#i chose this bc evidently wooseok doesn't know his own true feelings.

[dichotomousvariable]

🎁 / ✉️ ( dealers choice! )

🎁 - christmas gifts.

wooseok stares at the screen of his phone, resting on an open, yet unfinished text message. he isn't sure why he hesitates; something about this whole situation makes him feel weird, makes his heart flutter in his chest in a stupid, stupid way.

he knows he has a tendency for anxiety and overthinking, but this is getting a little extreme. what do you mean i'm afraid to hang out with my friends?

but it's more than that with ziying. it's different, it's conflicting, it's... weird! he doesn't want her to think that he's trying to overstep their friendly, casual bounds, and he isn't, but maybe this is...

stupid! stupid, stupid, stupid!

he taps a little more on his phone, trying to finish the draft.

< to: ziying. > sms: z, i got you something for christmas. but it requires a little travel. nothing crazy, just a couple hours via train. you in?

it seems friendly enough. it is friendly. what else would it be? they're just concert tickets... and, well, train tickets to get to gyeongju...

he may have specifically picked the tickets because it was a band that doesn't leave their hometown much that ziying had mentioned she wanted to see, but he wanted to see them too, dammit! this is just as much a gift for himself as it is for her.

wooseok takes a deep breath, and hits send. what's the worst that could happen?