or nah - zhang yixing

|twelve|

hyo-sonn glanced around at everyone in front of her and even turned around just in case he somehow managed to get behind her. before long, she felt a tap on her shoulder and a man standing in front of her. he held up his phone, which looked to be dialing her number when her own phone started vibrating in her hand. 

when she searched over his features, trying to find a feature she recognized, and caught his dimple and dark hair. jokingly, she answered her phone with him standing across from her. 

"miss me already yixing?" 

"just wanting to make sure that you were actually you. because damn. you thought i was cute? you look beautiful." 

"now hang up the phone and tell me that properly yixing." 

both hung up with one another and hyo-sonn watched as yixing's eyes glanced her over and lingered around the features of her face. he broke the silence first. "so we finally meet." 

"yep. i finally get to meet the guy who messaged me at three in the morning thinking i was his ex-girlfriend." 

yixing put a hand behind his neck and looked down at his feet. "and i'm still really sorry about that." 

"no worries man. but i do have a question for you." 

"you seem to have a lot of those." 

"and you're still a smart ass when we actually meet. but i was going to ask. why'd you use that line out of that song?" 

yixing physically cringed before taking a few steps ahead of her and motioning her along. "well, maybe if you give me a few hours of your time, i just might tell you." 

hyo-sonn caught up to him when he stuck out his arm for her. shyly looping her arm through his, she giggled, "a bit forward aren't we?"

"well, considering everything, why wouldn't i be?" 

"touché zhang yixing. touché." 

"damn that feels good to hear you actually say my name. you should do that more often." 

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what the fuck did i just write 😂😂