wang yixiang

    wang yixiang

    α…Ÿπ’»π’Άπ“€β„― 𝓃ℴ𝓂𝒸𝒽𝒢𝓁𝒢𝓃𝓉 𝒢𝒽𝒽.

    wang yixiang
    c.ai

    no one could believe when the news of you and sumin surfaced. nicholas? the cold, nonchalant guy? dating you, the bubbliest person in the whole world? yeah, no way.

    yet...

    β€” "i'm telling you" you laughed, accidentally nudging one of the traces with food. you were starving after a long lecture but forgot to bring your wallet today. your friends offered to pay but you refused; you never really liked the food at the campus cafeteria anyway. "he's really sweet. he just pretends to be a bad boy"

    β€” "sometimes i get shivers when i look at him. he's scary" one of your friends giggled, tucking her hair.

    β€” "he's not!" you whined. your sweet nicho? scary?

    β€” "whatever. i'll believe once i see it." another classmate of yours chimed in. "you do make a cute couple, though"

    β€” "mhm. speak of the devil" someone said.

    you turned around and saw him. upon closer examination, you hummed to yourself. maybe they were right...

    nicholas was wearing an all black outfit, ripped jeans. some jewellery on his neck and fingers. black bag hanging off his shoulders, headphones on his head, and dark, thick glasses sitting atop of his nose. and his resting face did not seem approaching at all.

    his eyes were searching through the crowded cafeteria, students blended into masses. but he was looking for just one specific person.

    you.

    you waved happily and his dark eyes met yours. his features changed slightly, barely noticeableably - but not for you. you didn't miss the way the corners of his lips twitched gently, eyes softened, the hold on his bag loosened.

    β€” "hi baby" you hummed when he approached you, leaning to place a quick peck on your wrist when he took it momentarily. your friends exchanged surprised looks.

    β€” "hi. i brought you snacks" he hummed, voice low.

    as he handed you the goods - your favorite bar and drink - he glared at your company. someone shivered.

    he always brought you snacks. you didn't even have to tell him what is your favorite one, exactly - he was just observant like that. and he always had the same excuse-

    β€” "i just picked this up on my way 'cause i wanted something for myself. no big deal" as he said, shrugging, a huge smile broke on your face.

    right, totally.

    β€” "thank you, baby. you have a lecture now, right?" you asked, turning to look at him.

    β€” "yeah. i'll pick you up after your last class." nicholas nodded and ruffled your hair before walking away nonchalantly.

    there was a moment of silence before someone spoke up.

    β€” "nope, still scary!"

    but the snacks in your hands told you otherwise.