This was a horrible idea. You knew it the moment you stepped out of your apartment building. As you walked, each step hammered the thought into your head. Yet, you didn’t turn around. Your legs carried you forward while you thought about all the reasons you definitely shouldn’t be going to the park like you had agreed to last night.
Cold air whips against your face despite your best efforts to hide behind your scarf and your hands had already sapped all warmth from the coffee you’d picked up along the way. Sighing, you shift against the cold metal of the bench in an attempt to find a spot left untouched by frost. Not that it really mattered at this point, you were ready to give up on the possibility that you’d ever be warm again.
Until you felt arms wrap around your shoulders from behind.
“Good morning.” His breath fans across your cheek and it felt like the sun had finally fought through the clouds to shine down on you. When your eyes find his, you know why you had come out and ignored everything telling you not to. You would fight the world just to see Kwon Jiyong smile.
“Morning,” you reply softly. How did he always manage to leave you breathless? He didn’t even have to do anything. You could be across the room from him and make eye contact for a second and your heart would be pounding against your ribcage and threatening to escape. Imagine the stress your heart was under now as he sat beside you on the bench and tugged you into his embrace.
“Have you been waiting long?” Jiyong absent-mindedly presses soft kisses to your cheek while he hugs you. One of his hands runs up and down your arm while the other holds you at the base of your spine. “You feel so cold,” his brows scrunch together with worry as he pulls away slightly to give you a once over.
“At this point I’m more ice than human.” Your lips pucker out in a pout and your boyfriend’s expression quickly turns into one of amusement.
“Well then,” he laughs, “let’s go thaw you out.” Jiyong peels one hand away from your coffee cup and drags you off the bench. You allow him to lead you along with an overly dramatic sigh. As the two of you leave the park, you drop your empty cup into a trash bin and take advantage of your free hand to wrap yourself around Jiyong’s arm. Though you can’t see his lips through the black face mask he’s wearing, you know he’s smiling at you.
“Ji,” you whine, drawing out the vowel and raising the pitch of your voice.
“Mm?” His head tilts slightly and you can just manage to make out one of his eyebrows raised in question beneath the rim of his hat.
“Let’s just go home. We can watch a movie and cuddle and I’ll even make popcorn.” Jiyong shakes his head slightly and you feel his hand tighten around yours.
“Are you really so ashamed of me that you can’t bear being out in public?” His voice is light and teasing but you’re still quick to correct him.
“Of course not! It’s just,” you glance around and lower your voice, “even with the get-up you’re bound to get recognized and I don’t want you to have to worry about that.” To your surprise, Jiyong just laughs at your words.
“Jagi, do you really think I’d ask you to spend the day out with me with no plans to avoid fans and the press?” His laughter makes your heart do a little flip in your chest and you can’t manage to do anything other than stare at him with your mouth hanging slightly open as his smile makes his eyes crinkle in the way that you love. “We’re going on a normal date in the least normal way possible,” he tells you after his laughter has died down.
“What does that me-” you start to question him but he silences you by dropping his forehead to your shoulder and groaning.
“Y/N, please! Trust me on this one, okay? Don’t make me ruin the surprise.” Thirty more questions bubbled to the front of your mind at his words, but you bite down on your lower lip to stop them from being vocalized. If he wanted you to be surprised so badly, then you would let him surprise you.
You walk for a while with no idea of what your destination could be. Just as you open your mouth to complain about your legs being tired, your boyfriend turns and tugs you inside of a small storefront. It was so sudden that you didn’t get a chance to look at the sign to see where you were. There’s an older woman peeking out from a window that leads into what you assume is a kitchen because of the sounds and smells coming from the space, and Jiyong leaves your side to speak with her.
The interior is warm and inviting, the kind of place you could easily spend hours in and feel right at home. The walls were a soft yellow, and one was full of framed photographs that drew your attention. You drift over to inspect them when Jiyong came back to you. The woman he had been speaking with comes out from the kitchen and patters to the entrance. You watch in confusion as she takes a key from her apron and locks the door. She starts to pull down curtains to cover the glass before you turn to Jiyong for an explanation.
He flashes you a toothy smile before he pulls you in front of him. You let out a soft cry of protest when he uses his hands to cover your eyes.
“I haven’t even done the surprising yet, hush.” Jiyong’s lips brush against your ear and his breath sends shivers down your spine. His position against your back allows him to feel the effect he has on you and you feel your face redden at the realization. As you contemplate how to get back at your boyfriend for this embarrassment, Jiyong carefully guides you to a small room closed off from the one you had just been in.
You only stumble over your feet twice before Jiyong’s elbows gently press down onto your shoulders and you find yourself sitting onto a comfortable chair.
“Surprise!” You take in the scene in front of you after Jiyong moves his hands away from your eyes. This room was the same color as the main room, and you figured it was extra seating for if the shop was busy. Fairy lights you had bought for your last anniversary dinner were strung up along the walls and served as the only light in the room. A tiered metal rack sat on the table in front of you and held all of your favorite pastries and desserts. Behind the rack are a few glass coffee pots and matching cups. The last thing your eyes fall on as you scan the table is a flat black box sitting on your plate.
“Jiyong…” Your voice trails off as you struggle to come up with words to describe how you’re feeling.
“You always talk about much you love American cafés, so I rented one out and thought I might as well go all out,” Jiyong pours some coffee into a cup and sets it in front of you as he talks. He had taken off his mask and hat while you weren’t paying attention, and he looked so soft and boyfriend-like that your heart went into overdrive for the millionth time since you had woken up this morning. Jiyong laughs as you just stare at him. “You’re so cute,” he hums, a hand reaching across the table to softly skim his fingers across your cheek. Your body reacts immediately and leans into his touch. You earn another laugh from him and he drops his hand to tap on the box you had neglected. “Aren’t you going to open it?” His voice is reminiscent of the lights around you: light and twinkling with an unspoken promise.
Still too shocked to speak you nod and draw your bottom lip between your teeth. You brush your hands over the box to feel the smooth material before you open it . Jiyong hungrily watches your face for your reaction when you see the necklace he had bought for you.
“Ji,” you start, unsure how to finish your sentence. A part of you hates the cheesiness of the entire situation, but the larger part wants to cry with the overwhelming emotion flooding your system. You carefully lift the silver chain to inspect the pendant. It’s some abstract design that’s very sparkly and very cliché and you love it. “Jiyong I can’t believe you planned all this.” After a second you lower the necklace to look at him. “I can’t believe I almost convinced myself not to come out today.”
“What?” Jiyong’s eyebrows shoot up and he scoffs.
“Nevermind, just get over here and help me put this on.” You lift the necklace again and fondly play with the little piece of metal. Jiyong laughs again, and you will never get used to the way the sound affects you. Of course your heart stutters, but at this point you’ve just accepted that you’ll be living in a state of constant cardiac turmoil as long as Kwon Jiyong is your boyfriend.
His laugh also sends a heat through your body that reminds you of the you hugged him and he buried his face in your hair and kissed the top of your head after murmuring his first ‘I love you’.
His laugh reminds you of stealing his favorite jacket and earning his best neck kisses as he told you how much better you looked in it than him.
His laugh reminds you of all the reasons you love him, and after Jiyong secured the jewelry around your neck, you spin and kiss him with such a ferocious passion that he has to reach out and grab the table to steady himself. You smile as you draw away from him. Jiyong’s eyes stay closed for a few seconds before they flutter open and you observe the way they pick up the light and sparkle.
“What was that for?” A grin stretches across his face and he lightly presses his lips to yours a few more times before you can answer him.
You smile at him for a while and trace his face with your fingers. He only moves to occasionally kiss your wrist or lean into your touch like you had with his, and the two of you share a moment like you had a thousand times before, but somehow still feels like the first time. You answer him when the words come to you.
“For ruining my resting heart rate.”
Jiyong smiles and, forget the sun, it’s like a star exploding and the light breaking through the atmosphere and blinding you.
This is by far the cutest & most fun clear file I found of him. Being a
Texas girl, well I couldn’t resist getting it. Oh my…what did this kitty do to suddenly be WANTED? He is a yokai and
already dead…One of my favorite Youkai Watch finds!
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