#I redrew that shoe five times

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Commission done for @superblysublimecreation/@decayed-corpse of their character Vince!

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Too good at being friends | K.Y.

Kang Yeosang x reader | angstish fluff

♬ - EX by Kiana Ledé

“I’m sorry could you...oh hi.” You could only stare up at him, at a loss of words.

“Uhm...hi.”

You hadn’t expected to run into him, as no one expects to run into their ex. Yeosang scratched his neck awkwardly, eyes flitting over your face in the speed of light. It was uncomfortable, the vibe between the two of you, not tense but awkward. Like you would expect it would be, between two people who once knew so much about each other and now suddenly so little.

Finally, you cleared your throat.

“Sorry but could you move aside a little bit I just need to get some crackers...” Yeosang frowned confused. What did your crackers have do with him?

“They’re behind you.” You sighed, a small smile tugging on your lips now. He’s always been a bit daft around you, a tad oblivious. That much hadn’t changed. But his hair had, it was now a bit longer and dyed in a dark shade, parted neatly in the middle. It looked good on him, really.

“O-oh right, I’m sorry, sorry.” He stuttered out immediately, a lovely shade of pink creeping up his neck and blossoming on his cheeks. “Sorry.” He mumbled again, giving you free way to your crackers.

“Hey uhm I...sorry but could you help me with something, just quickly. If you have time and...” you smiled reassuringly at him, stopping his nervous ramble.

“How can I help?” He took a relieved breath before fumbling a crumpled up piece of paper out of his pocket.

“I can’t read Joong’s handwriting. He’s not checking his phone, I texted him like five times already but...” you took the paper from his fingers and carefully flattened it out against your leg.

“Just because you’ve always been able to read it.” Yeosang added much too late, way too quiet. You’ve heard it though, you remembered.

“I think...he meant pajeon. Or maybe…no I’m pretty sure. Does he mean the mix or are you supposed to buy the ingredients?“ Yeosang shrugged helplessly.

„I have no idea…but knowing Hongjoong-hyung he’d probably have the mix? Or maybe someone actually wants to give it a shot…I don’t know.“ you tilted your head. “Well I’m no expert but I’m sure you’d need eggs and maybe...wheat flour?” Yeosang considered for a second.

“I mean...I could look up a recipe but...” you chuckled lightly before gently grabbing his arm and pulling him towards where Yeosang suspected the ready-mixtures were.

“Let’s not make a fuss. I’m sure no one actually has the time to prepare them in the first place, not from scratch anyways. I mean with your comeback approaching and all...” Yeosang almost tripped over his own feet.

“You know about our comeback?” You turned your face away immediately, slightly embarrassed dropping his arm. Of course you had, it had almost haunted you. Wherever you looked you’ve seen promotions and your YouTube recommendations were full with it.

And besides, you would’ve kept up with them anyways...but that was a different story.

“Yeah.” Was all you mumbled, shying away from his eyes now. Yeosang could feel his heart skip a beat at your confession before he followed you quickly.

It didn’t even take the two of you ten minutes of talking to catch up. Everything you said and did seemed to snap back into an old, familiar rhythm, like two pendulums falling in perfect sync with each other.

„Not in a million years, Kang!“ You laughed, smacking the package of chocolate drops out of his hands. He grinned smugly, quickly holding them up so you wouldn’t reach them.

“You like them!“ You huffed, trying to get them out of his hands again. „I don’t think you understand the concept of being a broke student living alone in a flat for two.“ Yeosang frowned lightly. „Those bills don’t pay themselves alone and chocolate drops are not helping.“ His frown deepened. 
“Alone? What’s with your roommate…“ you sighed, giving the chase up.

“She moved in with her boyfriend a few weeks ago. I’m still looking for someone new…i’s getting too much to pay.“ You admitted with a simple shrug. Yeosang nodded slowly.

“You know…if you ever need help…“ you gave him a small smile. “Thanks Yeosang. I can make it, don’t worry. Now…“ he shook his head, throwing the package of sweets into his own shopping chart. “You’re not buying them for me, right?“ You asked a but suspicious and Yeosang just shrugged. “S’my chart isn’t it?“ And with that he pulled you along.

Yeosang didn’t just buy the candy for you, he bought all of your groceries without exception and without listening to your complaints and protests for one second. He just wrapped an arm around your shoulders and stared down at you until you decided to give up, flustered as you were.

You didn’t wanted to be his ex. The two of you were way to good at being friends and you were even better at being more than friends. Both of you knew this when you parted, in front the supermarket. He’d have to go right and you left. For a few seconds no one said anything, both of you just awkwardly stared at each others shoe tips.

“It was…really nice meeting you again.“ Yeosang finally admitted shyly, looking everywhere but you. You smiled softly, nodding a few times. “It really was fun. Please tell the boys I said hi. Maybe remind San to change his pillow case once in a while since he…“

“Keeps forgetting that when making his bed. I will.“ Yeosang gave you a small smile, a sad one, a smile filled with memories of what once had been.

“They miss you. Maybe…maybe come for lunch one day?“ A shadow of something flickered over your face and Yeosang quickly redrew his suggestion. “If you feel like it. I obviously understand it if you don’t feel like it. I mean it’s a stupid idea kinda anyways, I’m sorry.“ Yeosang could feel his cheeks burning in embarrassment and he’d rather have the earth swallow him whole than stand in front of you any longer.

“You know…I don’t think that it’s a stupid idea. I’d like to see them again. And you, of course.“ You were talking quiet and collected but there was a shy edge to your voice, and it melted Yeosang’s heart to a puddle.

“Really? I’m glad to hear that. Do you still have the same number…?“ You nodded lightly, briefly wondering how he could’ve saved you contact.

Was it just your name, plain, distanced and simple? Did he save you as: ‘don’t call’ like you had saved him under for some time? Or did he perhaps leave the small heart...well no probably not.

“Alright then...” you tried to shake the awkwardness from your shoulders and gave him a crooked smile. “You text me?” Yeosang nodded quickly.

“Sure will do. Unblock me tho.” He added with a cheeky wink and you gasped, hitting his arm.

“I never blocked your number! What are you talking about!” He just giggled in response and went in for a hug.

“I was just joking.”

You hummed into the fabric of his jacket and perhaps stayed a little longer in his arms than necessary. “Thank you for paying. I’ll pay you back tho, you just wait.”

Yeosang’s shoulders shook lightly as he laughed and he pulled you tighter for a second before letting go.

“Whatever you say.”

Walking away from each other felt as awkward as running into each other and you had to stop yourself from turning back around to look at him go. Finally, the urge was too strong and you swiftly whipped around to spare a small glance at him - just to see that he must’ve had the same idea. Your eyes met and widened simultaneously before he decided to bow his head a bit, sending you heart pulse spiralling upwards. When he turned back around and kept on walking. Walking away from you...the scene seemed familiar. But this time, this time you knew that he hadn’t tears running down his face. You looked down at your bag of groceries.

Matter of fact, you hadn’t either.

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