Snippets with Jiwon: Belle
male reader x Park Jiwon
~2.3k words
A/N: Prompt for @suchsweetstories. Thanks for hosting!
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“Here’s your shake!”
The room glows, flashing every color in the rainbow as the drum of the bass starts to beat through your chest. Laughter, giggles, and conversations were everywhere. Not like in those night clubs where it was messy and chaotic. This was quieter, tamer, more focused.
The decor of hearts—neon lights, balloons, the Goddamn headband of it you were forced to wear—decorated everything, from the walls to the chairs to the cherry on top of the shake you just got. It was all red, hiding from the glow of the lights flashing around them.
The DJ somewhere at the back was playing some old songs that you couldn’t tell if people cared about or not since they were all focused on each other rather than anything else.
You sigh, taking a deep breath before taking the chance to glance around the room. Couples all over the place, drinking the same single shake you have, with two straws and two spoons, two mouths. Facing each other, sitting next to one another, it didn’t fucking matter.
They were all the same, just in different shapes and sizes. The older couple wrapping their arms around each other staring outside the window or the awkward one that were laughing at each other for drinking on the same glass.
In the end they were all enjoying what they were here for.
“Happy Valentines!”
This feels like a mistake, and you shouldn’t have let Jiwon convince you to do this.
You don’t even know how she managed to do it. Only that she yelled at you to attend this ‘blind date’ event to get your mind off of things.
Things being your ex that left you for some gym rat she met where she works out at.
She didn’t bother to give you the courtesy of telling you face to face. Just a text telling you that she needs a ‘break’ then proceeds to block your number.
If you can call a break hooking up with someone else because you found her cheating.
And yeah, not sleeping right and wallowing in your misery for the first few weeks of the breakup isn’t the healthiest way to cope, but this is not the answer to fixing your heart.
It’s been months since the break up anyway, and you told yourself to swear off of falling in love in the near future.
You were doing fine.
Jiwon disagrees, because she always does, which is why you’re holding a tray with a milkshake in an event to try and find your ‘dream girl’ as she puts it.
You should’ve told her to set herself up too since she’s been single since birth.
Your supposed ‘blind date’ hasn’t shown up and it’s been almost half an hour since the event started.
And the number stub that was given to you has been staring at you for the majority of the time you’ve spent together.
Twenty might as well haunt you at this point.
No dream girls here.
It really didn’t have to be on February 14th of all days because that felt like pouring salt in the wound and slapping the utter shit out of it.
Like, holy shit, who would even set up a blind date event on Valentines?
And yet here you are, pushing through it anyway. Did it to prove a point that you still have your shit together. You dressed up, got a new cut, used your favorite perfume. Cleaned yourself up pretty well, you have to admit.
It still feels as if you’re conducting self-inflicted torture on yourself to see all these people enjoying their dates and you’re here in the middle of all of it.
Sitting on a table.
Staring across the empty seat.
Struggling to enjoy the free shake.
Alone.
Your hand wraps around the tall glass, cooling your palms. You were about to grab a straw until you notice:
A pair of straws, a duet of spoons. Both heart-shaped.
Two.
Motherfuckers.
You must’ve looked depressing as hell to everyone in the building right now, staring at the milkshake you got, watching the glass slowly condensate and the ice cream melt on top.
You sigh, feeling the hearts bobble on your head shake when you reach out to one of the straws, hearing a slower song start to play before a hand takes it away from the tray.
You can smell the rosy-wine smell on the arm that took it. It smelled familiar, like someone who always left that same scent every time you met.
“Hey.” You hear, making you look up to see a very familiar face.
“Jiwon?” You squint against all the glare of the party lights, and sure enough, it was her, in the flesh, standing right in front of you. Wearing a combination of black and red that looked amazing on her, with a choker on her neck and the same headband that you’re wearing to complete the ensemble.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Jiwon smiles, “Didn’t get a chance to catch your dream girl?”
“No, I–Hold on, what are you doing here?” You watch her sit down on the chair in front of you, her purse settling on the table. “I thought you were with Hayoung.”
“I was. She’s right over there.” She points the straw behind you, aiming it near the music booth where Hayoung was talking with the DJ. “You know how much she likes these types of songs.”
“That still doesn’t explain what you two are doing here.” You return Hayoung’s enthusiastic wave with a shy, confused one before turning back to Jiwon, who’s already taking a sip of your milkshake, that glint in her eye that makes you narrow your eyes.
The next few words that came out of her mouth make you wanna—
“Does my honey not wanna see me?” She asks in this cutesy tiny little voice that makes your eyes widen, your head leaning back in, and your entire being thrown off balance. “Even after I dressed up like this for him?”
“Jiwon, what the fuck are you saying–” You can’t even continue your line of thought because she starts pouting, and that really starts to confuse the fuck out of you because you don’t know whether you like seeing that look from her or not.
“Hmph!” She makes a face. The type that looks cute and adorable, the type that makes your heart beat faster, the type that makes you want to puke at the second hand embarrassment you’re getting. “My honey doesn’t love me anymore!”
“Please stop, you’re making me cringe.” You let out. It’s a self-defense mechanism to protect your heart from whatever the fuck she’s trying to do.
“I was being cute!” She screams, drawing a few looks from the nearby people and making her mouth a ‘Sorry’ with a little peace sign and a bashful laugh before looking back at you.
“Besides, you like it when I act cute. Don’t think I didn’t see it.” She grins, taking another sip of the milkshake.
“You’re seeing things.” You retort. “And don’t think you can get away with not answering my question.”
“What question?” She tilts her head, the lights shadowing her face. And all you do is give a blank stare and a raised eyebrow to avoid thinking about how beautiful she looks, from the way she’s dressed to her cute dimple on her face.
“The question.” You reiterate. “You know, the one I asked you earlier?”
She hums, before batting her eyelashes and placing her hands on her chin. “Remind me?”
You sigh. “What are–”
“–I doing here?” She finishes, giggling, dimples showing. She dips her spoon into the shake, scooping up a piece of ice cream from the glass and holds it out towards you.
“Say ‘ah’ first.” She grins. You can smell the roses on her arm.
You blink, once towards the spoon, another towards her. “You’re joking.”
“Come on.” She drags, nudging the spoon even more. The smell is intoxicating. “Indulge me a little, honey.”
“No, Jiwon.” A shake of your head. Honey’s starting to sound really nice though.
“Pretty please?” Her pout’s back in full swing, doing her cute act of tilting her head, giving you those irresistible puppy eyes and the child-like voice airing out of her lips. “Just one, honey?”
Normally you’d say no. It’s the easiest thing in the world to say. One word. One syllable.
But everything about her is just messing you up in all the good, the bad, the her ways from the moment she sat down.
And so, you cave in.
“Only once.” You sigh before leaning in towards her.
She grins before feeding you, giggling as she pulls it away. Her scent still lingers around you.
“You fold so easy when I act cute.” She states, placing the spoon on her pouting lips, tongue slipping out before she winks at you. “I should take notes on these–”
You weren’t used to this type of Jiwon. She was playful, sure, but never flirty with you. She’d tease, yell, whatever. Thought it was all friendly banter at that point. And from the moment you knew her, she would never, ever, act like this for you.
And you honestly thought she swung the other way judging from the looks she gives Hayoung on occasion. Or how she touches Jisun. And how well she knows Chaeyoung a little too much.
It was really, painfully obvious when she was with Miyeon. She even cried happy (or was it sad?) tears when she found out Miyeon got together with one of her coworkers. That ‘New Girl from Japan’ that Jiwon says everyone likes because of how bubbly she is.
But maybe you were wrong about her. And you don’t know what that means for you or for her.
“So,” You cough, gulping, praying that she doesn’t catch you like a nervous mess because of her. She’d never let it go. “Would you mind answering my question now?”
“Fine, fine.” She rummages through her purse a bit before she takes out a piece of paper. “I’m sitting here all dressed up, for this.”
She places it down, and the number is practically screaming out of it.
Twenty.
Two. Zero.
Oh.
“Oh, he says.” She giggles, chin resting on her palm. You were starting to like the sound of it coming out of her. “Didn’t expect it to be me?”
“I never really thought you were into these types of things.” You answer, eyes still focused on the stub. “And I thought you said you were going clubbing with Hayoung.”
“Technically, this is a club.” She replies, eyes dancing around the room. “And I was with Hayoung when we came in.”
“Did you also set yourself up as my blind date?”
“That was more of a group effort.” She smiles, tongue out and all. “Chae started it.”
“That’s now how blind dates are supposed to work.” You sigh—you’ve been doing that a lot.
“You didn’t know I was your date, so it’s still a blind date, honey.” She flicks the heart on her headband. “Besides, the look on your face is so worth the effort.”
“You are crazy.” You laugh despite yourself. This was not how you expected your night to go.
“Maybe.” She grins. All dimples and teeth and crescent eyes. “Maybe I just wanted to spend my Valentines with you.”
You should have said something. Asked about the real reason she’s your date and not someone random. Why she went through all this trouble for you.
But you don’t know if you’re ready to hear the answer just yet. Besides, she’s done enough things today for you to put that on the back burner right now.
“Thanks for saving me, I guess.” You let out a smile of your own. Small, tired, content.
“You’re welcome!” She takes another scoop of ice cream. Grand, excited, happy. “Now enjoy this milkshake with me.”
“Only if you tell me how you all of you set this up.” Whether this was an excuse to keep things light or you wanted to hear her voice, you’ll never know.
“Deal.”
She starts rambling about how Chaeyoung found out that a mutual friend was helping out organize the entire event. How Hayoung decided to ‘volunteer’ and help out so that she can thumb down your names. How she convinced—screamed at, but semantics—you to attend the event.
You listened to all of it. Every crack in her voice when she giggles, every change in tone whenever she tries impersonating one of her friends. You don’t even notice that the milkshake’s almost gone.
You could watch her ramble on about things that could make your brain hurt like those brainrot memes that were blowing up all over the place and you’d take all of it and sit there with a smile–
Oh. Oh.
“–So now all I had to do was show up and look pretty while you gawk at how beautiful I am.”
“I wasn’t gawking.” You splutter, avoiding her gaze. You definitely weren’t.
Surely.
“Uh-huh.” She smirks. “Didn’t you look like this–”
She starts making faces, pretending to be you when she first sat down. She looked adorably stupid doing it.
“I wasn’t that bad.” You laugh, flicking the spoon at her.
“I dunno.” She laughs with you, leaning back. “You were pretty bad at hiding it.”
You fall into a comfortable silence, and all that’s left is her smile, the music, and those little flutters in your chest that you used to have way back when. Her lips break into a grin, and her eyes light up.
You feel as if you could lose yourself in them.
Then she speaks, spoon raised and pointed towards you.
You realize: you’re right back at square one.
“Happy Valentines, you idiot.”
Falling in love.
“Yeah.” You smile, a shake of your head accompanying the spoon that you’re holding. You clink it together with hers.
“Happy Valentines, Jiwon.”
