date // yuwin

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   Yieun returned to our table not too long after. We finished off our drinks and headed back outside. The air bit at my skin as we rushed to the car. Yieun had her arm hooked around mine to direct me to our destination. She opened the car door for me and made sure I didn't hit my head. I rubbed my hands together, creating friction for heat as Yieun hopped into her side.

   We drove off and my jaw automatically clenched as usual. I clutched the lower part of my seatbelt. I've had a fear of riding in cars for a long time now. As soon as the engine ignites and we start rolling, anxiety takes over me. Holding the seatbelt is a way to help relieve my stress.

   "Yieun?" I started.

   "Hm? What's up Winnie?" Her voice always sounds so smooth and calming.

   "Would you mind dropping me off at the theater later today around five? It'll be around the time you're meeting your friends."

   Yieun didn't answer right away. I felt confusion hang in the air. "Why would you want to go to the movies? If you haven't noticed, you're kind of blind..." Yieun questioned.

   "I meeting someone there."

   Yieun gasped. "Did you meet a girl? Are you going on a date?" I heard her clap her hands before slamming them back on the wheel. Thank goodness we were at a stop when she let go.

   "No," I replied. "I'm meeting this guy named Yuta there."

   "Oh..." was all she said. The car slowly crept forward.

   "Not like that. We're just fr-," I stopped myself. "Well, we're hardly acquaintances. It's not a date. You know me; I don't really get into relationships, let alone with a guy since I'm straight. I don't know what to call it. Maybe a hangout and get to know each other thing."

   Yieun hesitated. "That sounds like a date, Winnie," she murmured.

   "No..." I grunted in frustration. "It's not a date. I like girls, and Yuta said he does too."

   "Okay," Yieun held out her reply.

Yuta's P.O.V

   I let out a long breath, checking the time on my phone. 4:57. Sicheng should be arriving soon.

   My back rested against the outside wall on the theater. Snowflakes were falling quickly and packed together easily. I stayed out of the sharp wind by standing under the marquee, waiting to escort Sicheng inside. My jacket was nice and insulated to keep me warm while standing here, but the bitterness of the low temperature still nipped the end of my nose.

   A couple more minutes of waiting when the sound of a car pulled around to the front. I directed my focus to a small black car. The passenger door opened and revealed Sicheng. He was wearing the same red sweatshirt he had on earlier today. I smiled, walking over to help a struggling blind guy out of the car.

   "Winnie, are you going to be warm enough?" a girl, I guessed to be his sister, from inside asked him. Though, I couldn't help but notice that they didn't look related.

   "We'll be inside. I'll be just fine, Yieun," WinWin reassured her.

   I just got a peek at a girl as she looked up and our eyes met.

   "I'm guessing you're Yuta," she smiled brightly. "I'm Yieun, Sicheng's older sister."

   "Nice to meet you," I replied in a friendly and polite way.

   "Bye!" Sicheng fumbled for the car door, then slammed it closed.

   The window was rolled down and Yieun called out. "Winnie! Don't close a door on a lady. Where are your manners, kid?" Her serious look faded to a quite genuine one. "Have fun!"

   The window rolled back up as the car pulled off.

   A sigh escaped my mouth. "What a woman," I muttered.

   "What's that supposed to mean?" Sicheng asked, almost disgusted sounding.

   "Your sister is pretty attractive. Plus, she has a lot personality."

   Sicheng gave me an annoyed look, or at least tried to. After a sigh, Sicheng threw his hands down from their crossed position. "You're not going to hit on my sister, okay?"

   "I never said I would." Then, a laugh left me. "What? Jealous that I wouldn't be hitting on you?"

   "No." Sicheng breathed carefully. "I just thought you were here to see a movie with me." He batted his useless eyes jokingly.

   "You are one piece of eye candy, as well," I commented, patting him on the back. "Let's go see a movie, my lovely date."

   "It's not a date."

   I huffed a laugh. "I was joking. Don't be so stiff... or are you just happy to see me?" A mischievous smile stretched across my face.

   "Yuta, I can't see." Sicheng was holding back a laugh with all his might. "Go home," he joked.

   "But we're just getting started!" I hooked my arm around Sicheng's shoulders, directing him inside the building.