#and who courageously allows himself to be loved when its offered. wah.

[mokutone]

somewhere a switch flipped. suddenly you want to like people. you want to be liked. you want to be of use to these people who are becoming precious to you, not just for your own survival, but for their happiness

[imaginefeawakening]

Thank you @tcongdraws so so so so much for drawing such a lovely cover art!!! It inspired me to give some love for the Hoshidan Princes and for our endearing Prince Chrom! Please check this post throughout Halloween for additions~ You may request prompts here or at @imaginefefates

Takumi: He spent hours being too self-conscious to even put his costume on. With a lot of puffing him up, she’d got him to shed his shyness and try it on. “Hey,” he turned around as he examined himself in the mirror. “Not bad.”

“See?” she puffed out her cheek and hugged him from behind. “You gave me a headache for no reason.”

“I’m a prince. I can’t go out looking like a fool.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before,” she grumbled under her breath. 

He pouted. “I heard that.” Thankfully, he was easily placated with a few kisses. “Well...shall we get going?”

“Yeah...hey, you didn’t tell me what you think of my outfit.” This time, Corrin was the one to pout. Takumi grinned and rest his hands on her shoulders. “You’re not so  bad yourself.”

“That’s all? Come on Takumi, we’ve been married this long, stop getting shy.”

“Fine,” his ears pinked. “You look really, really….hot.” She was expecting pretty, or cute. This was indeed out of left field.

“Takumi…” her ears were redder than his.

“What? We’ve been married this long, stop getting shy.” He had a shit-eating grin that tempted her to mess with his face. They continued ribbing and teasing each other until they’d arrived at the ‘haunted’ manor. It loomed tall and menacing, and it looked entirely too pointy, in his opinion. There was also a suspicious amount of fog around it for what was otherwise a clear night. Was he the only one that felt the intense sense of dread? Takumi gulped and looked at Corrin with unease. “Hey….I don’t think they’ve got candy here…”

“It’s Old Hallows Eve, Takumi. Don’t you want a little excitement? A spooky atmosphere would be perfect.”

“Haven't you had enough excitement for a lifetime? What with jumping down cliffs and all that…” He grumbled for a little while longer, until they’d reached the manor. “You know, I doubt it’s even open—“ His voice trailed off as she carelessly opened the door and pushed forward. The door groaned ominously, and Takumi swallowed.

“You can hold my hand if you’re scared…” Corrin grinned at him and patted his cheek.

His lips pushed into a pout, but he took her offer in the guise of holding it so she wouldn’t get scared. With that settled, they wandered further inside, to Takumi’s dismay. They strolled through the parlor and examined the dusty tomes. “Ooh these are interesting…” Corrin picked one up to show Takumi, who proceeded to begin sneezing.

“Ahh...ahh—choo!” He sneezed, and just then the fireplace came alight with life, albeit for a moment. “Wah!” He leapt and hugged Corrin with all his might. “Wh—what was that?!”

She cocked her head to the side. “What was what, Takumi?”

“The fireplace! It’s lit—huh?”

Just like that, it was dark and dusty, not even a single wisp of smoke remained. Takumi dared not look at her expression. “I swear…”

“You might be a little too spooked...let’s go somewhere else.”

He took “somewhere else” to mean somewhere outside and as freedom. He did not expect it to be even deeper into the mansion. Corrin sat down at a piano and began playing the piece on the left behind sheet music. “Ah this is a duet...can you play, Takumi?”

“‘Fraid not,” he mumbled as he looked around the room. He was poking around the room to keep his mind off how creepy it all was. Just act like it was an old part of the palace...yeah...he chuckled nervously and looked down at the ground. “Huh…” it looked different than from all the other tiles. He curiously nudged the center with his foot and was about to greatly regret doing so.

Corrin bit her lip as the piano harmonized with her. “How are the other notes playing...I think we should get out of here, Takumi.” She stood up and looked around for her husband. “Takumi? Takumi! Where are you?” She hurried around the room until she came upon a giant hole in the ground. “T—Takumi…?” He couldn’t possibly have….

“Don’t you want a little excitement?” He called out mockingly, though his voice was so wracked with terror that his sarcasm came out as weak whimper. “A spooky atmosphere would be perfect! Aha...ha…..ha…..sniffle…”

Oh dear. He’s lost it. “I’ll save you Takumi, hold on!”

“I’ll be here...in the dark...and cold…” He continued to whine as she ran around looking for some very, very long rope. She ran from one end to the manor to the other, with no such luck. Perhaps it would be better just to find where he was imprisoned and free him there. As the thought occurred to her, a white puppy with droopy ears nipped at her feet.

“Oh hello!” she knelt down to scratch behind its ear. “Do you know where I could find my husband?”

It barked in what she hoped was affirmation. With a wag of its tail, it lead her down into the basement to catacombs she didn’t think even existed. It was frightening but she had decided to trust the young canine. It was her biggest lead to finding Takumi after all.

They’d finally arrived at a row of jail cells, and sure enough, Takumi was gripping at the bars and shaking like a child. Corrin groped around in the dark for the keys, and freed him immediately. “Corrin!” he just about bawled and flung his arms around her neck. “I thought I was going to die in there.”

“I wouldn’t have let that happen..my poor dear, are you hurt?”

“My ass is completely sore…”

“You seem to be fine,” she sighed in relief. “Let’s go home now..” A faint grumbling from him signaled his assent and they went back upstairs. When they reached the landing Corrin had stopped to thank the pup, but it had vanished. She thought it better to not question it, and they made their way outside to the refreshing, crisp air.  

“Worst. Idea. Ever,” he complained as he cling to her arm.

“I’m sorry...what would you like to do instead.”

“Well...were all dressed up...you can, ahem, spoil me once we get home.” He nudged her shoulder with his, his crooked smile slowly returning.

“...Takumi…”

“Hey!” he huffed. “I nearly died back there!”

She smiled and kissed his cheeks, slightly darkened by soot.

“I know. I just wondered how you’ve got such a one-track-mind, dear.”

“I told you, you look hot in that,” he insisted, and grinned as she blushed once more. He recovered back to his usual sassy self by the time they went home, and wasted no time asking for kisses and special treatment once they made it to the safety of their bedroom.

Chrom: “Oh,” he looked down at himself with great amusement. “This is less...freeing as usual.”

“Bear with having both sleeves intact for a night,” Robin said with mirth. She’s careful to not poke at his fashion sense so much, but Chrom pouts anyway.

“Be nice. What am i, again?” he rubbed at the pointy teeth you’ve saddled him with, she swatted at his hand.

“Hey, it took a while to get those on. You’re a vampire, Chrom.”

“‘’Tis a strange beast indeed. Doesn’t look frightful other than how, erm, exposing it is.” The way he covered his arms was reminiscent of a maiden guarding her chastity, and she giggled at the resemblance. His collarbone was displayed handsomely, in your opinion, and she told him just that.

“Ah. What else could I have expected from you, Robin.” He laughed, and then examined her outfit. “Whoa there.” She smiled innocently, just as he finally took in what she was wearing. He swallowed hard, and his eyes widened comically. “W-well I see you’re showing a fair amount of skin yourself….” His eyes lingered at her cleavage until a flick on his forehead brought him back to his senses.

“Chrom. Relax.”

“But…”

“I’m yours, despite how deep my neckline plunges.”

“I...ahem, I see. And what exactly are you?”

“A devil.”

He mumbles something under his breath that probably earned a smack or two on the head. But she let it pass. “Now, shall we go, my vampire?”

“Yes, my little devil,” he said, his eyes back to her chest.

“Perhaps you’re the devil here,” she rolled her eyes, but allowed him to keep an arm around her waist.

“Maybe I’ll show you later.”

-

After a few hours of trick-or-treating with little Lucina (who was a little ladybug, courtesy of Frederick’s tailoring skills), her parents had dropped her back home to sleep so they could have a little more fun of their own.

“So...I’ve always been curious about these. But Frederick would never let me do this...he’d pull back me and Lissa by the ear and lecture us about the consequences of kidnapping.”

“I expect that his purse wouldn’t be able to afford your ransom. A test of courage, huh? I don’t recall ever doing one. This’ll be a first for the two of us.”

“Brave enough?”

“For the both of us,” said Robin airily as they went hand in hand to the spooky woods on the outskirts of Ylisse. It was eerie, and a very small shrine sat at the entrance. Chrom pointed to it with a hopeful look. It was then, that Robin realized, that he actually looked nervous.

“A shrine...that’s a good sign, yes?” He smiled confidently, but there was no hiding the sweat drops that dripped down his neck.

“Chrom, I doubt there’s any ghosts actually here.” She pulled him into the forest with no fear, his clammy hand wrapped tightly in hers. The first ‘test’ was a hollow pumpkin wrapped in white scraps of fabric and paper that swung around in circles by propulsion of the wind. Robin had to admit that she was startled, but Chrom, ever reliable, jumped in front of her and swung out his sword,  slicing the pumpkin in two. “I think that was one of the decorations…” Robin coughed, her hand on her heart still.

Chrom turned to look at her slowly, as he sheathed his sword. The now skewered pumpkin rolled around pathetically at their feet. They shared a nod and scuried forward before someone discovered that their hard work is now mush on the ground. Bits of pumpkin guts squelched beneath Chrom’s boots, and his nose wrinkled with distaste. Just as he opened his mouth to complain, something hit the back of his head. “What the?!” He turned on his heel to look for his assailant, but all he saw was darkness, and now a thing fog, for miles ahead. He looked up at the trees, and spotted no one either. Nonetheless, he tightened his hold on Robin, his jaw set and his feet rooted in a defensive stance.

“What is it Chrom?” Robin tilted her head to the side.

“Something just hit my head…” He picked up a pumpkin slice and showed it to her.

“Someone’s really mad at us huh...Maybe we should go ba--” Before she could finish her sentence, a large gust of wind blew over them, The crickets stopped chirping and a wolf howled in the distance.

“M-maybe just some elwind magic..?” Chrom offered hopefully.

“This is no work of a tome,” said an ominous voice from above.

“Ch-Chrom...was that you…” Robin clung to his side and looked upwards. She needn’t look at him to see the frightful shake of his head.

“There’s...no such thing. This is a prank. There’s no such thing, there’s no such--”

“What do you want, a new pumpkin? We’ll wrap it nicely for you if you leave us alone.” Another gust passed and they screamed. Chrom and Robin clung to each other for dear life, though he had taken out his sword again.

“You will do no harm to my wife! We’ve defeated a dragon, and we can take you on. That said--” He scooped up Robin rather dashingly, and ran at an inhumanely fast speed. “We’ll be taking our leave--”

“Just run, Chrom, run!”

They tried to run back to where they started, but a few more swinging pumpkins blocked their path and they had to backtrack. They returned to following the arrows to go out the other way but after a while of running they had realized they had passed the same moss covered rock about six times.

“It’s hopeless, Chrom. We should sit down and think of a plan…” She hopped down from his arms and kissed him gently to thank him for carrying her around the whole time.  

“Y-you want to stay here longer?!” His eyes darted nervously as though they were to be attacked at any moment.

“Well...we haven’t made much progress just running aimlessly….Let’s go find that stone again...perhaps we’ll find a way north out of here.” She took Chrom’s hand and they wandered aimlessly until they found their goal. Common sense was on their side finally, and they began seeing the light outside the forest.

“Finally, a way out of this hellish pls—AAARGH—“ Chrom scooped up Robin once more and least backwards, though he brandished with Falchion with a determined finesse. “H-Halt!” he said to a silhouette that was marching towards them.

Robin took out a pocket tome of thunder, and aimed it towards the spooky figure. “We’re not afraid to use this!” She spoke with a shaky bravado, and they heard an all too familiar sigh.

“Milady. Milord. It would do good not to dismember your knight.” It was a very, very weary Frederick who held Gaius and Henry by the ear. “I believe these two scoundrels have been harassing you?”

“You!!” Robin glared daggers at Gaius. “You’re the reason I lost years of my life? And what say you, Henry?”

“All the kiddies went home, so I couldn’t scare ‘me anymore.”

“And they stopped giving out candy...I got chased out with a rolling pin. So we got bored. And knew you were coming here.”

Frederick was the next to offer his explanation. “I pried it out of Lissa. Milord. I told you, you might get spirited away here. And did you listen? And you’ve endangered your wife too. You should be good examples for Lucina.”

“Never mind that...yet,” Chrom added hurriedly under the intensity of Frederick’s stare. “How did you find them..while we were running for our lives.”

“No one messes with Frederick,” Gaius said, still looking like a dog who’d gotten caught marking his territory on the furniture.

Robin glared at him again, with a look that said that he would regret messing with her. “Let’s...let’s just go home.”

“Agreed.” Chrom mumbled, holding his wife close to him. As the others nodded along, a strong gust of wind passed over them. The pair glanced at Henry who looked as perplexed as he did. “Cut it out with the elwin’s…”

“Nya ha! Elwind? I’m just the pumpkin decorating guy.”

Gaius claimed innocence as well.

“Wait then...the voice in the forest…”

A horrifying realization came to them, and it was then that they only had one option.

“RUUUUUUUUUUUN!”

Ryoma: After a long night out and about, the royal couple had just returned to their quarters. Ryoma, dressed as a Tengu, had begun to change out of his robes and discard his wings. But Corrin stopped him just as he’s exposed his torso.

“Wait...I like you like this.” She smiled and hugged his waist, and rest her cheek against his sculpted chest. “Stay dressed up a little longer?”

“Ah my cute witch...how can I deny such a request.” With warm eyes, he gazed at her. He slowly bent down to meet her height, and just as he cupped her chin for a kiss…

Bang! Went a noise outside their door.

“E—eek!” Corrin hid inside his robes. “Wh—what was that?”

“Let’s find out...ah, you’ll need to…” He gently pried her face away so he could tie his robes back. “Will you wait here?” She shook her head and held his hand. “Then we go together.” He squeezed it reassuringly as they slid open their bedroom door and ventured outside, each taking a weapon in hand on their way out.

On the floor was a grimly red splotch of red. “Blood…” Corrin whispered, her eyes wide.

“Mm...perhaps we’ve an assailant in our midst? Stay close to me, love.” He switched from holding her hand to keeping a protective arm around her, as they crept through the hallway.

“Do you think anyone’s…” She glanced back at the stain with worried eyes. Ryoma gave a quick squeeze of her shoulder to reassure her.

“It’s too light to have been anything too serious. don’t worry, everyone here is far too capable to be cut down.” He gently pecked her head and smiled st her, though she didn’t miss the slight strain in his eyes.

Another band came from just a little down the hallway, and the two broke into a sprint. Following that was some yelling and thumping noises that sank their stomachs.

There was another bang, and they discovered that these noises were resounding from Kana and Shiro’s room. They wasted no time and charged in, their swords ready to decapitate anyone who dared harm their children.

Instead they found Kana and Shiro shrieking and hugging each other, both staring into the ends of their parents swords. “Uncle, uncle!” Shiro shouts, pushing Kana behind him.

Ryoma and Corrin immediately lowered their swords and exhaled in relief, before proceeding to regard their children with stern stares. “Just what are the two of you up to? Do you know how scared we were? And why are you unprepared, should a real assassin have come you would be skewered in a matter of moments, is that any way to—“

“Easy,” Corrin put a hand on Ryoma’s chest to stop his tirade. “Children...do you have an explanation? What are those red stains, are you hurt?”

Kana bashfully showed a tray half full of raspberry tarts, some broken into crumbly pieces. “Sorry Mama...the firecrackers kept going off on our way here.”

“And we dropped our goods a few times,” Shiro pointed at their candy stashes.

“Well...all’s well that ends well...oh unfurrow that crease, Ryoma, it’s halloween.” Corrin stood on her tiptoe to smooth out the wrinkles on his brow. “And weren’t we going to have some fun, too?”

“Like what, mama?” piped up Kana and Shiro covered his ears, as the dutiful older brother he is.

“Never you mind. Now...good night then,” Shiro coughed awkwardly and kept holding on to Kana’s ears, Kana who wriggled around to free himself.

Ryoma and Corrin sighed in relief once more and returned to their room. They’d barely set foot in the room before Corrin returned to where they’d left off. “You should dress up like this more often, it suits you.”

“Would you prefer a tengu or a prince as your husband?”

“Why can’t I have both?” she smiled at him sweetly and slowly covered his jaw and neck with kisses. “This is my treat, for tonight.”

Fred: Frederick was adorably disgruntled. His brows furrowed together like usual, but this time with confusion rather than irritation. “Is this not a mere class change? Although you’ve...emphasized the sinister aspects.”

“Don’t you look dashing?” She messed with his pointy hood so it shadowed his face even more, and drew some whiskers on his face as a personal touch.

“I look like an evil sorcerer about to kidnap your first born and toss him into a cauldron. Boil, boil, toil and trouble,” he added in a deadpan.

“Then I’ll be sure to keep Morgan away from you, my scary husband.” Morgan was currently attending a small halloween party hosted by Lissa, who was in charge for taking care of everyone’s sprouts for the night.

“Do you think he’ll be fine? Should we go check on him?” Frederick’s worried ramblings began again, and she quickly hushed him with a soft kiss.

“Let him have his fun. He grew up well in one timeline already, no?” She smiled at him assuredly and kissed him once more. “Now then, shall we have a nice night in?”

They left out a bowl of candy to let the children help themselves to (little did they know that Gaius made off with the bowl when he stopped by their house). The lights were dark, and the only lighting that emanated windows were some well done jack-o-lanterns, carved courtesy of Frederick.

Robin and Frederick spend the evening huddled together under blankets, exchanging spooky tales. Some she’d heard from others, some Frederick had picked up over the years, and some that they spent a while crafting together. But the spookiest were most certainly Frederick’s. Before Chrom had seen any battles, Frederick quietly dealt with the horrors that had gone on in people’s lives. Scary occurrences with no explanation, ruthless monsters that murdered and tortured for fun. Just as Frederick finished his most frightening tale yet, it was time to go collect their little pumpkin from his patch. He stood up abruptly, as if on clockwork, and a high pitched yelp escaped Robin.

“S-sorry...I suppose I’m a bit jumpy…” She held a hand out so Frederick could help her on to her feet, though she still clung to his arm for balance.

“Good heavens,” he cupped her cheeks in his hands. “You look ghastly. I’m sorry...I didn’t think I would frighten you so much.” He stroked her hair gently, and carded through it until some color returned to her cheeks. Not wanting to appear childish, she smiled like her usual self, though it still wobbled a little bit when she remembered the more terrifying bits from his stories. “Perhaps I should get Morgan mysel--”

“No!” she yelled hard enough to make him flinch. “I--I mean, he’s expecting both of us, right? She clung to his arm and smiled nervously. “Can’t let him down.” Though it was apparent that she was frightened to be on her own, Frederick mercifully did not tease her one bit, and they strolled together in the dark. The children had mostly gone home, and there was a certain eeriness in the air, when surrounded by wooden goblins  and trolls. She was fidgety, despite how much Frederick rubbed her arm in reassuring circles. Mentally, he made the resolution to never scare her again, no matter how much she asked.

“Robin...are you…” Frederick had tried asking, when they heard a rustle.

She let out the loudest shriek when a cloaked figure moved in the bushes beside them. Frederick not missing a beat to protect his wife, clobbered the poor bastard who had chosen that unfortunate location to eat his goods. “H-hey ow! What the hell do you think you’re--?” Of course it was none other than Gaius, Gaius who still had the gall to hold the very bowl of candy he had snatched from their residence.

“Gaius! Why are you there?! And is that ours?”

“Candy break. And, nuh uh,” he said, quickly thrusting the bowl under his cloak.

“I carved our names into it. Hand it over.” He snatched back the wooden bowl that had become sticky from Gaius’s gorging. “Now go home, or I’ll have your wife hear about your mischief.” He gulped in response to that and quickly took his leave. Frederick’s shoulders slumped as he sighed, and rest his hand on Robin’s head. “Nothing scary. Just this idiot thief. Better now?”

She nodded and leant up for a kiss, and fisted her hand into Frederick’s pointy and ‘sinister’ collar. “Thank you, my brave wizard, for protecting me, What would I do without you?”

“Be an utter mess. But, my dear, I would be too. Let’s keep each other safe and collect the little one?”

“I’m at your side...happy halloween, Frederick.”

“And a Happy Halloween to you too...let’s ease up on the scary tales next year,” he suggested and cleared his throat. “As adorable as you were, clinging to my arm all night.” Though bashful and embarrassed, Robin agreed.

[sky-casino]

Ice Cream

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Sicheng/Winwin x Reader

Word count: 2370

author’s note: wah~ this is my first ever fic here on tumblr! It took a lot of courage to actually start posting here hehe. Feedback is appreciated but please be nice! Thank you~

Also, there are not enough Sicheng/Winwin fics so I had to write one. Please love this boy ;u;

You just moved to a dorm near your university in the city. You were about to start your freshman year in three days and you were both excited and nervous. Not only because you were entering college, but also because you were practically living alone now. No more mommy to wake you up and cook you breakfast and packed lunch. 

"Phew! I can do this!" You cheered yourself before you began unpacking your things. 

One thing that you were thankful for though, was that your dorm allowed each tenant to take one pet with them. You brought Muffin, your 4-year old Japanese Spitz, with you. You just finished putting all your things in order and were relaxing on your couch with Muffin on your lap when the jingle of the ice cream truck started to play from outside. Your unit was located at the second floor so the sound was very clear. Muffin jumped off your lap and looked outside the window, trying to find the said truck. She started jumping up and down and making cute pleading noises asking you to buy her a treat. This was a familiar situation to you despite moving to a new living quarter because ice cream trucks also passed by your house back in the countryside and Muffin made sure that you bought her a cone every time. She loved ice cream more than the usual dog treats.

"Fine, lil' munchkin. Will get you some." You said with a sigh before retrieving your wallet from your bag and placing a leash around Muffin's neck.

You crossed the street carefully and approached the truck to check the available flavors. As expected, the city had more to offer than your local trucks at home. Matcha, Salted Caramel, Red Velvet, Cookie Dough, Affogato, just to name some. 

"Hmm.. one scoop of Red Velvet in a cup and one scoop of Cookie Dough on a cone please." 

"Alright, that would be three bucks." The vendor replied with a smile.

You gave him the money and that was your first time to look at him. And you must admit, he just might be the cutest boy you've ever laid your eyes on. You just stared at him for around ten seconds before you saw his name tag, "WINWIN", it said. “What a cute name.” You thought to yourself.

"Here." He said, looking you directly in the eyes with matching bright smile.

"Th-thanks. Here you go, Muffin!" You sat at the nearest bench and gave your dog the cone with Cookie Dough ice cream. She excitedly licked it.

"Oh wow! I didn't know you have a dog with you. She's cute!" Winwin exclaimed. You looked at him and were surprised to hear how friendly he was, as if you two have been friends for a while now. 

"Can I pet her?" Winwin asked as he got off the truck.

"Sure. But let her finish her ice cream first or she'll get mad at you." You chuckled.

"Right. Dogs are sensitive when they eat, especially to strangers." He said as he looked at you and you were pretty sure you were already blushing at that moment.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Winwin." He stuck his hand out for a handshake.

"Don't worry, I know. You have a name tag, remember? I'm Y/N." You replied as you shook his hand.

"Oh! Yah, I forgot about this. Sorry." He said as he laughed embarrassingly, looking at his name tag.

"Its okay." By now, Muffin was already finished with her treat. 

"There. You can pet her now." You carried Muffin and placed her on Winwin's lap.

"Her name is Muffin?" The boy asked as he cautiously ran his hand over the dog's back.

"Yep. Japanese Spitz." 

"So cute!" 

The three of you stayed in that position for around three minutes more until a kid and a mom approached the truck.

"Looks like you need to go back to work." 

"Yes. Hope to see you and play with Muffin again, though." Winwin smiled at you as he stood up from the bench. 

"Y-yeah. Of course. I just live in that dorm." You replied, gesturing to the said building.

"Alright. I usually pass by here at this time on the weekends. See you!"

"Okay. Bye." You said before heading back to your dorm.

All your worries and anxiety caused by the incoming start of the school year temporarily gone because of the cute ice cream boy.

The next time you bought ice cream from Winwin, you had a longer time to talk and get to know about each other more. 

"I just moved here early this month, for university. I'm studying Veterinary. That's why I really wanted to bring Muffin with me. To inspire me. something like that." 

"That's sweet! I'm taking up traditional dance and this is my part-time job."

"Wow, that's cool! I don't know anyone who does traditional dancing."

"Thanks.." Winwin said as he scratched his head cutely. 

"Why is this your chosen part-time job, if I may ask?"

"Oh, because I love ice cream. As simple as that. Uhmm.. do you miss your family? I mean, you don't have to answer it. It's a bit sensitive.."

"Well, yeah of course I miss them. But I know that I'll just get used to this. We both promised that if the other can't come, the other one will adjust and be the one to visit."

It was a bit awkward and hard to find topics to ask and talk about, but was still fairly fun. As you spent more time with Winwin, you realized that you could look at his face forever. So white and flawless, his eyes the most mesmerizing pair you've ever seen. What you can't get over though is how his voice doesn't match his soft face. Very deep and manly. 

On the third time, he gave you a free taste of each of the flavors.

"So, what's your favorite?" 

"Hmm.. they're all really good but my faves are Cookie Dough, Affogato, and Red Velvet. Why'd you ask?"

"I just want to make sure that all your favorite flavors are available every time I come here." Winwin said shyly, looking at everything but you.

"Aww, that's so sweet, Winwin!" You were honestly very touched by his little act of kindness.

"It's.. it's nothing. Don't worry about it.

It's been four months of being friends with Winwin and besides the usual ice cream "dates" you had with him (and Muffin), you also attended a couple of his recitals and performances. He lived far away from his family as well so when there were times they couldn't attend, you did. Not to be biased but you believed he was the best among his peers and you knew the moment you saw him dance that he had a bright future ahead of him. But at the same time, you also couldn't believe that he was the ice cream boy who passed by your dorm every weekend.

"Winwin! That was great! Even though this wasn't my first time to watch you, it still feels like it is. Congratulations!" You said as you met at the lobby of the auditorium.

"Thank you so much, Y/N. But really, I don't deserve such praises.."

"What are you talking about? You know you do!" You said as you lightly pushed his shoulder. 

"I'll treat you to dinner tonight, okay? In exchange for coming and supporting me." 

"No need, but alright." 

You had hot pot at his favorite restaurant, in other words, Winwin's favorite meal at his favorite restaurant. He also did well in the performance. So you were sat there across from him, wondering why he was being unusually quiet.

"Hey, you okay?" You asked him, he almost snapped his head.

"Uh.. yeah! I'm good. Why?"

"You're so quiet. I thought there's something wrong."

"Oh. N-nothing. I'm good, just tired. Really tired." He lied to you, hoping you wouldn't probe him anymore.

"Okay. I understand." You replied. He was relieved.

"Alright. Thanks for walking me home." You told him as both of you reached the front of your dorm a few hours later.

"No worries. Can't let you go home alone this late, you know?" 

"Get some rest, okay? You being so quiet tonight worried me." You said with a slight pout.

"Of course. Don't worry." Winwin managed to reply after he stared at your lips for a few seconds. 

"Bye!" You said as you went in.

Long after you disappeared from his sight, Winwin still stayed at the exact position. Various thoughts running in his mind. 

Saturday came and you were expecting Winwin and his ice cream truck to come around, but he didn't. 

"Hello~ you didn't come by today. Muffin misses her Cookie Dough fix :( " You texted him.

Thirty minutes later and still no reply. You didn't want to bug him, though. Considering that he might be busy. 

The next day, still no Winwin and ice cream. You were starting to get concerned.

"Hey, are you okay? Are you sick? You didn't arrive today either. I'm worried. Please text me :( "

Just like the day before, no reply. You thought you might have done or said anything wrong and you needed an answer from him.

You spent the next few days trying to remember the route of Winwin's ice cream truck. Your hardwork paid off when you recalled two places that he mentioned long before, hoping that they're still part of his route. The weekend arrived and you went to one of the two places, praying that Winwin would be there. 

After a few minutes of waiting on one of the benches, you heard the familiar jingle. A lot of kids welcomed the ice cream truck and you waited for all the them to leave until you approached Winwin.

"Hey! Long time no see! Well, not that long.. but still." You greeted him with a nervous smile.

"Y/N.." Winwin looked at you with wide eyes.

"Yep. That's me. Are we.. okay? You haven't returned any of my texts this past week. I wanted to call but thought that might be too much of a bother to you." You asked as you fiddled with your hands.

Winwin busied himself by fixing his things that didn't really need fixing.

"Hey. Did I do something wrong? You can tell me everything. You know that." 

The sadness and hurt in your voice alerted Winwin and he decided to finally speak, sighing before replying, "No, I can't."

"What?"

"I can't. I can't.. tell you everything." His voice got weaker as he spoke.

"But why? We're friends."

"That's exactly why." He raised his voice a little too high and you flinched.

"I'm.. I'm so sorry, Y/N." Guilt apparent on his face. You were speechless. You didn't know what to say or think anymore.

"Why are you.. being like this? I don't understand you, Winwin." All he did was sigh deeply and shake his head, looking at the ground.

"Alright, let's talk." He said as he gently pulled your wrist, leading you to one of the farther benches.

"What is it?" You asked in a low voice. 

"Damn I really didn't want to tell you this." He said as he sandwiched his head between his two hands, eyes closed. He looked so conflicted and nervous.

"Just tell me, okay? You’re making me nervous. Why are you so stressed about this? What is it?" You asked impatiently.

"I like you, Y/N." 

"You what?" You asked, breaking the silence after half a minute.

Winwin put his hands down but still had his eyes closed and you saw some tears forming under his long eyelashes. 

"Winwin~"

"I didn't want to tell you this. I was afraid I'll ruin the friendship. I'm sorry.." His voice broke a few times as he spoke. 

"But you didn't ruin anything. You don't need to be sorry." You said as you softly rubbed his back.

"And besides, I like you too." With this, Winwin opened his eyes in a snap and slowly turned his gaze to you.

"What?"

"I said I like you too." You said with a laugh.

"You do?" Winwin asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. Why are you so surprised? You're.. you're really likable." You replied shyly.

"It never occurred to me that you would ever like me. I thought you just saw me as a friend who's selling ice cream."

"What?! No way! You're more than that. Way more than that. You're my best friend, my confidant, very sweet, cute, thoughtful, talented, and just.. really really cute. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore!" You said in between embarrassed laughs before you covered your face.

"Hey, Y/N. Look at me. Y/N, please~" Winwin whined. 

You slowly moved your fingers apart to peek at him. "What?"

"I like you so much and.. I'd really love to be your boyfriend. Are you willing to.. give me a chance? I promise I'll do everything I can and be the best boyfriend to you." He asked nervously, licking his dry lips from time to time.

You placed your hands down and gave him the warmest and most welcoming smile he has ever seen. "Those ice cream dates with Muffin were already a huge step to taking my heart. I'm all yours." You said as your wrapped your arms around his neck. He buried himself in your scent and warmth and suddenly everything was alright in his world. 

You broke free from the hug and asked, "So, can I take a ride in your ice cream truck back to my dorm? Muffin is waiting for you and her Cookie Dough. She misses you!" 

He wrapped his arm around you as you stood up and went to the truck. "Sure, sweetie. You can ride in my ice cream truck and the three of us can finish all the left over ice cream." You laughed at what he said and he swore to god that it was the kind of laugh he could listen to for the rest of his life.

"Y/N."

"Hmm?" You asked as you looked intently to his eyes, giving him your 101% attention.

"I love you more than Muffin loves ice cream."