The next day came as Song Mu lay in his bed with his phone resting in his hand. His finger hovered over Ren Yi’s number before he pushed the message button. He typed a few words, only to erase them each time.
Song Mu went through the same cycle for a few minutes, not liking any of his responses. After a while, he finally decided on something to type before losing his mind.
Song Mu: Hi, Ren Yi, it is Song Mu, your sister’s makeup artist.
After typing his message, Song Mu waited for a response while gnawing on his bottom lip. He clicked on a social media app, scrolling through different posts and videos not to seem too desperate.
A few minutes passed, making his stomach feel funny from no response when a message notification lit up on his phone. He saw it was a text from Ren Yi.
His face quickly brightened as he clicked on the message.
Ren Yi: Hey.
Song Mu did not mind the short response. He knew that Ren Yi was not a talker outside his work. Now, he had to figure out how to continue the conversation. Should he continue with the basics? Or try something else?
Why is it so difficult to talk to crushes?
Instead of the usual ‘how are you,’ maybe he should apologize for what happened between them.
Song Mu: I am sorry for what happened yesterday.
His fingers moved him back to watching videos instead of waiting for the texting icon to pop up. More minutes started to fly by as Song Mu tried to act like he wasn’t becoming anxious. Ah, his mind was already going through many negative scenarios.
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Ren Yi: It is fine. I am mainly at fault; I should not have touched you the way I did.
You can touch me in any way you want! Song Mu instantly screamed in his head before throwing that thought away. Staying in this house is making his brain rotten.
Song Mu: No, you are fine. I believe anyone would wonder about my tattoos if they saw them. Most would think I am a gangster, I believe.
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Ren Yi: I like your tattoos; whoever did them knows how to appreciate art. Do you have any on your legs, or is it just your upper body?
Song Mu: I have two large ones on my legs. One leg is a geometric mandala tattoo that stops to my knee. And the other is a full leg sleeve of a galaxy that ends three inches above my ankle. Also, thank you. My friend would appreciate someone liking his work.
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For a second, he thought Ren Yi was acting kind when he talked about his tattoos and didn’t actually like them once he took too long to answer.
But, once he read the new message, his thoughts changed.
Ren Yi: Can I see them?
As Song Mu repeatedly read those words, his mind returned to what happened yesterday when Ren Yi wanted him to take off his pants. He felt a twitch in his pants, causing him to hold his phone tightly.
God, does the man realize what that question did to him?
Biting his lip once more, Song Mu turned around as he sat up. He looked down at his sweatpants, wondering if he should take them off. Both his legs tattoos started high, meaning his underwear and the outline of his bulge would be in the picture.
This didn’t count as a nude, right?
Ren Yi only wants to see his tattoos, so Song Mu shouldn’t make this seem more than it actually was.
Finally, deciding on something, Song Mu took a deep breath before setting his phone to the side. He grabbed his sweatpants, taking them as he sat there with only his shirt and underwear.
He straightened his legs before grabbing his phone, pushing the camera icon. His fingers slightly trembled as he positioned the camera to where both his legs were in the frame. He tried making sure the only focus was his tattoos as he snapped a picture.
Once he finished, he quickly put his sweatpants back on before sending the picture without checking it. Song Mu felt too embarrassed to look; it was his first time doing something like this since he never wanted anyone looking at his tattoos.
Song Mu: [image.jpg] Here are the tattoos.
This time he stayed in the messages as he watched the read receipt pop-up. Then, the texting bubble popped up and stayed there for a few minutes. Song Mu wondered what Ren Yi had to say with the way he took a while on typing.
Another minute went and gone when Ren Yi finally sent something:
Ren Yi: Beautiful.
Song Mu turned completely red. All it took was one word for his body to feel like he ran a marathon. His heart pounded fast while his fingers grew sweaty; even his stomach started building butterflies. He knew Ren Yi meant the tattoos, but he still felt like Ren Yi called him beautiful.
Song Mu: Thank you.
Ren Yi: Tomorrow, can you meet me at Biensay Park?
Fuck, Song Mu held back from screaming because it almost sounded like a date. God, he would love it if it was a date.
Song Mu: I am available.
Then, Song Mu backtracked on his text because his ‘available’ sounded a bit desperate.
Song Mu: I am available to see you tomorrow.
Ren Yi: Okay, I will see you tomorrow then. I have to go.
Song Mu: Have a good rest of the day.
Ren Yi did not message after that, but Song Mu didn’t mind. He was too happy that he was hanging out with Ren Yi tomorrow.
But, what is he going to wear? And what is he going to say to stay away from awkward silences? Song Mu groaned, hitting his head.
Even if no one said it was a date, Song Mu already felt his anxiety skyrocketing.
Ahhh there’s progress~
As weird as he thinks all the roommates are, I bet he and Ren Yi will be pretty much the same as the other couples. Then he’ll have his own stories!