royal mayhem
”not so tight, woobin—” she peers down at her feet and ponders as to why she intentionally made him help her to tie her shoes. she could do it on her own — she most likely would’ve done it by herself but tis a quite nice feeling to have someone else do it. and being around woobin made things so much more simple. it’s nice to know that a certain person’s company will make everything easier and he had his ways of spoiling her.
though she couldn’t complain about it as she found herself very fond of him and his presence. unlike others, she would never know what was going on in his mind and perhaps that mysterious part of him attracted her even more. never in a romantic way of course as she saw no need for such attachments just yet and neither seemed he to perk any specific interest in love. that also made him a great company and friend.
”it looks good now” she states happily and wiggles her feet a bit before standing up again from her taken seat. twirling around once or twice, she then kicks at the ground with her foot. “it feels great actually— i always tie my shoes too loose and i end up having to tie them over and over again.” and just like that, she hums contently and extends her tiny hand in his direction. “let’s go.”
She's always reminded him of his first love. The innocence is blinding, but something in those eyes is unsettling. She's terrifying, and he wants to escape, wants to walk away and never look back, but it's a self-destructive addiction he can't seem to shake. Sometimes he thinks he hates her. Sometimes he thinks he's addicted to her.
And sometimes, when he's high off of her smiles and saccharine voice, he thinks he might love her.
But really he's just in love with the idea of her, with the idea that his first love can be so properly fabricated in the body of a small girl who won't hurt him like Chaemi did, like Chaemi still does even though she's not around anymore.
"You want your shoe to fall off?" He grumbles as he finishes tying her shoe, ignoring her request of "not so tight." He's quick to stand straight after she twirls, and he can't stop the smile from climbing on his face as he watches her kick the ground.
"Exactly. See, you should follow after me more often. You'll save yourself the small troubles in life. How do you even survive?" He eyes her hand briefly, instinct wanting to take it in his own, but instead he pushes it down gently and begins walking off. "How far is this place anyway? I'm still not sure why I agreed to go with you. A man in a cat cafe? Either he's gay, or extremely whipped. You're putting my image on the line."