covering the whole lens, before moving them down to where his scarf is to carefully rub the glass clean again. He takes a look to see if he had missed a spot, but lets out a satisfied hum when he doesn’t see anything off with them.
“Alright now, careful..”, he aligns the glasses with your face and brings them closer to you. In mere seconds they were back on your face again, the blurriness of his hands and face finally coming back in full quality again, “aaaand, done”
He lets out a cheerful hum, “Better?”
You chuckle, “Better. Not that it would change anything though, because give it another five minutes and I’m unable to see anything again.”
He steps around, so you two can continue your walk, his hand naturally finding itself in yours, fingers interlocking as if it was just meant to be like that.
“Well, lucky for you, I’m happy to help out any time you need me to”, he sing-songs, swinging your arms lightly as you two stroll through the snow-filled streets, appreciating the colorful lights and cheery music.
It was on your request that you two decided to do some early christmas shopping together, but somehow, instead of actually looking for potential gifts, you have filled up on enough pastries, snacks and hot drinks that you think Rafayel mistook your question to be your ‘consultant’ in picking out presents for something completely different actually.
You even bought some pastries to have later at his place for dessert, the little box of delight the only thing that is inside the bag hanging around his shoulder.
Safe to say, you were certain that next time you are out getting presents, it definitely wouldn’t be with Rafayel; and that’s not to say that he is bad at it per se - it’s just that you cannot help but get distracted from your actual plans by how easily he gets swept up into wanting to try out some of the stalls you two are passing by that smelt absolutely amazing and he was certain you would like.
It didn’t take another five minutes of walking around and another cold breeze passing through, that you feel your glasses start to fog up again. You keep walking however, letting yourself be guided by the warm hand that engulfs yours and is tugging you along steadily.
The longer you kept walking the worse it was getting, even though you try your hardest to breathe calmly, tugging down your scarf a little bit in hopes that your glasses would eventually clear up themselves.
Didn’t work. And now you are feeling even colder, because the cold breeze is hitting your face directly. You feel a potential sneeze building up bit by bit and scrunch your nose in hopes the uncomfortable sensation would pass.
Rafayel stops at a red light and makes sure you do, too. He lets out a little chuckle when he watches you struggle; the topic of finally getting those glasses that wouldn’t fog up or at least invest in those special wipes against it, still fresh in his mind and how you refused because your current glasses held a meaning to you and you couldn’t be bothered to get an additional pair.
'I just need to take them off, give them a quick wipe and they are good to go again' - you had explained confidently, but now that the temperatures have dropped drastically, it was happening a lot more often than you anticipated - so much so, he thinks he has heard you sigh a countless amount of times already.
“Wait, can I take a picture of you?” he asks, still giggling. You huff playfully, which only does more damage to your current problem and makes you laugh out loud as well at how ridiculous it is. “Tell me, how stupid do I look?” you retort, listening to how he rummages through his pockets for his phone and then goes and snaps a quick picture. You can hear him still giggling to himself as he stares at the photo he just took.
“Do you want me to be honest?”, he asks, placing his phone back into his pocket and taking your hand back into his again.
“Maybe not.”, your instant reply.
“You look stubbornly adorable.”
He leans closer and you feel his gloved fingers on your glasses once more. Anticipating that he is going to lift them up and do the same thing as before, you stay still, patiently waiting.
But he doesn’t lift them up. Instead, you feel a pair of soft lips pressing onto yours, the familiar sound of a faint smack filling the air and you feel your cheeks warm up in surprise.
“W-Wait, what-”
Another kiss, this time lingering for a moment longer. You can feel the way his lips are curl up into a smile as they press against you, his hands cupping your face and gently tugging you closer.
You can still barely see anything; in fact, it seems like it’s only getting worse, because of how hot your face starts feeling. When you think he is going in for another kiss again, you slightly tilt your face upwards to where you can sense him, but this time he actually goes to take your glasses off. Embarrassed, you stare into his face, a smirk on his lips as he proceeds to clean the lenses the same way he did minutes ago.
“Were you expecting something else?”, he asks, the amusement in his voice so obvious. You can only respond with a light smack against his arm, pouting, as he goes and puts your glasses back onto your face again.
“Don’t tease me like this”, you mutter, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. Rafayel laughs, wrapping his arms around you, “But you look cute like that, waiting for me to kiss you again.”
#AAC2017 | Day 6: What is your favorite song that they have performed in a different language?
There are a lot to choose from! Link a video of it!
Oh man, this is getting harder than I imagined! 8D
I’d say the Indonesian song “Kesempurnaan Cinta” really gave me LSS! Their special stage of La Bamba in KCON Mexico was also very fun and they somehow turned it into an ASTRO song.
I’d also like to take this opportunity to say that ASTRO are always so thoughtful of their fans that they always do something special each stage in every country. They didn’t really sing a Filipino song last year during MBC’s Show Champ in Manila episode but they did a popular “gesture” Pak! Pak! Ganern Ganern and it was enough for me.
Hope they visit us again and also sing a Filipino song! 8D
