You will all pretend this isn't late
Who Katya/notlittlerussia and Yong Soo/mansae)
What Dinner date on Valentine's Day
When Saturday evening before the dance, after Katya has prepped at Elizaveta's room
Where East Wing; First Floor; Room 105
Warnings Fluff, boob crushing, pigging out/stuffing like a turkey
After waiting around Lizzi's room for what seemed forever, Katya finally emerged. The immediate scent of daisies pierced his nostrils but damn did she look good. It was kind of like something out of a drama where the heroine appears for the first time and in that instant, there are angels sighing and a cool breeze of air. At the center of it all, Katya. At the center of her, breasts. That dress had such a nice plunge line...
Yong Soo knew he had to be polite about this so he tried concentrating on her face. He could feel his eyes drifting down every pause between her words. The only thing that forced him into immediate attention was the mention of food. He blinked thrice, now grinning and completely aware. "I'll come over to your place and eat!"
As they walked down the hall to Katya's room, Yong Soo couldn't resist the urge to grab hold of her hand. This was clearly a date so it was alright, wasn't it? But that would be too forward! As the man, he was supposed to be forward! His rationalizing continued to zigzag to each side of reason. As Yong Soo contemplated this, his ignorance led him to completely disregard the fact that he was going to be alone with a girl in his room, something that would probably scratch at the back of his mind later. For now the only thing he was concerned about was the butterflies in his stomach that started beating their wings a little bit faster each time he reached out for her hand. At last he arrived to the only conclusion he would accept and bluntly asked: "I can hold your hand, right?"
Eventually they arrived at her doorstep. He tightened his other hand, waiting for Katya to allow him in. He knew enough to wait until asked into a girl's presence. While she disappeared into the room, he shifted the weight under the sleeve on his formal hanbok. He'd have to give it to her at the right moment.