Zhang Yixing

[hgdjongdae]

;; wow, look at that dimple

[hgdyixing-blog]

maybe, the true reason why this guy is so attractive is just because jongdae’s slowly getting drunk, but then again, no, he would be a sight to behold even without the alcohol in his system clouding his mind.

and maybe, the guy’s smile is what’s causing him to feel so light-headed right now. his eyes observe how the other’s adams apple bobs while he gulps down his drink and, holy shit, the way he licks his lips afterwards, he has jongdae totally swooning over him. jongdae swallows thickly, then, his throat suddenly feeling oddly dry; he’s too thirsty for his own good tonight, and with thirsty he’s not thinking about drowning another drink or a glass of water, he means something else.

but then the cute guy notices him and turns in his direction, looking straight at him and the quirk of his lips makes the dimple reappear on his left cheek.

jongdae can feel heat uncomfortably crawling into his cheeks, painting them in a deep red and he’s not sure if it’s the other’s smug expression and the fact that he’s actually raising his glass at him that causes jongdae to get so flustered or the fact that he’s gotten caught red-handed, like a kid with its hand deep in the cookie jar.

it’s probably because of all of this.

so, for a brief moment jongdae just blinks at him, eyes slightly widened and lips parting like he wants to scream an explanation over at him about why he was boldly staring at him the whole time, but then he just turns away quickly, fingers clutching his own glass as he brings it up to his lips and drowns down its content in just a couple of gulps.

the moment he places the, now empty, glass back on the counter, though, his gaze darts back to the other. he just can’t help himself, he has to take another look at him even though he knows he shouldn’t do it because it’s rude, even though the other already caught him, because he wasn’t sneaky at all.

jongdae just has to savour his beauty.

Yixing smirks to himself as the guy at the other end of the bar clearly has a silent mental battle. It’s cute the way he’s so obviously fighting with himself. In fact, he’s cute. 

Yixing is pretty open about his sexuality, and he’s never been one for labels. If he finds someone attractive, he goes for it - regardless of gender. And the guy who is currently eyeing him like he’s some sort of delectable candy is certainly attractive. The way that he’s so nervous, pretending that he’s not staring, is definitely cute. 

With a raised arm, Yixing flags down the bartender. He orders a beer from the tattooed girl behind the counter, and she slaps it down without much chit chat. Then, grasping the chill glass bottle in his hand, Yixing vacates his seat in order to move further along the bar, slipping into the unoccupied seat beside his would-be stalker. 

He flashes the guy beside him a bright, dimpled grin and extends his hand, eyes flashing. “Zhang Yixing,” he introduces himself. 

[hgdkyungsoo-blog]

«i’ll pay you back»

[hgdyixing-blog]

“did you study korean while you were in china…?” he couldn’t help but to be curious about that. in his twenty-three years of life, he’s never stepped foot outside of korea, and neither has he talked to many who were from other countries. finding out how prevalent korean culture was to outsiders was still a new thing for him.

upon seeing the drink in the other’s hand, kyungsoo wanted to remind himself that he really had no obligation to stay with yixing. except because of his own morals, yixing paid for his drink, so spending time with him might be enough compensation at least for now when he didn’t have his money to give to him.

“i wanted to read, but…” his intention was to kill time anyway and he was alone for that usually. however, nothing he planned was really set in stone, so he nodded back to him. “i do have time.” with that said, he followed the other’s gaze and claimed the aforementioned booth.

Yixing happily slid into the booth across from Kyungsoo, long fingers cupped around his warm paper cup of coffee. He’s infinitely happier now that he’s got a coffee buddy. 

“I studied a little while I lived in China, after I decided I would move here,” he admits. “But not much. Not enough. It was a huge shock when I got here. I had to use what little English I knew to get by at first, but I’ve been studying a lot since I got here. I hope I’m at least passable.” He allowed himself a little smile and a pause to sip at his scalding coffee. 

“You said you wanted to read, right?” he asked, fixing his companion with an eager, friendly gaze. “What book are you reading? I like mysteries myself, but I’m sort of an old soul when it comes to books. What about you?” 

[hgdlu]

orion ;

[hgdyixing-blog]

Okay, that’ something he can go with. He was called cute so the guy must not be on drugs because, honestly, he is very cute indeed. All he can do is laugh then, shaking his head and relaxing so he could focus on the sky again.

He shivers and tenses though, when cold fingers touch his face. He wants to yell at the guy, but refrains from doing so, trying to find said constellation instead. “I don’t see it.” Lu Han all but pouts, looking back at his new friend. “It must be nice, though… to be able to fly, but I wouldn’t do it because heights scare me.”

“And I think my favorite is Pegasus… but he can fly, and I only thought about that now. I guess I should pick another.” His pout deepens, but he points out the constellation anyway.

Yixing bites on his lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep the words at bay, hard enough that there’s the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. Because damn this guy is such a cutie, especially when he pouts like that. If Yixing isn’t careful, he’s going to really embarrass himself and he doesn’t want to scare off his new friend. 

“I think Pegasus is a great constellation,” Yixing assures the boy. “But if you really want to choose a new one, what about Lyra, the harp? A harp doesn’t fly, and it sounds really nice, just like your voice.”

He mentally berates himself for being such a goof, but he’s laughing at himself at the same time. 

“What’s your name?” he asks, fixing his companion with an intense and eager gaze. “I can’t keep calling you cutie in my head.” 

[hgdkyungsoo-blog]

«i’ll pay you back»

[hgdyixing-blog]

so yixing wasn’t going to let up. kyungsoo didn’t have a reason to refuse, but it wasn’t like he was jumping for any opportunity to make friends either. he clearly stated that he was new to hongdae, which he was also slightly weary about because of how much korean he knew. he simply thought about his offer first, and then a moment later, nodded back at him slowly.

“okay.”

no harm would come of it since the other seemed hospitable, but kyungsoo didn’t have it in himself to trust what he only saw on the outside. what kind of person was yixing? was he sweet on the inside like he was outside?

“zhang yixing doesn’t sound like a korean name. did you move from china?”

Yixing beamed. “That’s right, I’m Chinese. I only moved her a few months ago, so I’m really happy to get to practice my Korean with you right now.” 

The barista called their names then, their drinks waiting for them on the counter. Yixing scooped them both up and, rather than handing Kyungsoo’s drink to him, gestured towards a booth in the back. 

“Would you like to sit and talk for a while?” he asked hopefully. “Do you have time?” 

He hoped he wasn’t coming across as a creeper. Yixing had pretty much no internal filter, and, as he’d been feeling pretty lonely since leaving all his friends behind in China, he was eager to make new friends. He knew he could come across as a little forward sometimes, and he could definitely be a little pushy, but he hoped his new friend wouldn’t mind his eagerness too much. 

[hgdjieun-deactivated20160222]

desperate times .

[hgdyixing-blog]

PROBABLY THE FACT THAT jieun had grown in a family that worked too much and had so less time to spend together was what always made her think that way. and, besides that, her own desire to be something that had 30% chances of being successful and 70% of failing taught her that as well. however, probably because they already had a lot of money, her parents never minded her. if she wanted to be a writer, then so be it. her choice of major was journalism, though, just in case things didn’t go that well.

now, whatever was going with yixing’s mind was a mystery to her. she froze for a while as he announced the truth, but soon she was just trying really hard not to laugh at his parents reaction. though, somehow, she sensed that they didn’t bite at all that story of them being a couple – or maybe that was just her mind saying so, as she never were really into a relationship so it was a little bit hard to pretend to be in one.

“yeah…” she started, quietly. “sorry… but what don’t i do for friends, right” jieun tried to break the tension by joking, as she would always do, and laughed softly. yet, they weren’t even friends – their relationship was merely professional, until suddenly get to this.

“When you guys said you wanted to come visit me to see how I was doing, I knew you would be upset if you knew I wasn’t dating someone,” Yixing explained apologetically. “I asked Jieun to pretend to be my girlfriend so you wouldn’t worry about me.”

Though his mother had looked affronted at the sudden announcement, she suddenly softened. “Oh Xing,” she said. “You don’t have to go to such elaborate lengths to impress us.”

Yixing gave her a flat look and she quickly added, “I know that we’re a bit strict sometimes, but we only do it because we care.” She sighed, forced a little smile, and glanced at Jieun. “I’m glad you have good friends, at least. Having good friends is better than having a bad girlfriend.”

[hgdyixing-blog]

Yixing was just shutting down his computer, all work finished for the time being, when the girl’s cell phone buzzed with a new message. Grinning, he opened the message, seeing the attached photograph and reading the girl’s reply. 

He leaned back in his chair, stretching long legs out in front of him, and peered out the front window of the cafe he was currently parked in. 

The ice cream parlor was directly across the street, with the sign in the front window for the buy one get one free. With a grin, he scanned the crowd around the parlor until he spotted a suspicious looking girl. 

She was standing just by the sign, holding a cell phone tightly in her hand as if waiting for a quick response. She had long dark hair and she was wearing a blue dress. She was far enough away that Yixing couldn’t be entirely certain that it was the same girl from the photograph she had sent before, but he had a hunch that this girl was the same one. 

[ kakao > Eunmi ] Congratulations. You’re much faster than I thought you’d be. 

[ kakao > Eunmi ] If you don’t tell me your name, what should I call you? If I’m an ahjussi, maybe you should be a grandmother >.<

[ kakao > Eunmi ] Your next task is to find a firefighter and take a picture with him and his fire truck. You have to be in the photo too, or it doesn’t count. 

[ kakao > Eunmi ] By the way, that blue dress looks really good on you ;)

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           Seung yeon let out a soft chuckle while reading the unknown’s text. “What nonsense is halmoni now…” It was obvious to her that the male is watching her considering the fact that he knew what dress she was wearing. And it was no mystery that the reason he could recognize her was due to the photo on her phone screen and the subtle photo she had sent earlier. Instead of looking around to avoid suspicion, seung yeon nonchalantly moved her fingers around her keyboard. 

The young female felt the need to deny, just for leisure’s sake. With a playful grin etched on her face, seung yeon began typing out her reply; 

[ kakao > yeonie ] and i’m not wearing a blue dress, but good try ;)

the female copied the unknown’s previous reply and amended necessarily before sending out, chuckling softly as she did so. And as for the fire truck, seung yeon had to walk around a street before spotting the vehicle and the uniformed male. One of the office building was having a fire practice drill and they were on a stand-by mode. 

And since they were busy working, Seung yeon stood afar and snapped a selca of herself, a firefighter who happened to be looking in the front (so his face was in the frame) and their fire truck. “There, that should do it” She grinned proudly before walking back to the ice cream parlour. 

[ kakao > yeonie ] maybe you could call me ahjumma 

[ kakao > yeonie ] the firefighters were busy with a drill but i got this. Jja jang~

[ kakao > yeonie ] img. attached

[ kakao > yeonie ] are you in the area now? 

[ kakao > yeonie ] …. just how many rounds do i have to get through to the big win, ahjussi? 

[ kakao > yeonie ] (tired)(hungry)(sighs) emoji sticker.

“I wonder how old is he…”

[hgdyixing-blog]

Yixing was waiting eagerly for the girl’s reply, nearly finished with his overpriced cup of coffee by this point. He snatched the phone up when it vibrated and checked the incoming messages. 

A slow grin spread across his face. He chuckled to himself, tapping his fingers on the tabletop. Honestly, he hadn’t expected her to finish her latest task so quickly. She was definitely determined to get her phone back. 

He hummed to himself as he thought about what ridiculous task to set her on next. The scavenger hunt had been a fun idea, but perhaps it was time to switch things up a bit. 

[ kakao > Eunmi ] Alright, from now on you’ll be my ahjumma >.<

[ kakao > Eunmi ] Maybe I’m in the area, maybe I’m not :P

[ kakao > Eunmi ] You’ve still got to work if you want your phone back

[ kakao > Eunmi ] Now we’re going to play 21 questions, scavenger hunt style

[ kakao > Eunmi ] Your first one is easy: favorite color! Take a pic and send it to me! >.< 

[hgdlu]

orion ;

[hgdyixing-blog]

He obviously wasn’t prepared for the answer he got, nor was he prepared to be called weird – he at least acknowledged he wasn’t the most normal person on Earth, but he wasn’t the one looking half-dead on the floor just minutes before.

Lu Han has a frown on his face, weighing the pros and cons of actually joining the guy. Just by being pulled down to the grass he can feel his ass freezing, but he decides to stay with a final sigh when he realizes he’s crazy himself, or that he can try to get a reward later if he ends up getting a cold since he’s never had problems with asking things from strangers.

“Well, sorry for disrupting your view then.” He shrugs, peeling his eyes off that cute dimpled smile so he can take a look at the sky. “Its is beautiful.” He finally concedes after a few minutes of looking up, his own lips forming a smile as he observes the dark expanse of the sky all dotted in shiny starts.

“So… you’re really okay?” He asks one last time, just to be sure. “Wait… you’re not on drugs, are you?” He narrows his eyes, voice coming in whispers.

Yixing laughs at the guy’s bluntness, his voice loud in the otherwise quiet evening. “You’re cute,” he says without answering the question, grinning so broadly that his cheeks hurt. 

He turns back to the sky, still grinning. “Do you have a favorite?” he asks, gesturing to the glittering expanse of the heavens stretching out forever above them. “A favorite constellation, I mean. My favorite is Aquila. Do you see it? It’s that one there.”

He takes Luhan’s head in his cold hands and directs his new friend’s gaze to the constellation in question. “It looks like an eagle.” He allows himself another bright smile. “I think I like it because Aquila can just fly away whenever he wants to. Wouldn’t it be nice to fly?” 

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desperate times .

[hgdyixing-blog]

GETTING QUIET AND TRYING NOT to sense the awkwardness around them, even though she thought that she’d managed whatever his mother was trying to do to ruin her, jieun soon started eating, getting as much mushrooms she could and tasting the beef. god, she loved food. she loved food more than people, more than herself. her only and one true love. happily by thinking that and for being able to be eating such a thing – that she hadn’t in a while, as she rarely went to this kind of restaurants, unless her own parents were around – she smiled at his father’s question.

that was a thing she knew how to deal – she guessed. at least, she knew how he was with music, so it was something. that was how they met anyways, in a music store, so how could she forget. with her smile still on, she turned to look at mrs. yixing when she decided to talk to her again.

well, then it was clear that the mother didn’t like he was a musician. how nice, she thought as she grabbed her glass of water and took a sip before answering. “i think it’s great. i probably never saw someone as happy as he is in doing something he likes…” she shrugged – and that actually wasn’t her trying to annoy the woman, it was her true opinion. “i met him because of music, so… yeah, i’m glad for him. with this ambition he might get a band in no time…”

Yixing blushed inadvertently. Even if he didn’t like Jieun in that way, it made him happy that his friend appreciated his music. Her support was a far cry from the disappointment his mother had always expressed when it came to his passion for music. 

Music wasn’t just something Yixing liked. It wasn’t something that he did on the side, something that was for fun. Music was Yixing’s whole life. He lived it every waking moment. He found music in the most mundane of things, from walking down the street to listening to his neighbors argue. Music was a way of life for Yixing. It was a part of him. To ask him to give up music was like asking him to quit living. 

It impressed him that Jieun understood this. Not many people these days did, he had come to discover. Everyone was always so busy trying to make money and get richer that they failed to stop and enjoy the little things in life. Yixing was happy to have found a like-minded friend in Jieun. 

It was this, perhaps, more than anything else that prompted Yixing to finally quit lying to his parents. “Mom, Dad,” he said, clearing his throat a bit awkwardly. “I’ve got something to tell you…Jieun isn’t really my girlfriend.” 

[hgdjongdae]

;; wow, look at that dimple

@hgdyixing

jongdae brings his glass to his lips, gulping down the content of it completely and he waves the bartender over right away, ordering the same drink again. he’s not sure how much he drank already, but he’s been sitting at the bar counter for quite a while now, he’s not drunk, though. maybe, he’s a little bit tipsy, because there’s a warm, buzzing feeling in the back of his head.

the bar is as full as usual, which means people squeezing around to find an empty place to sit, hollering and screams of laughter ringing through the entire building, slurred voices drunkenly talking over each other in failing attempts to be heard.

it’s bristling with life and jongdae likes it.

of course, he likes it too, when the bar is mostly empty and without all the loud noise in the background, when he can sit in peace and somewhat quiet to listen to the soft music that’s playing through the stereo speakers.

but today he’s in the mood for this, for people.

he scans over the rows of alcohol bottles that are stacked in the illuminated glass shelves in front of him. the arrangement of them is pretty, jongdae notes, but he gets bored by them fast, searching for something else to busy himself with until his drink arrives.

propping his elbow on the counter, he cups his chin and lazily looks around, when he rather quickly spots something that’s definitely more interesting than the countless bottles of alcohol.

or more like, someone.

two seats away from him sits a guy jongdae didn’t notice before, probably because until a few minutes ago someone was sitting in the stool between them, blocking the view and hiding the beautiful sight that is this guy.

his eyes wander over the guy’s pretty side-profile; he has a cute face, probably making him look at bit younger than he actually is, but he’s still handsome nonetheless. he stops at the guys plump lips, watching them move as he talks to the bartender and jongdae almost sighs at how prettily red they are. woah, get yourself together, kim jongdae, he tells himself, trying to tear his gaze away, but he can’t.

so, he continues staring and his breath hitches when the cute guy laughs at something the bartender said to him, revealing the deep dimple on his cheek and jongdae is a goner; he has a dimple, a fucking dimple!

how is he supposed to look away now, after seeing that cute laugh, the way his eyes crinkle while doing so? how is he supposed not to bluntly stare at him after seeing that dimple?

[hgdyixing-blog]

Yixing accepts his whiskey sour from the bartender with a genuine thank you, swallowed by the noises of the bar: some barely distinguishable music, people laughing and talking, a drunk girl singing loudly at the far end of the bar. 

This is his first time in this particular bar, but it’s much the same as all the others, and Yixing likes the atmosphere. It’s busy and there’s a happy energy, the type that he thrives on. He takes a sip of his drink, reveling in the smooth slide of it down his throat. 

He licks his lips, and a shiver goes down the back of his neck. He feels someone’s eyes on him, boring holes through him. 

Glancing up, he sees immediately who it is. He’s never seen the man before - he’s sure of this, because he would definitely remember someone quite so handsome. The guy is well built, with dark hair and prominent cheekbones. He’s got dark eyes that are currently locked on Yixing with a look that Yixing most definitely recognizes. 

Smirking, Yixing raises his glass to the man in a silent toast. 

[hgdyixing-blog]

The next task had seung yeon smiling widely since she knew which ice cream parlour is having the 1+1 sale. Surprisingly, she was having fun with this hunt that she forgot about her cramps and the reason why she had to go on a scavenger hunt in the first place.

And so, seung yeon made her way to the destination via the subway. Since she knew that the train ride would take a while, she made sure to grab a snack before making her way to the brown line. “Well, at least it’s not that crowded” She mumbled as she revealed a soft smile—- her optimistic persona making a cameo.

Before she knew it, she had already arrived in Itaewon where the ice cream palour was located at. Seung yeon hurried her steps and proceeded to the place before snapping a photo of the sign that says ‘Ice cream 1 plus 1′

[ kakao >> yeonie ] This is my determination to get my phone back.

[ kakao >> yeonie ] img.attached

[ kakao >> yeonie ] my name?

Seung yeon contemplated on whether to reveal her name but decided not to in the end. She wanted to remain mysterious even though she had revealed her face in the selca earlier. And she felt like teasing him for a bit. “There’s no reason to know my name, anyways.” The female muttered before typing her response out.

[ kakao > yeonie ] I’ll forgo the bonus point for this round, ahjussi.

[ kakao > yeonie ] what’s next?

[kakao > yeonie ] … hmmm, where are you exactly, ahjussi?  

Yixing was just shutting down his computer, all work finished for the time being, when the girl’s cell phone buzzed with a new message. Grinning, he opened the message, seeing the attached photograph and reading the girl’s reply. 

He leaned back in his chair, stretching long legs out in front of him, and peered out the front window of the cafe he was currently parked in. 

The ice cream parlor was directly across the street, with the sign in the front window for the buy one get one free. With a grin, he scanned the crowd around the parlor until he spotted a suspicious looking girl. 

She was standing just by the sign, holding a cell phone tightly in her hand as if waiting for a quick response. She had long dark hair and she was wearing a blue dress. She was far enough away that Yixing couldn’t be entirely certain that it was the same girl from the photograph she had sent before, but he had a hunch that this girl was the same one. 

[ kakao > Eunmi ] Congratulations. You’re much faster than I thought you’d be. 

[ kakao > Eunmi ] If you don’t tell me your name, what should I call you? If I’m an ahjussi, maybe you should be a grandmother >.<

[ kakao > Eunmi ] Your next task is to find a firefighter and take a picture with him and his fire truck. You have to be in the photo too, or it doesn’t count. 

[ kakao > Eunmi ] By the way, that blue dress looks really good on you ;)

[hgdkyungsoo-blog]

«i’ll pay you back»

[hgdyixing-blog]

well, that was a bit forward, and kyungsoo’s not used to experiencing it when he wasn’t at his… uh, previous work. that’s why he’s looking at the young man again–zhang yixing as he introduced himself–while he processed what he just said. “h–… do kyungsoo. my name is do kyungsoo.”

he cleared his throat and pursed his lips, almost making the mistake of giving him another name. this wasn’t work, this was everyday, and he still needed to remember that he didn’t need to put up his walls up all the time. a moment later, kyungsoo looked down to yixing’s extended hand, realizing belatedly what it meant, then reached out to shake it with his own. he probably needed to answer his question now.

“i… um…“ hopefully he assumed the stuttering came about from being caught off guard. “i usually work evenings.”

Yixing hummed thoughtfully. “You work evenings, huh? Well, that won’t work then.” 

The cafe was getting more crowded now, and the two of them were crammed into a small space near the counter as they waited for their drinks. He was close enough to his new friend to pick out little details, to smell his cologne, to see the loose thread on his shirt. 

Yixing wasn’t sure why he felt so strongly, but he really liked this person he had only just bumped into. Something about Kyungsoo made him terribly curious. 

“Lunch then,” he suggested with another dimpled smile. “Are you free during the day? We can get lunch? How does that sound?”

And he gave Kyungsoo his best smile, the one that most people found hard to refuse. 

[hgdlu]

orion ;

with: @hgdyixing

Ok, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have eaten a full meal planned for two, but Lu Han is desperately looking for more views and everyone had been requesting for his take on a specific new plate from a specific new restaurant. Now that it’s done, he can only hope his little stroll around the neighbourhood will help him digest a little better, because he’s too full to even stomach some tea or medicine.

The night is chillier than expected, although that’s not unwelcome - it helps him cope with the feel of exploding from the inside. His scarf is unwrapped because it suffocates him, nose turning red with each passing minute. The streets get emptier the closer he gets to the little park that has two broken lamp posts, it’s darker and not many people are willing to go through it. Lu Han is about to turn around too, an uneasy feeling running on his veins at the prospect of walking there alone, but then he sees someone lying on the floor near the monkey bars.

At first, he thinks it’s a drunk guy sleeping the alcohol off, but he’s always been one to follow his intuition, and at the moment, it’s telling him to check it out. “Hey.” He mumbles once he’s close enough to the other. It might be the darkness surrounding them, but Lu Han thinks the guy has a dazed look on his face. “You okay?”

[hgdyixing-blog]

Yixing looks up at the concerned face that is currently blocking his view of the heavens. 

The boy looks roughly his age, with a pale complexion and big eyes. He’s pretty cute, Yixing thinks lazily, but he’s currently more focussed on the fact that said pretty cute face is blocking out Carina, Vela, Puppis, and Pyxis. 

“Are you okay?” Yixing counters, the cool grass soft beneath his back. It’s cold enough that his breath steams out from chilled lips. Then he laughs at himself - he’s always said the wrong things, after all - and adjusts the beanie that’s currently keeping his ears from freezing. 

He sits up enough to grab the stranger’s hand and pull him to a sitting position on the grass beside Yixing. “Stop being so weird,” he says, which is pretty rich considering he’s the one that’s weird. “Because of you, I can’t get a good view of the stars. On a night as clear as this, you have to look at the stars. It’s a sin not to.” 

And he flashes his new friend a dimpled smile. 

[hgdyixing-blog]

   The stranger’s response came not long after Seung yeon’s message went out. And when the notification box flashed on the screen, her finger was quick to tap on it instantly bringing her to the desired screen. Reading the next instruction had seung yeon’s eyebrow furrowed; “Fortune cookies with the word–happy” She read aloud.

Sure, it isn’t difficult to look for a box of fortune cookies since the lunar new year is just days away but to be looking for one that contain a specific note was just almost impossible.

Seung yeon made her way to the nearest mart which was two streets away. And as soon as she spotted the fortune cookies, she quickly grabbed two boxes (just to play safe) and sat on the chairs outside to crack the cookies apart. The female was just down to two cookies after 10 minutes of cracking all 27 cookies. “It has got to be one of them” The female nodded and cracked two together before pulling the papers out.

And when her eyes finally saw the light, seung yeon screamed excitedly before quickly snapping a picture. The female debated for a while whether to include her face in the photo but gave in eventually; so Instead of the usual smiley face, she closed her eyes and pulled a frown instead while holding the piece of paper. “There… I hope he’s satisfied now.

[ kakao >> yeonie ] attached.img

[ kakao >> yeonie ] …. ahjussi, are you at the café near GS 25?

She looked around after sending the message, hoping to see a suspicious male but being in korea, almost everyone is using the same model. But she was almost sure that he was in the area.

Yixing opened the attached picture with a mixture of eagerness and amusement. He certainly hadn’t expected to be kept so entertained today, but his little game with the nameless girl was turning out to be quite entertaining. 

He looked at the photograph, smiling. So his mystery girl had long hair and pretty eyes. He couldn’t see her mouth, because she was holding up a fortune to cover it. 

You can make your own happiness. 

Yixing grinned. So she had found a fortune after all. She was better at this scavenger hunt than he had expected. 

He quickly typed out a reply. 

[ kakao >> Eunmi ] I’m impressed. You’re doing better than expected.

[kakao >> Eunmi] Your next task is to find a buy one get one free coupon from an ice cream parlor. Bonus points if you tell me your name. 

[kakao >> Eunmi] and I’m nowhere near GS25, but good try ;) 

[hgdkyungsoo-blog]

«i’ll pay you back»

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Yixing watched the dark-haired boy with the heart-shaped lips slinging his bag around his shoulder, a smile picking at his lips. He can’t even count the number of times he’d left his own wallet somewhere; in fact, he seemed to forever be leaving things or losing them. 

He quickly stepped up, handing some bills to the cashier. “Don’t cancel the order,” he told the barista. “It’s on me.” He gave the man a friendly smile. “From someone who has lost their wallet more times than I care to admit.” 

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when he turned around to face the other man talking, he studied him while getting over the surprise of the offer. oh, he was a foreigner. that would explain the heavy accent.

his brows furrowed at the kindness, looking weary about someone else paying for him. kyungsoo didn’t like being in debt to a person and seeing as he didn’t have his money with him now, was already thinking of how he’d be able to pay him back. still, he watched the transaction and the receipt being given as he gripped his bag’s strap harder. “you really didn’t have to… “ he commented when they both stepped out of the way to wait for their orders. “but thank you. i’ll pay you back somehow.”

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Yixing hummed thoughtfully, rocking up onto his toes and then back onto his heels again. “You really don’t have to pay me back,” he assured the other. 

He chanced a glance at his new companion. The boy was handsome, with dark eyes and dark hair and a serious countenance. Yixing wondered if he was as uptight as he looked on first sight. 

He grinned suddenly and extended his hand. “I’m Zhang Yixing. It’s nice to meet you. If you really want to make it up to me, let’s go out to dinner sometime.” He blushed suddenly. “It doesn’t have to be a date or anything,” he quickly assured the man. “I only moved here a few months ago, so I don’t have many friends yet, so, if it’s okay with you, would you like to go out to dinner with me sometime?” 

[akfjsd]

Dimpled smiles | zyx & bb

Having his uncle call him out for dinner only ever meant one of two things, one, he had spoken to Bambam’s mother and once again felt the need to remind his nephew of the importance of school, or two he wanted to scold him for something – sometimes it was even both, but regardless of which, it meant Bambam had to sit at some restaurant, mostly looking around or pondering on his next mural - something that was often the reason he got scolded in the first place – while ordering new plates of meat whenever the older man was particularly distracted by his own lecture.

This evening was no difference in that sense, he was in on his third plate of meat, watching it cook on the grill placed on the table in front of him, something that was different however, was the waiter; he hadn’t been able to keep from glancing over at he man ever so often since that he had taken his first order, watching him move a round the restaurant, though quickly turning his attention on to anything else whenever the waiter turned in his direction even if he wasn’t looking at Bambam himself. He claimed it had everything to do with the way the slightly older – or so he assumed – male smiled, the way his left cheek dipped into a dimple, making his tongue stick slightly to the roof of his mouth, resulting in an awkward pause from his side when being asked what he wanted, only made worse as the first word left him in an uncharacteristic stutter making even his uncle raise an eyebrow at him. It was stupid, he was being stupid. Hell.

Being brought out of his quiet examination of the waiter’s profile by having his birth name called in an all too familiar, clearly irritated tone, he looked over at the man across from him, with eyebrows furrowed while slowly putting another piece of meat into his mouth, if only to annoy the other further. As the elder announced his departure, the blonde simply nodded, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. “You’re paying though, right ahjussi?”

He barely managed to duck his head down and avoid the smack aimed for him, grin in place as he let his body relax, splaying his long legs out under the table, and putting his full focus on finishing the free food.

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“Here you go,” Yixing said, sliding a plate of raw meat onto one of the tables and simultaneously delivering a bottle of soju to the next. 

The restaurant was currently packed, so he was, of course, busy. Not too busy to notice the cutie at one of the tables, however. 

The kid, probably a few years younger than him or so, had been eating with a middle aged gentleman, but his older companion had left after delivering a smack to the younger. Now the kid was sitting by himself, finishing off the barbecue and side dishes that remained. 

Yixing was a bit of a space cadet sometimes, and oftentimes even the most obvious of things went over his head. Even he, however, couldn’t miss the way the kid looked at him every couple of minutes. There was a glint in his eye that spoke volumes, and it made Yixing smile to himself. 

He waited until there was a bit of a lull, and he grabbed a bottle of cola from the refrigerator and brought it to the kid’s table. He set it down close enough that his hand brushed against the customer’s. 

“Service,” he announced with a smile and a wink. 

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     Raging, seung yeon stared at the phone briefly before putting her ear back to the receiver. She couldn’t comprehend what she had just heard. “I mean— wait, why would i want to do something for you to get my phone back? I mean, it’s my phone!” At that point, seung yeon wasn’t the usual friendly girl but of another being. “How would I know if you wouldn’t trick me or get me to do illegal stuff.” The young female mumbled.

“Where are you now? Are you at the cafe? I’m on my way there and and…” with her eyelids blinking rapidly, seung yeo tried to come up with a good scare-off. Just then,  She spotted the campus’s security guard stopping a few students for whatever crime they were commiting. “And i’m bringing a few security guards along with me so you have been warned. Ahjussi, you had better return me my phone!“

Of course she was lying, the flustered female was hoping the male would back off and return her the phone. Her friend was laughing at the whole conversation beside her and even louder at the fact that seung yeon had just came up with the most ridiculous warning.

“So are you going to give it back to me or no?” To say that she wasn’t worried about the male actually tossing the phone in the bin would be a total big lie but she couldn’t let the male know she was desperate (even if he already knew).

Yixing laughed loudly at her obvious bluff. 

“Oh, I’m far from the cafe, sweetheart. You’ll never find me. And from the sound of your voice, I can’t be that much older than you. Definitely not on ahjussi. But you do sound pretty cute all flustered like this.” 

He hummed thoughtfully. “For your first task, we’re going to go on a scavenger hunt. You’ve got to find a boy in a pink tutu and take a picture, then send it to this phone. That’s the first item on your scavenger hunt.” 

He couldn’t help but grin to himself. This was definitely going to be fun. 

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     Seung yeon had anaged to calm herself down a little but she was still overwhelmed with worry and perhaps— annoyance. And she probably knew that if she didn’t follow his rules, she can forget about taking her phone back. "Okay, fine. But you will return me my phone right?” Seung yeon asked. 

After hanging up, seung yeon turned towards her friend. “Chingu yah~” she sang. “I have to go on a scavenger hunt so please tell me i can keep your phone…I’ll return it to you when I get mine back. Okay?”

 After getting permission from her friend, she quickly set off and went to the cafe and search for the boy. With the help from a few passerby, seung yeon fnally managed to track the said boy down. She followed the stranger’s instructions and sent the selca to her own phone. 

[ kakao >> yeonie ] attached.img 

[ kakao >> yeonie ] ahjussi, what’s next? 

[hgdyixing-blog]

The phone sitting on the table vibrated, and Yixing looked up from his work in surprise. He’d relocated to another cafe and had been so absorbed in his work that he’d hardly noticed the passage of time. 

He picked up the phone and checked the attachment, unable to keep a dimpled grin from spreading across his face. The photograph was quite comical. It showed a boy, maybe college age or a little younger, wearing a bright pink tutu and offering passersby fliers from a newly-opened skincare store. He definitely liked the photograph. 

He also found it kind of endearing the way the girl kept referring to him as ahjussi. 

Though he’d been pretty absorbed in his work - he was writing a new song - he’d managed to think about what her next task would be and he was able to type out his message without hesitation. 

[ kakao >> Eunmi ] find a fortune cookie that says the word ‘happy’ and send a photo >.< bonus points if you’re in the photo too

[hgdkyungsoo-blog]

«i’ll pay you back»

with his day off and his roommate using the officetel space to work, kyungsoo used his time to go back to his habit of reading in a cafe. it was too cold to sit outside unfortunately, has been since he became a civilian again, so the cafe’s atmosphere was good enough.

he ordered himself something bitter and strong, requesting the barista to add another espresso shot into his drink. if he was going to stay out for long, then he needed some way to stay awake. he reached into his bag to grab his wallet, but after some careful searching, he couldn’t feel it anywhere.

shit. did he forget it at home? kyungsoo placed his bag onto the counter to help him reach into it, but it was to no avail.

how could he forget? why would he take it out of his bag in the first place? …unless he was organizing his luggage and his wallet happened to get caught in the middle of his sea of black clothing.

with a sigh, he slung the bag around his shoulder again. “i’m sorry,” he said to the worker. “please cancel my order. i don’t have my wallet on me.” it wasn’t embarrassing; rather he berated himself on how careless he was for forgetting a necessity. kyungsoo stepped out of the way to let the next person order as he went through options of what to do now.

[ @hgdyixing ]

[hgdyixing-blog]

Yixing watched the dark-haired boy with the heart-shaped lips slinging his bag around his shoulder, a smile picking at his lips. He can’t even count the number of times he’d left his own wallet somewhere; in fact, he seemed to forever be leaving things or losing them. 

He quickly stepped up, handing some bills to the cashier. “Don’t cancel the order,” he told the barista. “It’s on me.” He gave the man a friendly smile. “From someone who has lost their wallet more times than I care to admit.”