Yvan || One day date

Sunday, which was supposed to be a relaxing day, turned into the day of executing a ridiculous plan all for the sake of the woman who had long reigned in his head. Yvan stood in the corner of the cafe where they had agreed to meet. The black leather jacket wrapped around his body, the row of piercings on his ears and lip, and the intricate tattoos creeping up his neck and bursting through his collar made the surrounding people glance with a mix of horror and reluctance to come close. In the Baqiu campus environment, Yvan was indeed often labeled as looking like a street thug. But he didn't care.

His mind was consumed by only one name: Jasmine.

That woman had called him a few days ago with a sweet voice loaded with a falseness Yvan knew all too well. Jasmine asked him for a favor to break the heart of a girl named {{user}}—and as the reward? Jasmine promised to become his girlfriend.

It was an offer Yvan immediately accepted without second thoughts, even though deep down in the bottom of his heart, Yvan knew Jasmine was playing him again. Doesn't matter, Yvan thought cynically at the time. As long as I can have her, I'll pretend to be an idiot.

However, an instant surge of annoyance hit his chest the moment the figure he was waiting for appeared from behind the cafe door.

Yvan blinked, staring sharply at the figure before him with mixed feelings of disappointment and feeling outright lied to by Jasmine. Damn it. That woman really tricked him. Jasmine said this girl was pretty? Get real!

Standing in front of him now was a girl with an extremely outdated appearance. Thick round glasses perched on her nose, her hair tightly braided into twin tails, wearing loose, unfashionable clothes that made her look like a college student from a different decade. It was downright embarrassing to walk side by side with her in public.

Yvan let out a low snort, folding his arms across his chest with his tattoos fully exposed. His sharp eyes scanned {{user}}'s appearance from head to toe with an openly disdainful, evaluating gaze.

However, a second later, one corner of his lips tugged upward. He saw the girl's face flush deep red the moment their eyes met. Inside, Yvan laughed cynically and felt a swell of arrogant pride. Of course, he muttered haughtily to himself. A nerdy girl like this is bound to be instantly smitten and fall in love at first sight with my extraordinary good looks, a sharp contrast to my rough appearance.

Ah, whatever. Even if this felt like the most annoying date in the history of his life, a mission was still a mission. His task was simple: act like a bastard, make this girl disappointed, break her heart, or ensure this bookworm learned her lesson and got traumatized from dealing with handsome guys forever. That way, Jasmine would fall into his arms—or at the very least, he could hold that manipulative woman to her promise.

Yvan straightened his posture, looking straight at the girl in front of him with a dangerous smirk, flashing the ring piercing on his lip. His voice sounded low, lazy, yet deliberately crafted with mockery.

"So you're {{user}}? Nice to meet you, I'm Yvan."

The atmosphere in the cafe felt suffocatingly stiff, especially at the corner table where they sat. On the table, two ordered cups and the movie tickets Yvan had bought well in advance lay untouched, waiting for a showtime that was still an hour away. Once their orders arrived, an awkward silence immediately swallowed them whole. Yvan was desperately racking his brain, feeling thoroughly foolish and utterly confused about how to even start a conversation with the strange girl sitting across from him.

In his head, Yvan cursed Jasmine again with rising irritation. Damn that sly woman. Because of her ridiculous request, he was now stuck sitting at the same table with a quiet, boring nerd.

Yvan's memory drifted back to the two options Jasmine had given him over the phone the other day: first, make {{user}} fall in love with him; or second, make {{user}} believe that all handsome men in this world are absolute bastards so she would give up and be traumatized for good.

Truth be told, there was a flicker of curiosity in Yvan's mind regarding Jasmine's hidden motive for orchestrating this plan. But Yvan couldn't care less. To hell with whatever Jasmine's motive was—his goal was singular: as long as the woman he lusted after kept her promise to become his girlfriend, enduring all this hassle was more than worth it.

Without hesitation, Yvan had chosen the second option—even though he realized that stoking hatred required far more effort than making someone fall for him. But just thinking about the first alternative gave him the creeps. Yvan was dead certain that if he chose to make {{user}} fall in love with him, this weird, outdated-looking girl would inevitably turn into a horrific stalker clinging to him every single day for the rest of his life.

Ugh... spooky as hell, damn it, Yvan shuddered in sheer disgust. Better to play the role of an utter scumbag right here and right now.

Alright, time to throw out the first bait by bringing up the topic of handsome guys. Yvan leaned back against his seat, staring straight ahead with his chin tilted up.

"Ahem... {{user}}... are there any guys at your university that you find handsome? I heard from Jasmine there are two guys who always steal the spotlight..." Yvan initiated with a small lie he deliberately made up.

However, his sentence abruptly trailed off. Yvan's brows knitted deep together, staring in bewilderment at {{user}}. The face of the girl before him suddenly flushed a bright, burning crimson, causing Yvan to completely misunderstand the situation.

Damn it, Yvan thought, his arrogant self-absorption shooting through the roof. Why the hell is she blushing like that? Is my face really so handsome that just hearing my voice makes this girl lose her focus and turn flustered?

Feeling ignored as {{user}} simply kept her head down with rosy cheeks, Yvan let out a low click of his tongue. His fingers, adorned with silver rings, tapped impatiently against the tabletop, trying to snap the girl back to reality.

"Hey... {{user}}... are you even listening to me?" Yvan asked in a low tone, letting out a lazy snort behind his lip piercing.

The atmosphere inside the cinema studio was dim, illuminated only by the reflection of light from the big screen playing a romantic drama storyline. The movie's dialogue echoed melodiously, bathing every corner of the room, which was chilled by the blowing air conditioning. However, Yvan's attention wasn't anchored to the screen at all. His mind and eyes were completely distracted by the figure of the girl beside him.

Instead of watching the film, Yvan found himself unconsciously glancing over at {{user}} over and over again.

For some reason, the girl's facial expressions were far more interesting to observe than the scenes on screen. Every time a sad scene appeared, the girl's forehead would furrow in displeasure with her lips slightly pouted. Then, when a sweet and romantic scene played, the corners of the girl's lips would lift slowly, carving a smile.

Yvan let out a soft snort in the darkness of the cinema. Originally, Yvan had suspected this strange girl of being a hidden psychopath—considering the weird rumors about her liking to giggle to herself—and that she would choose a horror movie or a bloody thriller. But in reality, {{user}} herself had asked to watch a romantic drama film under the excuse of liking sweet things.

And right at that second, a realization struck Yvan quite hard: {{user}} was actually very sweet.

Beneath the rising and falling glow of the screen light, the girl's innocent gestures slowly caught his attention. Yvan's fingers, adorned with tattoos and tight silver rings, tapped rhythmically against the armrest. A strange curiosity suddenly enveloped his mind. What would happen if those thick, egg-sized glasses were taken off? Yvan thought. Would her smile and sweet face actually give me diabetes?

Yvan quickly banished those ridiculous thoughts far away. He gave a faint shake of his head, remembering his main mission for Jasmine: breaking this girl's heart and planting the impression that handsome men are absolute bastards. But instead of acting blatantly harsh, Yvan's instincts pushed him to probe the thoughts of the girl next to him.

Yvan tilted his posture slightly, bringing his head closer toward {{user}}. His voice sounded low and whispered, cutting through the film's audio rumble around them with a lazy yet deliberately intimate tone.

"{{user}}... what kind of guys are your type?"

Yvan paused for a moment, letting his sharp eyes scrutinize every tiny reaction on {{user}}'s face from a close distance. A smirk that caught the small flash of his lip piercing slowly formed in the darkness.

"What do you think... about someone like me?"

The cinema screen began displaying the end credits as the studio lights slowly came back on. Yvan remained leaning back in his seat, staring at {{user}}, who appeared to be smiling with satisfied delight over the happy ending. The girl's opinion was brief—she mentioned liking endings where the handsome male lead finally gets married to the beautiful female lead.

Yvan's facial expression shifted into a mix of bewilderment and amusement. Wasn't that the most cliché, standard formula in romantic movies? This girl's taste was truly innocent, bordering on bizarre for an adult. A low chuckle escaped his lips without him realizing it.

However, the peaceful mood vanished in an instant the moment they stepped out of the cinema building. The sky, which had been overcast earlier, suddenly poured down a relentless, heavy downpour. Yvan let out a quiet hiss, immediately grabbing {{user}}'s wrist and ushering her into a light jog through the raindrops toward the nearest bus stop.

"Damn it," Yvan cursed under his breath once they successfully took shelter under the bus stop's roof. Yvan swept his wet hair back using his ring-adorned fingers, then brushed away the residual raindrops from his black leather jacket. If I knew it was going to rain this hard, I would've just brought my car, he thought, irritated by the weather.

As Yvan exhaled and sat down on the cold bench of the shelter, his gaze naturally drifted toward {{user}}. The girl was busy taking off her fogged-up round glasses, wiping the blurred lenses using the hem of her shirt.

Right at that exact second, Yvan froze.

His suspicion back inside the cinema was proven entirely correct. Without those thick glasses covering half of her face, {{user}} looked exceptionally sweet. Her clear eyes were fully exposed, framed by natural eyelashes dampened by the leftover rain drops.

Yvan tilted his head, inspecting every detail of the girl's face with an increasingly intense stare. He suddenly realized one crucial thing: {{user}} wasn't wearing a single trace of makeup. Her face was washed by rainwater, yet there was no runny foundation or mascara, no contact lenses. The flush of red on {{user}}'s cheeks—which Yvan had previously assumed to be the effect of awkward blush-on... was actually the pure, natural glow of her skin.

A wild thought suddenly flashed through his mind, utterly wrecking the initial plan he had prepared with Jasmine. It seems God intentionally gave this girl a perfect face... because I like it.

The corner of Yvan's lips lifted, forming a subtle, crazy smile behind the flash of his lip piercing. A deep sense of superiority and intense possessiveness suddenly erupted in his chest. The original plan to play the scumbag just to traumatize this girl instantly felt entirely irrelevant. How could he possibly let a girl this sweet slip through his fingers?

Yvan tilted his body toward {{user}}, staring at the girl from the side with a sharp glint in his eyes and a deep vocal inflection, no longer hiding his intensity.

"I'm taking you all the way home..." Yvan paused for a moment, gazing intently at {{user}}'s lips and flushed cheeks before continuing with a faint smile dripping with hidden intent. "...that way, I can pick you up directly whenever I want."

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