I like reapers {Evan & Jun}
It was six days after their first date and Junmyeon had made sure to let Evan know he had something planned. He was sure to text the other (especially after the birthday gifts that had delighted him even though he had insisted not caring for his birthday at all). He also had lost two times at words with friends which had resulted in a lot of accusations of cheating from his side to Evan’s but it had all been in good fun. Currently he had tried to find other online games to play with the other and he had trained, it was all for the date of tonight. A date he had been looking forward to a ridiculous amount.
Ever since their first date he had been positively giddy, even after the small mental breakdown about being celibate for ten years. He had watched an unhealthy (in his opinion) amount of porn and had decided that people were still as fucked up as they had been when he had been having sex. Although the fact that ‘fidget spinner’ was one of the most searched terms had worried him and he sure as hell hoped Evan was not into balancing the plastic twisty toys on the top of his penis (but was sure he would try it if mentioned to him, Junmyeon made sure therefor not to mention it at all).
At little before six in the evening Junmyeon came over to Evan’s place, flying there as he preferred to do so and landing gracefully. He wasn’t wearing the chiq attire he had been wearing for their first date; instead he had texted the other to definitely dress down (‘not like that Evan, damn it, I meant just your regularly clothing’) and had done the same himself. He had switched his usual clothing that screamed I HAVE CLASS AND I CAN NOT LIE to an outfit that made him look a lot more like the age humans usually attached to him. Now 480 he had somewhat of a complex about dating a guy so much younger than him. Luckily he didn’t grey yet nor did he seem to look bad in a simple black T-shirt, admittedly an expensive one that felt soft to touch, and dark blue jeans. Only his shoes were the obvious expensive kind. He was wearing some slightly tinted sunglasses and his hair was styled to look ‘just out of bed, but with effort’.
He had gone to the barber that afternoon, just for this. Shoot him, he wanted to look perfect. Speaking about perfect, around his wrist was the bracelet the other had gifted him. It had been there every waking moment and even though Lexus had eyed it curiously he had told her no, this was his, and got her some more bells to play with. It might be noisy but she seemed to have found a new passion in life and was awfully happy with it. The owlite had accepted this as a fact of life now and stared her down whenever she played with it when he tried to nap in the shop but aside from that it was cute and good for business. Lexus had gathered a whole group of fans now and since some girls had filmed her and put her on Instagram she had become quite famous.
This all had brought some extra customers to his shop and, as dutiful as he was, he had send some of the customers to Evan’s shop too. Suggesting they might find things they would like there as well, one person seemed very interested in garden gnomes (why, Junmyeon would never understand) and he hoped Evan had made some extra sales too.
He also hoped the other had been eating better, he had send Evan several recipes that were simple and healthy. A n omelet with Tumeric, tomato and onions for breakfast. Some healthy taco tomatoes recipes (hoping the word taco would make Evan more likely to try it) and an easy chicken and noodle salad. Since Evan did not seem to have burned down his apartment he assumed it had all gone well if he had tried the recipes.
Junmyeon adjusted his clothing, even his underwear was new and he felt as good as one could feel on a second date with a guy he definitely, to his mild horror, fancied. Liked. Missed.
Yeah, so that had happened to his surprise. He had missed Evan and his shenanigans in the past days, not that he had been sitting by the window, wondering what the other was doing like some maiden in a tower waiting to be rescued but even with his busy days his mind had wandered off to the other quite often. When he got some new old comic books in he had kept them aside (and they were currently in the paper bag he was holding) and he had send the other several pictures and videos of Lexus, hoping to help him with his bird-fear (because really, how would Evan survive if he became Junmyeon’s steady boyfriend when the man was almost always attracting birds). He had come to the conclusion, as he had told Lexus, that he had fallen for Evan and he was afraid it would only deepen with the next date as it had with the first one. A date that had been perfect in its imperfection.
Finally at two minutes before six Junmyeon rang the bell to Evan’s apartment and waited, only to smile at the other shyly when he came into view and feel a warmth in the pit of his stomach as he saw the other. “Ah, Evan-“ he greeted, shy all over again and he cursed himself out in his head for being like a teenage girl.”I’m uh- I brought you something.” He handed the other the paper bag that held five old She-hulk comics and two spiderman comics from the eighties. They might not be the most desirable of comicbooks but they had made Junmyeon think of Evan. “No Batman comics I’m afraid, but when I get some I will be sure to hold them back for you.”
“I have ordered a cab for us, it will be at the edge of town in about ten minutes since we won’t be able to drive back. “ or well, that was the plan. Similarly how Evan had tried to organize something Junmyeon liked, he had tried to do the same within the boundaries of his anxiety of course. “And Lexus says hi, she hopes you come by soon.” He added “She misses you.” Which was not entirely true but was more a way to indicate that Junmyeon had missed the other.
He leaned in close before pressing a kiss against his lips. Which backfired because apparently he was static and it stung. The owlite let outa surprised sound and stammered backward as he touched his lips and looked at the other accusatory as if Evan had done it on purpose. “seems there’s a spark.” He closed his eyes at his lame joke.
“Let’s get to the cab.”
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