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HOSHI'S KNOWN FOR HAVING ONE OF THE BEST STAGE PRESENCES IN KPOP HISTORY with how confident he was and how much aura he holds on stage. Kwon Soonyoung on the other hand, is the complete opposite when he tries to talk to you, one of Minghao's dancer friends. When he finally works up the courage to, he realizes you can only understand Chinese and everyone begins to wonder how far his crush on you will take him, including himself.
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HOSHI'S KNOWN FOR HAVING ONE OF THE BEST STAGE PRESENCES IN KPOP HISTORY with how confident he was and how much aura he holds on stage. Kwon Soonyoung on the other hand, is the complete opposite when he tries to talk to you, one of Minghao's dancer friends. When he finally works up the courage to, he realizes you can only understand Chinese and everyone begins to wonder how far his crush on you will take him, including himself.
PAIRING: idol!soonyoung x backup dancer! fem!reader
GENRE: Strangers to Lovers, Tooth Rotting Fluff
AU: Idolverse AU
TOTAL WC: 5.9K
WARNINGS: slight mentions of self-doubt, mentions of consumption of food and beverages, mentions of wedding and yoon jeonghan being the biggest menace in the universe (what's new lol)
PLAYLIST: for breezy when we get lost in translation ~ soonyoung
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hello everyone! i'm back with my third fic for the love letter event that kay and i are doing! this might be one of the fics that i enjoyed writing the most... i love writing yearner hoshi and this fic really made me miss him a lotttt so i hope you enjoy anxious yet charming hoshi who would risk it all for the girl he wants <3
ps: this is not beta-read... all the fics in love letter (except the first) are not beta-d LOL but still, enjoy <3
for yuki...
i hope you enjoy this fic! thank you for being a really cool moot and for answering the form with really amazing answers that prompted me to write this! i hope you enjoy it! <3
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TEASE
Soonyoung is always looking for new ways to tease his members.
It's a known fact not just to the members but to the rest of the world too. If there was an opportunity, Soonyoung would be the first to take it and use it to his advantage.
He didn't care about winning the game or whatever challenge they were doing, he just needed to be the funniest and wittiest in the room.
Today was no different.
"Do you ever take a day off, Kwon Soonyoung?!" Seungkwan whines, shooting daggers at the man in question. "I swear you just love to make our life a living hell."
Soonyoung just flashes the younger member a smirk as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Seungkwan ah~ Weren't you the one who really liked the chereography when it was pitched? I'm just making sure we're acing it like we always do." His eyebrow raises, the teasing smirk growing bigger on his lips. "Are you getting old?"
Seungkwan's eye twitches as his fist clenches while Soonyoung's eyes crinkle, loving the feeling of riling up one of the younger members.
Mingyu sighs before wrapping his arms around Seungkwan who looked like he will pounce the tiger wannabe at any moment. "Don't give into his goading, Seungkwan." Mingyu flashes the older member a "really" look as he tightens his hold on the younger member. "You know he loves to do this because he gets a rise out of you."
Soonyoung's smirk deepens as Seungkwan begins complaining and trashing against Mingyu who just sighs and tightens his grip.
"You're a menace, you know?" Soonyoung turns to see Jeonghan standing behind him, taking a drink from the water he's sharing with Minghao. "You know picking on Seungkwan during non-filmed dance practices never end well, especially if we've been here since eight this morning."
Soonyoung just shrugs, about to reply when Minghao cuts him off. "You're one to talk." He mutters. "You thrive off tricking us and being the smartest in the room."
Jeonghan flashes Minghao a look of bewilderment. "What?" He asks, dragging out the 't's. "No I don't!" Minghao fixes him with an unimpressed expression.
“Sure.” Minghao deadpans. Jeonghan pouts before he starts to whine, making Minghao's eyes roll before he walks away from the man. Jeonghan though, ever the menace, trots after the younger man, continuing his assault of whines.
Soonyoung can't help but smile before realizing he still has a tiny terror after him. He turns back to Seungkwan who is still sulking in Mingyu's hold and flashes another teasing smile before patting the younger man's head.
"Seungkwan ah~" He coos. "Don't scowl at me like that, you're going to get a lot of wrinkles."
His statement causes the latter's scowl to deepen and he opens his mouth to curse at Soonyoung again when he gets cut off by a girl yelling.
"Hao!"
Everyone's attention whips to the source of the sound, blinking as they see a girl peaking into the practice room, her hair in a high bun with a mask and a hat on. Minghao, who was still trapped in an eternal torment with Jeonghan, turns to the door and blinks before a warm smile overtakes his features.
"Breezy."
The girl wastes no time and runs into the room, wrapping her arms around Minghao, in a tight hug. The two begin to chat in Chinese as they ignore the rest of the room staring at them, as if they were the only two people there.
Soonyoung's gaze flickers between the pair as he watching Minghao laugh at something the girl said.
"Who's that?" He hears Chan asking Jun who is standing beside him.
"Minghao's dancer friend." Jun answers, a small smile on his face. "You guys have never met her before?"
The rest of the room shakes their head as they watch the two converse fast, practice definitely forgotten. Breezy shifts a little as Minghao plucks the cap off of her head, placing it on top of his long blonde hair as he says something to her in Chinese. The girl rolls her eyes but moves her hand to pull down her mask and what Soonyoung sees makes his breath hitch.
His eyes go wide as he stares at you and your beautiful smile as you whack Minghao's shoulder at something stupid that he just said, rolling your eyes in the process. He recognizes you now, you were one of Minghao's friends that he brought in for music video for Orbit. He remembered how much of a passion project that was for Minghao and how he had insisted that one of the dancers had to be his friend.
He didn't have the time to go onto the set himself, being busy with his own schedule but he had watched the video after and he remembered thinking you were pretty. However, the video pales in comparison to you standing a few meters away from them, bare faced with your hair tied high.
Seungcheol, ever one to bring everyone back on track, claps to gather everyone's attention so that they can start up practice again. Everyone starts to move, stretching a little as they prepare for yet another two grueling hours of practice when Chan notices Soonyoung's gaze, transfixed somewhere.
Chan frowns at the sight. "Hyung?" He starts to call softly, tilting his head to the side as he tries again. "Hyung?"
Jeonghan turns, upon hearing Chan's confused calls as he looks between Soonyoung and where his gaze is fixed on. "Well, well, well…" Jeonghan coos, crossing his arms with a small smirk on his face. "Look what we have here."
"What?" Chan asks, his gaze on the older member. "What do we have?"
Jeonghan's smirk grows as he gestures between you and Soonyoung. "I think someone might have a little crush on Eisa's pretty dancer friend."
Seungkwan who wasn't that far away, peers over his older member's shoulder and gasps when he notices it. "Oh my god." He breathes out. "He's entranced by her."
Jeonghan lets out a soft chuckle as Seungkwan's mind races, devising and plotting.
Because for the first time, the rest of Seventeen have something to tease Soonyoung with.
You.
SILENT YEARNING
After that day, Soonyoung became… weirder?
It started with practice on Monday and how Minghao offhandedly mentioned that you were coming in the groupchat. Everyone was stretching in the practice room when Soonyoung walked in, a little later than usual and when they looked at him, they did a double take.
Because Soonyoung wasn't dressed in his normal practice attire. Instead, he had on a baggy hoodie, comfortable sweatpants and trainers and his hair was a little more styled than usual.
Jeonghan immediately smirked seeing this. "Soonyoung ah~" He cooed. "Why are you dressed so nicely today?"
Soonyoung blinked at his older member as he felt a slight flush spread across his cheeks at how Jeonghan had called him out so easily. "Well." He coughed. "Are we not doing the dance practice shoot today?" He rubs the back of his neck. "I wanted to look nicer for our carats."
A few of the members exchanged looks, not believing a single word falling from his lips. Unexpectedly, Jeonghan didn't push, instead his smirk just deepened as he clicked his tongue. "Ah, you're right, you're right."
Soonyoung was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Jeonghan said, "Since you are dressed so nicely, how about you record the dance challenge with Breezy later?" His eyes twinkled with mischief before he turned to Minghao, "Didn't the staff ask you about that earlier as well, Eisa?"
Minghao blinked at the older member before his eyes slowly dragged over to see Soonyoung a little paler than before. "Erm." He muttered as he internally apologized to his childhood friend for making her go through this. "Yeah, they did want someone to film the challenge with her later."
Jeonghan clapped his hand as a huge grin painted his lips. "Great!" He looked back at Soonyoung, the shit-eating grin on his face growing wider. "So it's decided! Thank you, Soonyoung ah."
All Soonyoung could do was stand there as he contemplated his life decisions while the rest of the members snickered behind their hands, loving the opportunity they were given to tease him.
It was much to their dismay when you suddenly called Minghao to reschedule saying that you got called in for a last minute dance shoot. They watched Soonyoung breathed a sigh of relief and joked about how he wasn't ready to even teach you the dance but they saw through his little facade and noticed the soft disappointment that lingered behind it.
But that was the start of a foreseeable pattern.
Soonyoung kept a closer eye on the groupchat for any mentions of you. He managed to find your Instagram on his private and was mesmerized by how ethereal you looked while dancing your heart out. He silently started to yearn to see you more.
He tried to keep it under wraps, tried not to let it get seen but after not seeing you for a month, he started to get a little desperate.
"What do you want?" Minghao deadpans out, staring the older man dead in the eye with a small frown on his face.
Soonyoung blinks at him before letting out a nervous chuckle. "What? What makes you think I want something?"
Minghao had tapped Soonyoung on the shoulder a few moments earlier, signaling to him that they needed to talk which led them outside the practice room, the two of them facing each other in the hallway leading up to it.
Minghao's eyebrow raises. "You've been staring at me for the whole practice. Everytime when I think you're going to ask me something, you turn around before going back to staring at me again." He clicks his tongue. "Just… tell me what is on your mind please?"
Soonyoung stares at the younger man before saying, "Can I have Breezy's number please?"
Pin drop silence is heard after that as Minghao analyzes the man in-front of him.
"No."
Soonyoung's eyes widen. "W-What?" He sputters out.
Minghao sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Breezy doesn't like it when people give out her numbers to people that she doesn't know."
"But… she's been in our practice room before!"
Minghao shoots Soonyoung an 'are you serious' look before shaking his head. "That's besides the point, Hyung." He points at him. "You need to be the one to ask for her number if you really want it. It's not my place to give out her number if she isn't comfortable with it."
Soonyoung considers that for a second before he looks towards the ground and nods. "Alright." He breathes out, a little quieter than he normally would, feeling a little bit of the pressure. Minghao notices and sighs again.
He takes a few steps forward until he is in-front of the older man and places a hand on his shoulder. "She's really nice, Hyung." He says softly, sensing the older man's nerves. "Just be yourself."
Soonyoung looks up at Minghao, his eyes turning hopeful. "Alright. I will… Thanks!" He says, nodding as he gives Minghao a small smile, to which the younger boy returns.
"No problem."
"Does that mean you'll give me pointers on what to say to her and—"
"I think they're calling us back for practice."
CRUSH ON YOU
The next time Soonyoung sees you, is close to two weeks after the 'pep talk' Minghao had given him. He was nervous to say the least because why was he so affected by you. He could brave many different stages across the world and dance many difficult dances but the thought of talking to you? It just sends a wave of jitters through him.
An arm slinging around his shoulders, knocks him out of his thoughts. "Excited?" Jeonghan asks with that same twinkle in his eyes. "You're filming the dance challenge with your girlfriend today!"
Soonyoung's cheeks flush red instantly. "She's not my girlfriend!" He all but whispers out, his voice higher by a few octaves as it cracks a little.
The shit-eating smirk on Jeonghan's face grows. "Not yet~" He teases, wiggling his eyebrows. "A little birdie told me that you were planning on asking for her number today."
Soonyoung flushes redder. Damn Minghao and his love for spreading a little gossip sometimes.
Soonyoung opens his mouth to retort when the door to the practice room swings open. The small talk going around the room falters a little as you walk in, gaining the attention of everyone, especially your dance challenge partner for the day.
Minghao is by your side, an easy smile on his face.
The two of you converse a little before Minghao places a reassuring hand on the small of your back as you nervously fiddle with your fingers.
"Everyone." He gestures to you. "Some of you know her but let me officially introduce her." He says your name a few seconds after. "But she said that everyone can call her Breezy as well."
You nod, shyly as you lift up your hand in a small wave with a dazzling smile on your face. Soonyoung swears he could've melted right then and there with how cute you looked. Your hair has been curled and the matching baggy sweats you were wearing last time had been replaced with a black cropped off-shoulder sweater and a pair of baggy gray jeans.
"She said she's very excited to work with you." Minghao says, giving Soonyoung a little smirk. "I've already taught her the dance beforehand so you guys just need to film the challenge."
Soonyoung swallows once. Twice. Before he nods, feeling his nerves spiking as you get closer to him. "It's so nice to meet you!" He chirps out, praying that his voice doesn't waver under your gaze. "Minghao's talked a lot about you and I'm really glad that I get to work with you!"
He watches as you give him a small confused smile before turning to Minghao who is quick to say some stuff in Chinese. Clarity washes over your features before you say something back to him in Chinese.
"She said that I've talked about you a lot and she's glad that it's you dancing with her."
In any other circumstance, Soonyoung would've probably willed for the floor to swallow him whole at the thought of his crush saying those words to him. However, all his thoughts are at a standstill as he pales.
Because his brain had suddenly pieced everything together.
Your little confused look and the way Minghao was translating everything for you.
You couldn't speak a single word of Korean and Soonyoung has no idea what this means for his major crush on you.
THE PLAN
"Is he okay?" Jun asks Chan, peering at a very sulky Soonyoung who has his head face down on the table.
Chan spares the unit leader a glance before shaking his head. "He's sulking because Breezy can only speak Chinese so he's at a lost for what he wants to do."
Soonyoung had been in a state of denial for the last few days. The dance challenge had finished within the hour and he had been quick to give you a bow of goodbye before he dashed out of the room. All the feelings he had felt crashed onto him at once and he ended up crashing at Jihoon's place because he didn't think he could be alone right now.
Jihoon had tried his best to cheer the older one up, letting him listen a few of the demos he was working on for their next comeback but, in the end, all he could do was watch him silently spiral.
Jun frowns at this information as a look of confusion fills his features.
"What?" He asks as his eyebrows furrow. "That can't be right, she—"
He cuts himself off with a yelp as Minghao elbows him. Jun shoots Minghao a questioning glare to which the latter just mutters out some stuff in Chinese before a wave of clarity crosses over Jun's features.
"Oh." He mutters, rubbing his side where Minghao had elbowed him. "No wonder she only spoke Chinese to me when we saw her."
Seungcheol watches silently from across the room before he stands up and walks towards Soonyoung. He crouches to the side of him, meeting the other leader's eye.
"You okay?" He asks quietly. Soonyoung stares at his general leader before giving him a small nod.
"Yeah." He admits, his tone a little defeated. "I think this means that my crush on her can't go on."
Seungcheol frowns and opens his mouth to say something when he gets cut off by Chan. "Hyung, what if you learn Chinese for her?"
"Isn't Chinese is a really hard language to learn though?" Joshua asks. "Learning the basics takes some time and being able to use it in conversation takes even longer."
The room goes silent as Soonyoung sighs, finally lifting his head from the table. "I think it's a lost cause." He shakes his head. "I just need to accept that I might never get her, much less have the chance to talk to her."
The rest of the members exchange looks at Soonyoung's answer before Jun speaks up. "Well…" He clears his throat. "Chinese is a little easier to pick up and say what you want to in writing." He gives Soonyoung a small smile. "Why don't you write her notes and letters instead?"
Soonyoung blinks at Jun's suggestion. "I don't know…" He softly says, swallowing. "Do you think she might feel creeped out by it?"
Minghao sighs and rubs his temple. "No." He breathes out, gaining Soonyoung's attention. "She loves little notes and letters. She's seen so many movies about couples getting letters from their loved ones too, like the 'Lake House' and 'Dear John'."
"Those are some really good movies." Vernon chimes in, his ears perking up from the movies listed. "She's got good taste."
Seungkwan rolls his eyes at the boy beside him. "Is that the only thing you're adding to this conversation?"
Vernon just shrugs. "I just like good movies."
Seungkwan shakes his head at the cinephile and retorts with something else but Soonyoung tunes them out with a smile as he turns back to Jun and Minghao.
"You guys really think this will work?"
The two Chinese members share a look before Jun gives their unit leader a smile. "Yeah." He says. "Hao and I can help you with it as well if you want." He looks to the younger man and nudges him. "Right?"
Minghao looks between Soonyoung's hopeful face and Jun's smile before sighing. "Right." He mutters before he fixes the two of them with a warning look. "But if this goes sideways, I am denying having had anything to do with this."
THE NOTES
Soonyoung thinks he's never worked this hard in his life. Since the discussion a month and a half ago, he's been taking one to two hour Chinese lessons with Jun and Minghao to learn how to write the Chinese characters. It was definitely more difficult to write the Chinese forms but Jun and Minghao were great teachers, sometimes Joshua was also there to just provide a little insight with the limited Chinese knowledge that he had.
Before he knew it, he managed to write the characters out neatly and concisely with the help of them plus the Chinese dictionary app.
Much to his delight, over those few weeks, PLEDIS had employed your efforts to help with Minghao's newest music video that he was releasing in the next month or so. This meant that Soonyoung would be seeing you around more often as well.
"Ready?" Chan asks beside him. Soonyoung nods, the little note in his pocket weighing him down heavily as he swallows his nerves. He adjusts the mask on his face before quietly walking into the room with Chan and Jun, their hands filled with food and beverages.
Minghao walks over to the three of them a couple minutes later with a tired smile on his face while the dancers go to the snack table. Soonyoung should be focusing on the answers that leaves Minghao's mouth as Jun and Chan ask him questions about the chereo and practice. But his attention and eyes find you instead, still practicing the chereo by yourself in the mirror.
He admires you quietly, watching you nail it, step after step as you hum the song to yourself while the rest of the room quietly converses around you. Before he could second guess himself, he quickly walks towards the table of food and grabs a sandwich before making his way over to you.
His nerves spike the closer he gets to you, making him take a deep breath before he clears his throat, getting your attention. Soonyoung swears you whip around in slow motion as you flash him a cute smile.
You bow in greeting to which Soonyoung returns, the silence a little awkward between the two of you. You tilt your head almost as if you were questioning if he needed something. He blinks at you before nodding, remembering why he was standing in front of you in the first place. He clumsily digs through his pocket, nearly dropping the note in the process as he flushes a little more red in-front of you.
Before he continues to make a complete fool out of himself, he quickly shoves the note and the sandwich into your hands.
"Eat." He says softly in Chinese.
Your ears perk up as you stare at the food in his hands before taking it into yours. Soonyoung watches you open the note, as everything becomes muffled, his heart thumping being the only sound that fills his ears.
He watches your eyes flit through the lines of his neat scrawls of Chinese as he chews the inside of his cheek, silently recalling what he had written.
I hope this food cheers you up and helps you to dance better!
Please remember to drink water as well :)
ps: i hope my handwriting isn't too messy ><
pss: i'm sorry if the words are wrong too, blame Jun and Minghao if they are!
He is about to combust from anticipation when he hears you giggle. He blinks at you as you turn to hime with a big smile on your face.
"Thank you." You say in Chinese, one of the few words that Soonyoung is able to understand. Your smile melts his heart as his cheeks flush once more as he nods, scratching the back of his nape.
"No problem." He answers back softly in Chinese, the words rolling off his tongue easily from the practice with Minghao and Jun. You surprise him by grabbing his hand and tugging him to the corner of the room where your stuff was.
You plop down onto the floor and pat the space beside you. He blinks at you before slowly taking the seat beside you while you busy yourself with opening up the container. Once you do, you break the sandwich into half before offering it to him.
His eyes widen as he starts to shake his head with his hands up but stills when he sees the pout on your face. His mind blanks as his hand moves, grabbing the sandwich from you which instantly brings a smile to your face before you take a bite of your sandwich.
All Soonyoung can do is blink before he shakes his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips at how easily he gave in to you. He turns away, not wanting you to see the expression as he takes a bite of his half, the flavours warming his heart more than he remembers before.
Chan, Minghao and Jun watch the exchange from afar with various different looks.
"Wow." Chan starts. "She already has him wrapped around her finger."
Minghao scoffs at the sentence as Jun lets out a breath of a laugh but they didn't deny Chan's words.
Because they knew that it was only a matter of time before you had the lovesick man in the palm of your hands.
THE CONFESSION
That visit was the first of many that Soonyoung makes to the practice room. If he wasn't in the Seventeen recording studio, everyone would find him sitting next to you, sharing some snack or dessert.
With translation apps, he was able to find out your favourite drink and snack and would sometimes bring it while he visits the room. You insisted that he didn't need to do it and that his company was enough but you stopped when you realized that Soonyoung was just as — if not more — stubborn than you were.
He had brought more notes, making sure to give them to you before the two of you started your translation conversations which always brought a smile to your face.
The more time he spent with you, the more his crush on you grew which led him to this very moment.
"What do you mean you haven't asked her out yet?!" Seungkwan loudly asks, his face full of disbelief.
Soonyoung's cheeks heat up as he hisses for the younger boy to be quiet. They were in the practice room next to yours, waiting for Minghao to come in before they start the OT13 dance practice. Though he knew the walls were thick and you couldn't understand Korean, he didn't want anyone other than the rest of the members to hear.
"I just haven't gotten around to doing it." He admits with a small shrug. "I wanted to get to know her better and to get her comfortable with me before I even think about doing it."
Seungkwan frowns at his answer. "But." He starts, "Isn't she already really comfortable around you?"
The performance team leader chews the inside of his cheek. "I guess?" He softly states as he runs a hand through his hair. "I just don't want her to be weirded out by it or something. I'm scared it's too fast for her or that she doesn't like me and I lose her before I even get the chance to take her out on a date."
He glances upwards to meet Seungkwan's eyes, to see his expression change from one of frustration and confusion to one of understanding and sympathy. The two are quiet for a while till Soonyoung feels a hand on his shoulder.
He turns to see Joshua standing there with a soft smile on his lips. "Didn't mean to eavesdrop but," Joshua pauses, sparing Seungkwan a glance before his eyes are back on him. "Seungkwan's right. From what the rest have been saying about it, Breezy seems pretty comfortable around you already. I'm not saying that you have to ask her out this instance but you wouldn't know how she feels if you don't ask her out."
Soonyoung looks at Joshua's genuine expression before his eyes flicker over to Seungkwan who has a similar one on his face. He sighs and nods. "You're right. I'll do it."
And do it, he did.
Soonyoung wipes his sweaty palms against the side of his pants as he takes a deep breath. Minghao had texted him, telling him that they were wrapping up for the day which presented the perfect opportunity for him to try and ask you out. He had written a note because god forbid he messes up all the Chinese he had been practicing by fumbling it through asking you out on a date.
He patiently waits outside the room before seeing it open and the rest of the backup dancers trail out. He pushes off of the wall when he sees you and Minghao walk out of the room, conversing in quick and soft Chinese before you spot him.
"Soonyoung!" You call out, making his heart melt from the way his name sounded falling from your lips. Minghao glances between the two of you before excusing himself, saying that he needs to go and meet Jun.
Minghao sends Soonyoung one last look that says 'don't mess this up' before he bids you goodbye with a soft kiss to the top of your head and walks down the hallway, disappearing into the lift.
Your attention is back on him after your friend disappears as you whip out your phone to ask what he was doing here.
"I have something for you." He softly admits, the app translating his words into Chinese as he takes out the note from his pocket. He watches as your eyes widen in anticipation before you take it from his hands and slowly unfold it.
His heart thumps in his ears as he watches you read through the note, your eyes lingering on every word.
It feels like a million years had passed before you look up at him, making his breath catch as he eagerly waits for your answer. His heart sinks as he watches you tuck your phone back into your pocket. You open your mouth to say something when he stops you.
"I'm sorry." He starts, feeling his heart in his mouth. "I didn't mean to creep you out or whatever. I knew this would be too fast but I still did it anyway and I didn't actually want to ask you out so soon but Seungkwan and Joshua — the members from my group — were telling me that I should just try to ask you out on the pretense that you might like me back. Because they saw how close we were getting and—"
"Soonyoung." Your soft voice effectively cuts off his ramble as you grab his shoulders firmly.
He blinks at you before he mumbles out another soft apology, realizing that you probably didn't understand a single word that he had just spouted because he was probably speaking too fast for the phone to pick up.
"Let me repeat all that so that you can understand it." He says softly into his phone, about to hit the translate button when you cut him off again.
"You don't need to." You say softly in Korean, offering him a shy smile. "I understood everything that you said."
Soonyoung feels his eyes widen as he nearly drops his phone. "Y-You," He stutters out, "You can speak Korean?!"
"I can." You admit softly.
"B-but, Minghao translating for you—"
"Was my idea." You say. "My Korean was a little rusty the first week that I met you and your members. I just flew back after a year long holiday in China and I asked Minghao if he could translate for me because my brain was adapting back to the language. I've been here since I was like eighteen so I picked up the language quite fast but it sometimes takes a while for me to switch my brain back, especially if it's a language that I haven't used in a while."
Soonyoung blinks at you. "So… how come you didn't tell me?"
A red flush spread across your cheeks. "Minghao might've mentioned that you were interested in me and told me stories about how you always tease your members so…" You give him a shy look. "I decided that I wanted to play a small prank on you as well."
Soonyoung feels his heart skip a beat as he sees the shy, mischievous expression on your face.
He lets out a soft chuckle. "You're a menace, aren't you?" He softly asks.
You let out a giggle. "A menace that you asked out to dinner." You tease, stepping closer to him. "Which I accept by the way."
Soonyoung feels the butterflies in his stomach flutter as he clears his throat. "Well." He coughs out. "There's this really good Chinese restaurant that Minghao recommended just down the street from here." He says as he takes a step closer to you, your jasmine and citrus perfume wafting through his nose. "But if you're feeling adventurous, there is this place two blocks away that sells ghost pepper ramyeon."
The way your eyes sparkle at his second suggestion makes his heart stutter a little more in his chest. "Well," you softly say as you reach out to intertwine your hand into his. "Let's see if you're as good with spice as you always claim you are."
HIMYM
"And that kids," Soonyoung says, slinging an arm around your shoulder. "Is the story of how I met your mother."
You can't help but roll your eyes as you husband concludes your kids bedtime story before you watch your daughter burst into a fit of giggles.
"I can't believe mummy tricked you, daddy." She squeaks out making your husband's eyebrows furrow as a pout is on his face.
"Hey!" He says, reaching over to tickle her. "You aren't suppose to be laughing at daddy! You're supposed to be scolding mummy and saying that she shouldn't have done such a thing!"
Your daughter squeals as Soonyoung continues his assault of tickles making you giggle as your younger son yawns. You coo at him before carrying him into your arms. He has a small frown on his face from how loud his sister is, making you nudge Soonyoung to stop. You stand from the edge of your daughters bed to go tuck your son into his bed.
Soonyoung notices and tickles your daughter for a few more seconds before he stops. Your daughter catches her breath as your husband smooths out her messy hair before tucking her back into her bed.
"Daddy."
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"What was in the note that you wrote to mummy to ask her to be your girlfriend?"
A soft smile spreads across as he takes a glance at you, recalling his words in the last note he wrote to you before you guys went out for dinner that night.
dear breezy,
i hope that my handwriting is easy to read because this is going to be a longer note than it usually is. i want to take you out on a date! i know that we might not be able to understand each other and that the journey ahead would be really tough but, i really like you. i liked you from the day that we passed each other during Minghao's first orbit shoot. i liked you from the moment i saw you in the messy bun in the practice room where i got enamored by you and i grew to like you even more these last few weeks.
i hope you do me the honour and pleasure of letting me take you out on a date. i love to show you how i feel instead of just using words because they do get lost in translation sometimes.
~ with love, soonyoung.
"I just told her that she's very pretty and that I wanted to treasure her for the rest of my life, sweetheart." Soonyoung softly summarizes. He feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up to meet your eyes. He gives you a smile full of love before looking back at your firstborn. He leans over to give her a kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight sweetheart."
"Goodnight daddy. Goodnight mummy."
"Goodnight pumpkin." You softly say before the two of you watch her snuggle into her blanket. The two of you leave the room quietly, turning off the lights in the process before shutting the door with a soft thud.
"Well," You softly start, wrapping your arms around your husband's neck. "Seems like we didn't get lost in translation after all."
Soonyoung lets out a soft chuckle as his hands find themselves around your waist. "No, we did not." He pulls you in slowly, leaving a quick peck on your lips.
"The wedding was beautiful as well."
"Yeah." He agrees before a sly smile appears on his lips. "It was so beautiful that even the wedding cake was in tiers."
PAIRING: yoon jeonghan x f!reader
GENRE: humor, 2000s au, smut [18+ mdni]
WC: 5,864
WARNINGS: getting stranded, making out sloppy style, fingering, petnames (good girl, princess), jeonghan is obsessed with the movie Cars (2006) bc i felt like it
A/N: requested by @jeongcheols for my milestone event! this one ended up a bit silly but i hope you enjoy!! [not beta'd]
SUMMARY: You and your boyfriend decide to take a roadtrip together, adventuring down historic Route 66 as you make your way to the Grand Canyon. But when what started out as a fun summer vacation unexpectedly takes a turn for the worse, you soon find yourself in the midst of several risky predicaments.
"Sooo, what did you think?"
Jeonghan turns to look at you as he pushes the heavy wooden door open, a slight grin spreading across his lips as he rolls his eyes, the look quickly extinguished by the blinding afternoon sun hitting him in the face like a grenade. You both squeeze your eyes shut; fumbling around in your bag for a moment, your fingers graze across the sleek acetate of your sunglasses, hurriedly retrieving them and shoving them onto your face. Blinking your eyes open, you can see Jeonghan again through the brown-tinted lenses, also having donned his shades. You've only been in New Mexico for one day, but you learned immediately that the desert sun is harsh and unforgiving; your skin tingles in its glare, the arid summer heat doing nothing to cool you down.
"It was pretty cool," he answers nonchalantly. You give him a light shove, nearly pushing him off the sidewalk.
"Hey!" he protests.
"'Pretty cool' my ass," you smirk. "I practically had to drag you out of the dinosaur exhibit."
"Okay," he concedes with a chuckle. "It was super duper really cool. Happy?"
"That's better," you reply smugly. "And you wanted to skip Albuquerque altogether!"
"All I said is we could've made it to the Grand Canyon in one go!"
"Sure, but where's the fun in that?" you grin.
He shrugs. "I'd just never been on a road trip before. I thought it would be boring."
"But I've proven you wrong?" you inquire hopefully.
"Technically it was Cars," he smirks, prompting you to whack him playfully in the arm.
"You and that fucking movie, I swear to god…"
"It's a good movie!!!" he insists. "It inspired me to visit the Southwest!"
"Oh my god, whatever," you grumble.
Jeonghan's face softens with a smile. He wraps his arm around you waist, pulling you in and giving you a kiss on the cheek.
"But there's no one I'd rather road trip with than you, babe."
Crossing the parking lot you arrive back to your boyfriend's 1995 Ford Taurus; its red paint is slightly dulled with age — a bit faded after 12 years of exposure to the elements — but today it seems to shine bright as new in the radiating summer sun. As soon as Jeonghan unlocks the vehicle you open the passenger-side door, only to immediately be hit with a stifling wall of dense heat.
"Blech," is your immediate reaction, your face contorting into a grimace at the unpleasant sensation. "I thought people were joking when they said cars can get as hot as ovens."
"Yeouch!" Jeonghan exclaims, rapidly pulling his hand off the top of the car he had grabbed without thinking. "How do people live with this heat every day??"
After letting some of the steaming air escape, the two of you reluctantly climb into the car's boiling interior. The backs of your thighs sting against the hot vinyl seat; you shift around awkwardly for a minute before you acclimate to the temperature. Jeonghan starts the car and the AC vents roar to life, blasting more hot air directly onto you. He quickly rolls down all four windows, the heat from outside feeling somehow cooler relative to the inside the car despite there being no breeze.
"Uh oh," Jeonghan says, staring at the dashboard. You peer over to see what he's looking at, frowning when you spot that the yellow check engine light is on.
"That wasn't there before, was it?"
"Nope," he replies, also frowning. "It's probably nothing, but…"
He thinks for a minute, then shuts the car off. He pulls the lever to pop the hood open, then opening his door again.
"I'm just gonna take a look real quick."
He hops out of the car and you watch as he walks to the front of the vehicle. He grabs the hood to open it, but quickly yanks his hand off, shouting out a string of curses at the searing hot metal. He tries again, more carefully this time, sticking his fingers under the hood and giving it a swift push. Your view of Jeonghan is now obstructed; you wait for him to come back, but he's out there for several minutes.
"Do you need help?" you call out the window.
"I think I got it," he calls back. "But thanks babe."
You hear him tinkering with something for a moment, then the hood shuts. Jeonghan walks back to the car, hopping in and turning the ignition. You both stare at the dashboard, but the check engine light does not reappear.
"Oh thank god," he says with a sigh of relief.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing, actually," he answers with a shrug. "Hopefully it was just a glitch."
You pull up the portable GPS navigator as Jeonghan takes off from the museum parking lot, typing in your destination as he heads back to the highway.
"We're finally gonna be driving on Route 66!" you announce excitedly. Despite Jeonghan's insistence that the movie Cars was the sole reason for this vacation, you've always wanted to take a road trip down the historic highway. As Jeonghan heads onto the entrance ramp the iconic Route 66 sign on the side of the road comes into view. You wish you would have thought to take a picture, but your digital camera is buried somewhere in your bag, and the camera on your flip phone isn't the greatest. Next time we see one, you make a mental note to yourself.
Jeonghan accelerates as he merges onto the highway, also smiling at the sight of the bold 66 on the route marker. He reaches over, taking hold of your hand and squeezing it tight.
"Grand Canyon, here we come."
It is peak golden hour when you stop at a small gas station to refuel. The current state of the desert sky is absolutely breathtaking, its palette more vibrant than any you've ever seen before; neon pinks, deep oranges, bold blues, and majestic purples paint the heavens — dreamy and picturesque in all their natural wonder.
Jeonghan parks the car at one of the pumps, shutting the engine off and reaching for his wallet.
"I'll start filling up then go grab us some snacks," he tells you. "You want anything in particular?"
"Surprise me."
As he starts pumping the gas, you rummage through your bag, feeling around until your hand closes on your camera. You hop out of the car; Jeonghan gives you an inquisitive look, but you just show him the camera in your hand.
"The sky is amazing," you tell him. "I gotta get a picture of this."
He smiles. "It is amazing, isn't it?"
You do your best to photograph the incredible scenery as Jeonghan pops inside the store, but although the previews on the small digital screen are beautiful they don't do it proper justice. As you wrap up you hear the click of the gas pump shutting off; walking back to the car, you place the pump back and screw the gas cap back on the tank. The air is still hot, but with the sun setting things have cooled off slightly now, the relief from the blazing sunlight making it feel almost pleasant out.
A minute later you spot Jeonghan returning from the store, carrying a heavy-looking plastic bag filled with goodies.
"Damn, did you buy the whole store?" you ask teasingly as he approaches the car.
He shrugs. "Figured it'd be better to have extra snacks than not enough snacks."
"True," you smile.
"Got you your favorite, though," he says, pulling a bottle of Diet Coke and a pack of Sour Skittles from the bag and handing them to you.
"Fuck yeah," you grin, giving him a kiss on the cheek as you happily accept the sweet treats. "Thanks babe, you're the best."
He gives you a soft smile. "Anything for you, my love."
"Here," you say to him, gesturing for hm to hand you the keys. "Let me drive. You've been driving this whole time."
"I'm okay—" he starts, going to open the driver-side door, but you snatch the keys out oof his hand anyway.
"I insist. You deserve a break."
"Okay," he concedes. "But I get the aux cord."
"Sure," you agree. "As long as you don't fucking play 'Life is a Highway' again."
"Hater," he teases, a wide grin spreading across his face as he gets into the passenger seat.
"I'm NOT a hater," you reply as you get in the car too, taking your seat behind the wheel. "It's a fine song, I just don't want to hear it a million times."
"It's a great song," he corrects you. "And we've only listened to it twice, thank you."
"Whatever," you roll your eyes, but you just laugh.
You take off down the desert road again, driving into the stunning sunset as you leave the gas station in the rear view mirror. At this point, there's not much out here — you're well in between towns now, the flat land around you seemingly stretching endlessly in every direction. You even spot a few tumbleweeds rolling alongside the two-land road, a phenomenon you didn't know was actually real until today. But despite the barren landscape, you find the open road to be calming, welcoming even; you can drive for miles without seeing another car, but the quiet serenity feels peaceful. You never expected to enjoy the desert this much, especially as a life-long city-dweller, but there is a certain charm to its beauty that is unlike anything you've ever experienced before.
You drive for about 30 minutes before you hear the unmistakable guitar riff of that god-forsaken Rascal Flatts song.
"Jeonghan, I swear to god."
"It wasn't me!" he insists. "My iPod is on shuffle!"
"Riiight."
"But since it came on…"
He reaches for the volume knob, but you slap his hand away.
"I'll let you listen to it at a normal volume."
"Okay, okay," he agrees, but even out of the corner of your eye you can see a slight smirk lighting up his face.
You're not even halfway through the song when the car suddenly hits a big bump.
"Whoa!" you yelp, hoping it wasn't anything too serious, but immediately the car starts to rattle and shake. You brake, quickly pulling over into the dusty dirt just off the side of the road. You and Jeonghan look at each other, nervous, but not panicking just yet.
"What the hell was that??"
"I don't know," he replies, hopping out of the vehicle. You put the car into park and join him, but as soon as you get out and shut the door you see the problem: your front tire is busted. There's a huge gash along its side, with a sizeable scrap of metal jutting out from the rubber.
"Oh."
Jeonghan comes over, his face dropping as soon as he sees the issue.
"Well," he says calmly. "That fucking sucks."
"You can say that again."
You both stand there in silence staring at it for a moment, trying to process the situation at hand.
"Well," Jeonghan finally says, reaching into the car to pop the trunk and walking over to it. "At least I know how to change a tire… sort of. I should have the toolkit in my trun—"
He freezes as soon as he lifts the lid, staring blankly into the trunk.
"Oh no," he mumbles under his breath.
"Do you not have the toolkit?"
He slowly shakes his head. "Worse."
You step over to join him at the trunk. Peering in, you see each of your packed bags, a small toolkit, a few old crumpled receipts, and an empty wheel well where a spare tire should be.
"Um," you start quietly. "Where's the spare?"
Jeonghan shuts the trunk, hanging his head as he leans over the car.
"That was the spare."
"What?" you ask, genuinely confused. "What do you mea— oh."
You've both just had the same terrible, stupid realization: six months ago when Jeonghan's sister borrowed his car she got a flat tire. The spare in the trunk she had to use was a full-sized one, meaning Jeonghan could drive around on it for a good while without needing to get a proper tire re-installed. He fully intended to do it sooner rather than later — but half a year has passed now, and he had forgotten about it completely.
You feel a bit guilty, because you did know about it — but apparently, you also entirely forgot.
"Oh my god," you groan as the reality of the situation starts to sink in. "We're stuck in the fucking desert, aren't we."
"I cannot believe I completely forgot about the tire," Jeonghan laments, holding his forehead in his hands. "You idiot!!!"
"You are not an idiot," you reassure him. "I forgot too. If anything, that makes us both idiots."
That pulls a chuckle out of Jeonghan. "Gee, thanks babe."
You step over to him, wrapping your arms around him and leaning into his shoulder. He sighs, relaxing slightly as he takes you in his arms.
"What now?" you ask, feeling much calmer at the moment than you would expect. You're sure you'll start freaking out eventually, but you're saving that for later.
"I guess call a tow service?" he answers, sounding uncertain at the idea. "But it's not like we have a phone number for one, especially not out here…"
"Do they even send tow trucks out to the middle of nowhere?" you wonder.
"I mean, maybe? It would certainly take a while though."
"What about… 911? I know it's not really an emergency, but maybe they can help?"
"We could try the non-emergency line," he suggests.
He pulls out his cell phone, flipping it open to dial 311, but he grimaces at the small screen.
"No signal," he sighs. "Let me try anyway."
He tries to make the call, but the line just beeps for a few seconds before the call ends. You pull out your phone, trying the number as well, but you also aren't getting any service out here.
"Dammit," you grumble. "What the fuck are we supposed to do??"
"I guess we could try to hitchhike to somewhere we can make a call?"
Your head snaps up, looking at your boyfriend like he's lost his mind.
"Are you crazy?! That sounds like a great way to get murdered."
"I mean, I don't love the idea of it," he agrees. "But I don't really know if we have any other options."
As much as you hate it, he's right. You're stranded, and you need help — even if it is from a complete stranger.
You bury your hands in your face for a second, letting out a disgruntled groan, but then you shake it off.
"Well, I guess we have to wait for somebody to even drive by in the first place," you say, peering both ways down the highway — but each direction is void of life as far as you can see, the endless empty road simply disappearing into to the horizon without a trace of another human.
"I guess so," Jeonghan agrees. You then see an idea pop into his mind, marked by the mischievous look in his eyes.
"Wanna fool around in the backseat?"
"What the fuck?!" you laugh. That was the last thing you expected him to say right now, but you're honestly not even too surprised by it.
"You're insane."
"Yeah, because you drive me insane," he says sweetly, prompting you to lightly thump him in the chest. "What?!" he asks, pretending like he's not full of shit.
"Jeonghan, you were already insane before I even met you."
He gives you a sly smile. "Touché. Anyway, c'mon, let's make out," he says as he grabs your hand, pulling you toward the backseat door as he opens it.
"Are you seriously horny right now?"
"Only a little!" he insists. "I just want to kiss my pretty girlfriend, is that so much of a crime?"
"Oh whatever," you roll your eyes, but you smile, getting into the backseat anyway. "But we can't get too carried away — we have to keep an eye out for other cars passing by."
"Aye aye, captain," he salutes you, excitedly crawling into the backseat after you and shutting the door behind him. He reaches for the crank and gives it a few rotations, rolling down the window slightly. "Don't want it to get too hot in here," he explains smugly, giving you a wink.
He grabs ahold of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you into him as he plants a slow kiss upon your lips. Despite the anxieties of being stuck in the middle of the fucking desert with no spare tire and no cell signal, Jeonghan is a really good kisser — which is a perfect distraction from the issue at hand. The kiss starts gentle, innocent; but before long both of you are grasping at each other, hands finding their way inside shirts, completely disregarding the layer of sweat you've each been drenched in all day that never was able to dissipate in the sweltering New Mexico heat. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, and the kissing turns more feverish by the moment, his hand grasping the side of your head as his lips tug ceaselessly at yours. Eventually his hand begins to drift down your torso, lingering at your breasts for a minute, before reaching between your legs and touching you over your jean shorts.
"Babe, we have to watch for cars—" you remind him, but your words are cut short by his fingers beginning to apply pressure against your clit.
"Don't worry baby, I'm watching, I promise."
His fingers dance up to the button, undoing it and slowly pulling your zipper down.
"Besides, it's getting dark — we'll see any headlights from a mile away."
"I suppose you're right," you smile sweetly, but your jaw drops slightly open as he glides his fingers beneath your underwear and drags them between your folds.
"Hey," you protest half-heartedly, but your hips begin to rock slowly against his hand.
"Hay is for horses," he replies, kissing you on the apple of your cheek as he slips his fingers into your pussy, making you let out a gasp.
"Oh you're wet," he smirks.
"Shut up," you mumble, spreading your thighs as he begins to work them in and out of your cunt.
"No, it's cute!" he insists. "I love that you fold the moment I start touching you."
"So you're saying I'm pathetic."
"Of course not," he answers sincerely, leaning in and murmuring softly into your ear. "You're my perfect little princess."
His hand starts to move faster, pulsing in and out of your cunt that is only getting wetter by the second. You start to hum, your eyelids fluttering shut with pleasure as he fucks you, your hums turning into whines and your whines turning into moans, the sound filling the car as Jeonghan gets you off.
"Fuck," you whine, squirming against the seat. "That's so good…"
"That's it, baby, let it all go."
"Don't stop," you plead. "I'm so close."
"Go on baby, cum for me."
He fucks his fingers into you, maintaining the perfect pace that quickly has you unraveling at the seams. You cry out as your orgasm overtakes you, your legs trembling as you cum on Jeonghan's fingers.
"Good girl," he praises, watching you release as the overwhelming pleasure floods through your whole body. You ride out your high, head fallen back onto the top of the seat; you start to come down, giggling as you grab Jeonghan's arm with both your hands. His fingers stop, but they remain inside you as he gives you a soft kiss on the lips.
"Wow," you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder. Slowly he retrieves his hand from your shorts; you're staring off into space a bit when you notice a faint dot of light appear in the rearview mirror.
"Car," you say, perking your head up. Jeonghan notices it too; you turn around in tandem, spotting the approaching light coming from behind that is still well in the distance. You look at each other, relieved but still slightly nervous at the prospect of having to hitchhike.
"Should we flag them down?" you ask. Jeonghan nods.
"It's getting late — I don't want to be out here all night. I think we should at least try."
With that he pops his fingers into your mouth, catching you off guard. You let out a laugh, the sound muffled, but you suck on them for a moment, cleaning up your own mess.
"Thank you," Jeonghan says teasingly, wiping the excess off on his shirt before opening the door. You follow, stepping out into the night air that has cooled off significantly now that the sun has set. Standing there, you watch as the approaching car draws near, the headlights getting brighter and brighter — too bright, almost.
"Um, I don't think that's a car," you say as the vehicle gets closer. The lights are too bright for either of you to really tell, but you're pretty sure what you're seeing is a very large truck. Sure enough, as it comes into view you see that it is in fact an 18-wheeler.
"They're not gonna stop, right?" Jeonghan wonders aloud.
"I… don't know."
"Well, one way to find out."
As the big rig closes in Jeonghan begins to wave at it. A loud double honk makes you jump; the truck zooms past you, causing a surge of wind that picks up the sand and dirt and sends it swirling in the air around you. You shield your eyes, turning around as the truck drives away. You've just about lost hope until you notice the red brake lights — the truck slows, pulling to a stop well ahead of you. It's lights begin to flash as you see a figure exit the cab; you wrap your arm around Jeonghan's, holding onto him nervously as the driver starts walking toward you. It's not quite completely dark out yet, but from this distance you can really only make out the silhouette of a very tall but stocky man lumbering down the side of the road. As he comes into view you see a tough looking gray-haired man, probably in his 50s, sporting a thick handlebar mustache and equally-thick furrowed brows. He wears a plaid shirt that seems to only be buttoned halfway, faded denim jeans, big brown boots, and a blue cap covering his unkempt shoulder-length hair. He looks like the kind of guy you don't want to cross, and you're starting to wonder if flagging him down was a mistake — but as he approaches his hardened face turns into a smile.
"Looks like the two of you are in quite a pickle here, aren't ya?" he says with a southern drawl, looking at the busted tire on Jeonghan's car. He leans over, hands resting on his belt as he inspects the piece of metal jutting out of the wheel. "How the hell did y'all manage this?"
He stands back up, facing you again. "Y'all ain't got a spare, I presume?"
"No, that uh, that was the spare," Jeonghan answers, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Well, shit," the truck driver responds. "That's no good. Y'all got help on the way yet?"
"No, neither of us have cell service," you answer.
"Yup, them cellular phones are pretty useless out here," he nods. "I'm afraid I ain't much help with the tire here, but I'm happy to give y'all a ride to the next pay phone."
Jeonghan glances over at you. Of all the strangers who could've shown up, this man seems nice enough, and he really doesn't seem like he has any interest in murdering you.
"That would be amazing," you answer him politely. "Thank you so much."
"Eh, don't mention it," he replies, waving his hand. "Ain't the first time I've had to do this, and I'm certain it ain't gonna be the last either. Grab y'all's things now, and we'll be off."
Jeonghan retrieves the bags from the trunk while you roll up the windows and lock the car, saying a silent prayer that nobody is going to break in and steal it. The man heads off back toward the truck, and the two of you follow after him. You can't really see much of the truck as you walk toward it, due to its bright flashing red lights obscuring your view, but as you approach it you notice a strange odor in the air. You've never been on a farm before, but if you had to guess, it smells exactly the way you think a barn would smell. When you get right up on the truck you're able to make out small, open-air windows up near the top of the trailer, and as you pass by a sudden huffing sound coming from the inside the trailer makes you and Jeonghan both jump.
"Horses," Jim says casually as you reach the cab, nodding his head toward the trailer. "Don't mind the smell." He swiftly grabs your bags from you, tossing them into the open passenger door as if they weighed nothing.
"Afraid there's only one passenger seat," he tells you. "Hope y'all don't mind sharin'."
You climb up the high step into the cab with some difficulty, Jeonghan behind you giving you a helpful boost. He climbs in after you, scooting into the other half of the one available seat. You awkwardly try to situate yourselves comfortably, to no avail; eventually you give up, and you end up half-sitting in Jeonghan's lap, his arm wrapped around you to help prevent you from falling off. The driver hops into the truck with ease, shifting into gear and taking off down the dark road. You peek in the rear view mirror, watching as Jeonghan's car turns into a red speck in the growing distance, and then disappears in the night altogether.
"Name's Jim, by the way," the driver pipes up. "And who might you two be?"
"I'm Jeonghan and this is y/n," Jeonghan answers.
"Pleasure to meet you, Jeonghan and y/n," he nods. "What brings y'all out to this stretch of desert, if y'all don't mind my askin'?"
"We're driving to the Grand Canyon," you tell him.
"Figures," he replies matter-of-factly. "That is the main attraction 'round these parts, after all. Not much else out here but nature. Anyways, there's a gas station 'bout 20 miles down the road — I'll drop y'all off there."
Jim falls silent after that — you didn't take him to be the chatty type, after all; the only sounds that remain are the old classic rock tunes playing from the stereo, the volume just loud enough for you to hear the music over the loud humming of the truck's engine as Jim floors it down the open road. The speed combined with the height and size of the truck worries you slightly, but you figure it's better to get where you're going sooner rather than later. You rest your head on Jeonghan's shoulder, staring out the window as you silently tell yourself everything is going to be okay.
About twenty minutes later, a well-lit area just off the road comes into view. You and Jeonghan both perk up, looking at each other with cautious optimism as what appears to be a trucker's rest stop comes into view. Jim doesn't slow down, and as you approach the exit road splitting off from the highway he speeds right past it. You and Jeonghan give each other a nervous glance.
"We aren't stopping here?" Jeonghan asks, looking over to Jim.
"Nope," he replies as the truck barrels on. "The next one. We can't stop here."
"Why not?" Jeonghan asks cautiously. Jim lets out a huff of a laugh.
"Man who runs it has it out for me," he answers. "He thinks I stole a bunch of money from him."
"Why does he think that?"
Jim glances over at the two of you, giving you a sly grin that reveals a silver tooth in his mouth.
"Probably because I stole a bunch of money from him."
He notices you and Jeonghan tensing up slightly, but he just shakes his head and chuckles.
"Next gas station is 'bout 10 miles from here," he tells you. "I know the owner. I'll drop y'all there."
As promised, you arrive at a gas station shortly — if it can even be called that. There's only two pumps, each looking outdated by several decades, and the attached shop is tiny and run-down. If you had driven past it on your own, you probably would've assumed it wasn't even open. Jim parks in the road, as the station is nowhere large enough to accommodate an 18-wheeler. You exit the vehicle, Jeonghan right behind you, lugging your bags out of the cab. Hesitantly, you head toward the small shop, a faded sign bearing the words GENERAL STORE welcoming you to the otherwise unwelcoming establishment. You hear the crunch of Jim's boots against the dirt as he walks over with you, seemingly keeping his distance. Suddenly, a gangly-looking man in a cowboy hat emerges from around the back, wielding a shotgun. You jump, grabbing onto Jeonghan as you start to retreat, but the man only points the gun directly at Jim.
"You gotta lot of nerve comin' round here, Jim," the man sneers at the driver, but Jim just grins.
"Nice to see you too, Billy."
"Who's the kids?" Billy asks him, cocking his head toward you.
"Car broke down 'bout 20 miles back, flat tire 'n no spare. Brought 'em here to use your payphone."
Billy peers over to you and Jeonghan, studying your wide-eyed, fearful faces for a moment before he lowers the gun, grumbling something under his breath.
"Payphone ain't workin'," he says, turning to you and Jeonghan. "But if it's a spare tire y'all need I can help."
You turn to Jeonghan, and you can tell he's thinking the same thing — you didn't particularly trust Jim, and you find Billy even less trustworthy. But again, what choice do you have?
"That would be great," Jeonghan tells Billy politely.
"Wonderful. Now, you best be on your way," he scowls to Jim. Jim tips his cap at him, turning to face you.
"Best of luck to y'all," he tells you. "Billy here's a real piece of work, but you're in good hands."
You find that hard to believe, but you thank him for the ride anyway.
"My pleasure," he says politely, turning and walking back to his truck.
Billy sighs loudly, but he rolls his eyes, beckoning the two of you to follow as he heads around to the back of the store. You watch as Jim and his horses take off, wondering again if this was a huge mistake and if you're going to get murdered after all, but the truck drives away, and now you're stuck in this tiny gas station in the middle of nowhere.
Following Billy he leads you to a small garage, where an old pickup truck is parked. Stacks of tires and various car parts lay cluttered around the yard; Billy looks around, grabbing a couple tires and tossing them into the truck bed, along with a large tool kit.
"I should be able to fix your tire predicament for ya," he says. "If not… well, we'll figure somethin' out."
He opens the passenger door for you; the truck is small, featuring one bench-style seat in the cab. Jeonghan takes the middle, and you slide in after him. Billy hops in the truck and starts it up, the engine making some less-than-favorable sounds as it roars to life, but he shifts into reverse and takes off, heading back down the highway the way you came.
He drives in silence, making no effort at conversation nor turning the radio on. Its awkward, but you're honestly too tired to even care at this point. You lean into Jeonghan again, resting your head against his as he takes hold of your hand, lacing your fingers together. The road trip that started out wonderfully has turned out disastrously, but you haven't lost hope yet. If you have to be stuck in this nightmarish predicament with anyone, you're glad it's with him.
You're starting to nod off, being lulled to sleep by the quiet ambience of the desolate highway, when Jeonghan suddenly perks up.
"There's our car!" he tells Billy, pointing to the red vehicle parked on the side of the road right where you left it. Billy makes a u-turn, pulling up right behind Jeonghan's car. Without a word he hops out, getting to work immediately. The old, busted tire comes off within minutes, discarded into the back of Billy's truck as he heaves the new spare out of the bed and rolls it over to the car. You watch anxiously as he works, but sooner than you expect he has the tire fully installed into place.
"That should do it," he tells you in a gruff voice, rising to his feet and wiping his hands on his dingy jeans.
"Thank you so much!" Jeonghan tells him excitedly as you both inspect the tire, but it looks good as new. "Um… how much do we owe you?"
"Don't worry 'bout it," he waves his hand at you. He gathers his tools, walking back to his truck.
"There's a motel about 8 miles past the gas station," he tells you over his shoulder as he tosses the toolkit back into the truck bed. "If Margie's workin' tell her I sent ya."
With that, he gets in his truck and drives away.
You fling yourself around Jeonghan, startling him slightly as you squeeze him tightly in your arms — but he just laughs, embracing you back and giving you a kiss on the head.
"That could have been so much worse, oh my god," you say, a huge wave of relief washing over you.
"Cheers to not getting murdered!" he laughs. You pull your head back, staring at him with a big beaming grin.
"Let's get to that motel," he says, kissing you on the lips several times.
"Are you seriously horny again?!" you giggle.
"Yup," he answers, grinning proudly as he playfully smacks you on the ass. "And I'm gonna make sweet, sweet love to my girlfriend all night about it."
"Oh my god," you laugh, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited about it too.
You get in the car, Jeonghan in the driver's seat this time. He turns the car on, the AC from earlier suddenly blasting in your faces as you scramble to turn it down. You see him plugging his iPod into the aux cable, scrolling through its library before he selects a song with a grin on his face. The intro to "Life is a Highway" starts blaring from the speakers as he puts the car into drive and take off; you roll your eyes, but after the day you've had, and with the joyous look on his face as he sets off into the night again, you can't even be mad about it.
tagged by my lovely @gentleisa for 6 pictures that aren't selfies from my camera roll! thank you for the tag baby <3
are we surprised that like more than half are just food?
(i also am drinking a boba rn!)
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YOU LOVE SEUNGKWAN IN ALL HIS SILLY AND ANNOYING GLORY. SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED TO GET BACK AT HIM
PAIRING: husband!seungkwan x wife!reader
WC: 2,634
GENRE: non-idol au | comedy (16+ bc it's a bit suggestive)
TAGS: established marriage, seungkwan being down bad and annoying, soonyoung cameo, oc but very minimal role, is this considered a crack fic? slight suggestive conversations but nothing too explicit, meant to not be taken seriously!
INCOMING ORBIT MESSAGE: @cherrypickedxo where do i start with my declaration of love? not only are we both carats (amongst other things LMFAO), but we've been best friends since high school. i knew you WAY before i knew this community even exists and i'm so happy we get to share this together. through this fic for the Love Letter Collab by @livmarauder and me, i hope i can show at least half of what words fail to express. i love you so much <3
Seungkwan loves shopping with you. He's the happiest man in the world whenever you drag him in and out of stores, fitting half the collection and walking out with nothing. He likes watching your face light up when you find something that fits you so perfectly, it has to be made for you. His heart beats a million miles per hour when your eyes lock and you twirl around to show him every angle possible.
And he looks like it's the first time seeing you.
When you announced you were going shopping today, he didn't waste any time to come with you.
Only to be abandoned in the coffeehouse with his fellow sufferer.
Soonyoung didn't seem as bothered, dragged out of the house on a Sunday rather so Seungkwan had someone to distract him. Everything was going was well, settled with a cup of coffee in a comfortable corner of the café as you texted him about the trajectory of your day.
Seungkwan's response? Simple.
"'If you need any advice for new lingerie, I'm your man,'" Soonyoung reads aloud. He looks up with a frown. "Yeah, I understand why she benched you."
Seungkwan puts his phone down with a smile. "As soon as she unblocks me, the wedding is back on."
Soonyoung arches an eyebrow. "You had your wedding two years ago."
"I might need another one after this."
Soonyoung stares at him for a second. He blinks like a deer in headlights before he shakes his head. "You're an interesting breed of the human race. I fail to understand what she sees in you sometimes."
"You and me both, friend." Seungkwan pats his shoulder and takes swig of his coffee. "I didn't do anything grand this time."
"I hate you specifying the 'this time.'"
"So does she."
Soonyoung clicks his tongue and gets up. "Right, shall we do another round? It might be a while before they're back."
He slouches in his seat and leans on his hand. "Yeah, whatever."
His older friend pats his shoulder and walks to the counter. As he's paying for their order, he turns back to Seungkwan. "Don't worry. They'll be back for lunch. It's just a morning."
"And they're going for round two in the afternoon."
"You have to see it this way," he leans on the counter, "they trusted us to claim a spot on the terrace as they head into the city again. After we carry their bags to the car, of course."
"Oh, the life of a husband." Seungkwan throws himself back in the seat with a deep sigh. "If you just loved tagging along, I would've been fine."
Soonyoung puts another iced Americano in front of him, his eyes piercing through him. "I love my wife to death, but one misstep," he raises his finger, "and I'm backed into a corner about a dress again. Now they're with two and I will be stoned and quartered if I say something wrong."
"And you call me dramatic," he retorts and waves his hand. He sits up while Soonyoung takes his seat across from him. "In all fairness, if I was Min and you told me the dress 'reminds you of your grandma', I would've backed you into more than a corner."
"That's why I'm not husband material when it comes to shopping." Soonyoung pats his knee. "I'm here to keep you company, buddy. Your wife was very clear on the instructions."
Seungkwan flashes him a forced smile. "How noble of you."
He chuckles and leans back in his seat, the cup resting in his hand. "I don't mind spending my Sunday like this. Min's happy, I can watch her show me everything she bought and openly admire her from head to toe, what more can I ask for?"
Seungkwan kicks his shin lightly. "You're a sappy one at heart, Soonyoung."
Despite the buzzing crowd in the city the morning passes by in a calmness that only Sunday can produce. Soonyoung catches him up on drama at work and Seungkwan talks to him about his recent promotion. It's only since you and Min got closer that they did as well.
His eyes dart to the entrance and two women step in, two bags each and looking around as they're talking to each other. When he locks eyes with you, his chest fills with everything warm and fuzzy.
You raise your eyebrow with a grin and walk over to him, Min following on your trail. "Unfortunately I can't block you in real life."
Seungkwan smiles and leans in for a kiss, but you ignore him. He pouts. "Hey."
You put a hand on your hip. "I love you, but you're still benched."
"You're giving mixed signals right now." He nods his head towards the entrance. "Lead the way. We'll follow."
You waste no time in letting go of him and lock arms with Min, walking out of the coffeehouse and into the streets.
Soonyoung falls into step with a grin. "Do you want to hold my hand?"
Seungkwan pushes him, to which he chuckles.
He raises his hands. "Listen, man. You're the one being a clown. I haven't done anything wrong."
"This time," Seungkwan says in unison with Min.
She looks over her shoulder with a grin. "Right, grandma dress?"
Soonyoung kicks in her direction, but she can only laugh. The smile tugging at his lips is undeniable as he shoves his hands into his pockets.
Every attempt at affection is deflection by you, and it's more than clear that Seungkwan is benched for the day. Whether you're doing it because you truly mean it or because you want to chase him up the wall for a change, Seungkwan hasn't made his mind up about it yet.
You keep looking over at him. There's a twinkle in your eyes every time you do, and the grin on your face flashes your canines. It makes his heart hammer in his chest as if it was your first date. You don't flat out ignore him, but you don't laugh at his jokes nor do you engage in his snarky remarks like you normally would. You look at him, you give him a small smile or you don't do anything at all and then you turn back to Min.
Soonyoung purposefully doesn't make eyecontact with him before he bursts out in laughter and Min giggles harder the more annoyed Seungkwan gets.
By the time you part ways again, he has made up his mind. You are trying to crack him and guess what? He won't give you the satisfaction.
Seungkwan hold his chin high and his nose higher. No. You won't wear him down.
He places the bags in the trunk of the car and slams it shut. As he turns to Soonyoung, he nods firmly. "I'm on a mission today."
"I hope she cracks the shit out of you," he responds and locks the car. "You're already on edge because you haven't kissed her once since we met up with them."
"Okay, 'I can kiss my wife whenever I want.'"
Soonyoung pats his back and slides the keys in his pocket. "You need a pint of beer. The biggest one they have."
When the sun hits his skin, his worries fade to the back of his mind. It's another reason why he loves shopping with you. Tradition wise, you go for a drink after you're done and when the weather is nice, you always have something to look at.
Seungkwan loves to watch people with you, but you won't crack him today. Today, he will win.
He settles with a pint and Soonyoung on his right, his eyes closed as the sun dances on his face. He lets out a satisfied sigh. "What a good day."
"Are you trying not to crack?"
He peeks an eye open and shoots Soonyoung a glare.
Soonyoung can only grin as he takes a swig. "I'm just saying. They're powerful, you know? I don't think you stand a chance against her."
"You'll see." Seungkwan sits up. "I have a lot more backbone than you think."
The rest of the afternoon is him trying to convince Soonyoung that he's right. Even when you return, the subtlety of their conversation hangs in the air. Either you purposefully ignore it or you genuinely don't notice. With your track record of today, Seungkwan assumes the former.
The game is on, a challenge to see who caves first. A game that you often play when Seungkwan chases you up the wall. He loves it when you start doing it back.
The relief is visible in Soonyoung's face when he stops the car in front of your house. He whispers something in your ear that makes you grin and gets back in.
Seungkwan grabs your bags and closes the trunk. You reach out to him, but he shakes his head. "I insist."
The look you shoot him over your shoulder is challenging, eyes twinkling. You walk in front of him towards the backdoor and unlock it, Seungkwan following on your trail. He puts the bag on the table and steps back. "You wanted to show me what you bought?"
"Not where everyone can see me," you answer and walk up to him. You stand on your tippy toes, lips brushing his ear. "It's just for you."
He swallows when you turn to the bags. When you look back at him, his face is stale. "Sounds promising."
"You will love it." You smile sweetly and walk to the hallway.
Seungkwan makes sure he doesn't follow you too eagerly. He steps into the hall when you're almost upstairs and shoves his hands into his pockets. He ascends the stairs when you're in the bedroom and leans against the doorframe.
"The clothes are not that interesting," you declare and put the bag on the side. You look at him, your eyes wide. "Or do you want to see them?"
"Whatever you want to show me, my love," he answers. He swallows again when you turn away, but the bags stay on the ground. "It's more than usual."
"I felt like treating myself today." You look over your shoulder and smile. "Close your eyes."
Seungkwan arches an eyebrow.
"I promise it's nothing bad."
He closes his eyes and leans his head against the frame. "Every time you say that, you find ways to make it bad so I'm a little wary to believe you."
"Well, considering who I married, I have to get back at you sometimes," you answer, followed by a thud. "You need to be reminded of who you married every once in a while."
"A woman that is so competitive, her small height can't carry it all?" Seungkwan feels his arm burning and reaches over. "Ouch?"
"You can open your eyes, funny guy."
His eyes flutter open. He looks you up and down and feels a pit forming in his stomach. A deep navy blue dress hugs your curves in all the right places, and it's much a treat for yourself as it is for him.
Seungkwan smiles. "You look gorgeous, baby. The colour suits you well."
You return the smile brightly. "I think so, too!"
He crosses his arms as he watches you taking it off. "I don't understand why you wanted to me to close my eyes, though."
"Keeping you on your toes," you reply and toss the dress aside.
"Could've expected that." His eyes land on you again and his breath catches. He scrambles up and tilts his head. "That's… new."
You puff your chest out. "Do you like it?"
Seungkwan lets his eyes glide over your body. The new lingerie you're wearing is black and the fabric hugs your body perfectly. So perfectly that it catches the outline of your nipples and the closer he looks, the more he sees.
His eyes flick up at you and he smiles. "I like it, yeah. You… um," he clears his throat, "you look good."
A grin plays at your lips. "Have you looked further down?"
Seungkwan presses his lips together and shakes his head.
"You should."
Torture. Absolute torture.
He smiles and looks down. Great. The fabric is see through and he's here, feeling the sweat building on his forehead. He clears his throat again, drying out. "Wow," he chuckles and scratches his head, "you can see a lot."
"Isn't that fun?" You smile at him. "I've always wanted to try something out and then Min showed me this—"
He narrows his eyes and his lips nearly bruise by how much he presses them together. His heart is about to explode out of his chest and his head spins. "So happy that Min helped you choose this. Truly."
"Me too!" You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck. He feels you pressing up against him and the innocent look you give him drives him to the farthest borders of his sanity.
But he won't crack.
He hopes.
Seungkwan places his hands on your hips and lingers in front of your lips. "You did this to fuck me up, I don't believe otherwise," he whispers. "You're a sneaky one."
You twirl a lock around your finger, making his eyes fall shut. "You're close. I can feel it."
He struggles to keep his breathing steady and you notice. The smile plays at your lips and you lean in, your breath warm on his lips. Seungkwan's eyes flick down. He lifts his hand rubs your lower lip with his thumb.
Your breath catches.
"And otherwise you are," he mutters. The grin on his face reaches his eyes. "I'm not that easily cracked after all, am I?"
"I will kindly remind you what I'm wearing right now," you say. As you stand on your tippy toes, his fingers brush the soft fabric of your underwear.
He bites his lip, his heart galopping in his chest.
"Imagine I'm wearing this under my clothes," you continue and trace your finger over his shoulder. "You'll be the only one who knows."
Seungkwan sinks his teeth in his lower lip.
You bring your voice to a whisper. "Our little secret."
He feels something snap as he lets go of you. The way his knees buckle, bringing him to the floor in a swift motion that almost seems deliberate. Maybe it is deliberate and he's just trying to make himself feel better for caving.
He still holds onto your hips. He kisses your stomach and looks up. "You know how to drive me insane. Absolutely insane."
You smile and brush your fingers through his hair. "Thank you for getting to your knees. I love the way you make me feel right now."
Seungkwan lowers his head in defeat, but he can't suppress a chuckle. "Yeah, alright. You win."
"I knew I would. You're too easy." You tug on his arm and help him up.
"Am I unbenched now?"
You narrow your eyes, pretending to think. A giggle escapes your lips when Seungkwan pouts. "Okay, you are unbenched."
Seungkwan pulls you in by your waist and peppers you in kisses. Your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, every inch of your face is graced with a kiss. He ends at your lips, where he lingers the longest. Gentle and tender, making up for everything that he's had to put off today.
You settle on the couch together that night, wrapped up in each other's arms and watching TV. After another back and forth where you almost benched him again, you did eventually unblock him. While you were in the bathroom, Seungkwan sent you a meme he's been dying to show you the entire day.
And for the rest of the night, Seungkwan enjoys how much you struggle to tolerate him again.
Seungkwan loves you, and he can't see day where that will ever stop.
CHAN THINKS HIS CELEBRITY CRUSH ON YOU IS JUST THAT. A fleeting celebrity crush. However, when you get booked to be his female lead in his newest music video, he thinks his crush on you is about to get a whole lot bigger with every scene that gets filmed.
PAIRING: idol! chan x actress! fem!reader
GENRE: Strangers to ???, Idol x Actress, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance
AU: Celebrity AU / Idolverse AU
TOTAL WC: 6.3K
WARNINGS: mentions of self-doubt, mentions of anxiety, mentions of consumption of food and beverages, mentions of alcohol, dino yearning a lot for reader, mentions of the feeling of throwing up (no actual throw up), some cursing, jeonghan, mingyu and seungkwan being menaces (we love them tho)
PLAYLIST: a love sick playlist for birdie ~ love chan
LIV'S NOTES...
happy picheolin day! this fic is a love letter to our one and only maknae! the songs of the album are soooo good and i hope that he has the happiest release day ever <3 i can't wait to get money so that i can get the various albums soon <3 this fic was inspired by 'Love Sick' music video where I just thought of Chan having the biggest crush on actress reader and whipped this up! so enjoy my brain <3
this also might be one of my favourite banners i've ever made because it's gorgeoussss!
big thank you to my favs @orbitondgtl and @jakedustry for sprinting with me and spurring me on <3
and a big thank you to @hopecutie for dino's instagram name, i cackled when you suggested it and loved it so much <3
i hope you all enjoy this fic and our yearning dino <3
MAIN MASTERLIST | NAVI
THAT FUNNY FEELING
Lee Chan feels like he's going to throw up.
He silently curses himself as he gazes into his own eyes in the vanity mirror. He has about twenty seconds to give himself the biggest pep talk of his life before he has to go out and face you.
His eyes glaze over at the thought of you. A rookie actress who recently gained a lot of attention and fame for your first breakthrough lead acting role that you did in a drama titled 'Love Sick'. Ironic. He thinks. Considering that you're the female lead in his music video also titled 'Love Sick'. Your character was a doctor in the show and Chan thought you absolutely nailed it.
However, Chan had been following your career for quite a while. He first noticed you when you did a small acting role in this drama that Seungkwan had recommended to him. He was a little foggy on the details of it, remembering only that it was a high school slice of life which normally, he isn't that interested in.
Yet, you stood out to him. You who played the main lead's sister. You with only two scenes in the entirety of the whole drama. You who only had less than seven lines in the scene. You, who he may have spent the entire night after, researching about you and trying to figure out more about you and other shows that you had been in.
It's embarrassing how devastated he was when he learned that the high school drama was your first role ever. It was even more embarrassing when he realized he had rewatched your scenes around ten times during his meals, just to hear the melodious giggle that came out of your mouth as you hit your on-screen brother.
He admitted to himself that it was a problem when he used his private Instagram to follow you and checked it weekly to see if you had any upcoming roles whenever he had the chance.
Finally, one day during a dance practice where he had been absolutely demolished by the choreo, he heard Seungkwan let out a gasp, the latter nearly dropping his phone in the process.
"Holy shit!" He yelled out with wide eyes as he got the attention of everyone in the practice room. "Birdie got her first big acting role!"
Lee Chan nearly jumped for joy along with Seungkwan. The real reason that Seungkwan had asked Chan — and the rest of the members — to watch the drama was purely because of you, Seungkwan's best friend from Jeju.
You were a year younger than Seungkwan but you guys went to the same high school and had basically grown up together. You came to Seoul the same time that Seungkwan was scouted but while his dream was to be an idol, yours was to become an actress.
Chan thinks that you've already achieved it with how phenomenal your acting was in 'Love Sick'. He had binged it the night it came out and impatiently waited for each new episode every week. He thought you were ethereal. Your acting entranced him on a higher level than before and he would never admit it but he cried at the end of the drama when it had ended.
He leaned back on the couch as the final credits rolled and felt his heart yearn for you in his chest. And in the midst of all the feelings that he was feeling, he texted Seungkwan without thinking and told him to congratulate you on the breakthrough role. He stated that he loved your acting and when the prime opportunity arrives, he would love to work with you someday.
Which led him to this very moment.
"What the hell are you still doing in here?!"
Chan nearly slams into the vanity at the sudden intrusion, his hand flying to his chest. He whips around to see Seungkwan standing there with a frown on his face.
"You do know that you're filming the first scene with Birdie in like two minutes right?"
Chan catches his breath before nodding. "Of course I do." He says, his voice a little higher pitched than normal. Whether it was from the intrusion or the thought of working with you for the first time, Chan would never know. "I just needed a moment or two to remember what I need to do for the scene."
Seungkwan's eyes narrow at the younger male, tilting his head to the side as he analyzes him. "You do know that's what the director is there for right?" Seungkwan wonders aloud, his gaze still calculating. "It's the same process for every single one of our music videos. Why are you so freaked out now?"
Oh, if only Seungkwan knew.
Chan clears his throat, running his hands down the first outfit he was wearing, hoping that it clears off some of the sweat on his hands.
"It's the first time that we're doing a concept like this." Chan answers, the white lie falling easy from his lips. "God forbid I am a little nervous for this."
Seungkwan blinks at the younger man. "Sure." He answers shortly, clearly not believing him but letting the matter drop. "Are you excited to meet Birdie?"
Chan nods maybe a little too eagerly. "Of course." A tiny playful smirk appears on his lips. "I'm sure she's got a ton of dirt on you that she would love to spill."
Seungkwan scoffs, shoving the younger man. "C'mon." He mutters, ushering Chan out of the room. "She won't spill anything to you if you're late for your first scene together."
Chan nervously chuckles at that, letting Seungkwan usher him out of the room and onto the set for the first scene.
He goes on autopilot as he silently prepares himself on what he will say, what he will do when he meets you, the smile he will give you.
However, no amount of preparation could've prepared Chan for the first time he sees you in-front of him.
He swears his heart stops when you come into his vision, laughing at something your manager is saying. You're radiant and glowing, the morning light shining off of your skin as you tilt your head back.
His throat goes dry when you turn and lock eyes with him before giving him a sweet excited smile as you notice the pair.
"Kwannie!" You yell, your voice reverberating through the quietness of the morning as you jog over.
A fond smile is on Seungkwan's lips as he opens his arms for you to jump into them, letting out a soft grunt as you do. "Hi Birdie." He softly greets into your hair before giving you a quick kiss to your hairline. He pulls away from you as a teasing smirk tugs on his lips.
"Have you been eating enough? I swear you're lighter than the last time that I hugged you."
You let out a scoff at your best friend's words. "Always the charmer aren't you, Kwannie?"
"Someone needs to fill that role until you get a boyfriend."
You roll your eyes at the man's words before turning to lock eyes with Chan. He feels his heart skip a beat as you give him a gentle and fond smile. "You must be Chan!" You stick out your hand. "It's so nice to meet you, thank you for this opportunity!"
Chan swallows before plastering a confident smile as he shakes his head. "The pleasure is all mine." He says smoothly. "It's really nice to meet you as well, Seungkwan talks about you a lot."
You spare a glance at your best friend. "Only good things, I hope."
Chan lets out an easy laugh. "The best." He promises, seeing Seungkwan's expression sour from your words. "Although, he did mention that you have an unhealthy obsession with cookies."
You let out an aghast gasp before glaring at the older man. "I told you to stop telling people that!" You whine as Seungkwan yelps before lifting his hands in surrender. "It's so embarrassing when you reveal that to your famous friends!"
Seungkwan tries his best to dodge your hits, letting out a grunt of pain whenever one of your shots manages to land as he also tries to block them with his arms. "You make it sound as if you aren't famous as well!"
You roll your eyes at the older boy, hitting him one last time hard on the shoulder. "I just started making it big, Kwannie." You state, crossing your arms in-front of your chest. "How am I meant to make a good impression on the people around me — especially your members, if you keep telling them embarrassing things."
Seungkwan scowls, the pain on his face evident from the last hit that you did and opens his mouth to reply but Chan beats him to it.
"I don't think it's embarrassing." He says, nonchalantly. "If anything, I think it's cute."
The two best friends immediately turn their gaze to the boy making Chan's cheeks heat up from embarrassment, realizing what he had just said. A million thoughts run through Chan's head as he tries to sputter out an excuse for what he just said.
However, all the thoughts halt and Chan's mind blanks when a pearly white smile appears on your lips. Your eyes shine as you ask him, "Really?"
Chan feels his heart race as the flush on his cheeks turn impossibly redder. "Y-yeah!" He stutters out, not entirely meeting your gaze as he scratches the back of his neck. "I mean, what's not to love about cookies? Especially the crispy ones with a chewy middle. Like, if you get a chocolate chip cookie the chocolate chips are evenly split on the cookie, it really makes a huge difference—" He stops his rambling when he sees the two of you staring at him with two different expressions making him cough as he fiddles with his fingers. "You know?" He softly asks, looking between you and your best friend.
Seungkwan stares at Chan with the same calculating gaze as before, which makes Chan shift his gaze over to you, knowing that if he continues to stare at older boy, he would be found out.
Looking at you though, is one of Chan's newest weaknesses and it solidifies when your smile grows wider after his tangent. "You totally get me! I'm the same." You admit, your soft melodious voice making Chan's knees buckle.
Fuck, he internally curses. He needs to get a hold of himself.
A loud bell rings out, breaking the moment between the three of you as Chan's manager jogs to the three of you. "They're ready for the two of you!" They state, an easy smile on their face which makes Chan nod as he clears his throat.
"Ready co-star?" He jokes lightly. You grace him with a bright smile of your own as you nod.
"Lead the way, co-star!"
The first few scenes go by really smoothly. It amazed Chan how easily you were able to get into character as Chunsun-ie, a dazzling smile on your features as you act so flawlessly. Chan had to admit that he was a little nervous filming with someone other than his members for the first time but you made it so easy.
Even though your face couldn't be seen through the scenes, you translated all your love for the character through your body language. Chan knew you were good but seeing you in action was a whole other ballpark.
"Alright!" The director calls out, clapping his hands. "Good work so far you two!" He says with a huge grin on his face. "Let's take five!"
Chan gives him an easy smile as a few hair and makeup people appear beside him to touch up his makeup and hold up fans so as to dry up the sweat that had formed. He spares you a glance, noticing that you were in the exact same situation as he was.
His stomach growls, alerting him that he hasn't eaten anything since the bread that he had this morning. Glancing at you once again, he realizes that you probably haven't eaten anything either.
Before he could second guess himself he turns to one of the assistants whilst his gaze is still fixed on you.
"Could you do me a small favour?"
SCISSORS, PAPER, STONE
Everyone had gone to the next filming location before the break, deeming it necessary for the cameras to be set so that they could start as soon as everyone came back from it. While everyone went to enjoy their break, you had just chosen to sit at the steps of the location, awaiting the next orders from the director.
Chan stands a few steps above you, chewing on his bottom lip as he stares at your back, willing his heart to stop racing at just the mere sight of you. He didn't understand why he was so nervous. He had already spent the whole morning in your presence and sure, he almost messed up a couple of times because he may have been a little too entranced by your smile, but that still didn't answer why he was so nervous to just approach you.
"You know you're going to burn a hole into the back of her head at this rate, right?"
Chan jumps, nearly drops the items in his hand as he whips around to see Seungkwan standing behind him, sipping nonchalantly on an iced americano.
"Do you have to sneak up on me?" Chan hisses at the older man making Seungkwan let out a soft snicker before he shrugs.
"I don't have to." He answers, stepping down a step to be on par with Chan. "I just enjoy seeing you squirm."
Chan rolls his eyes at his older member's antics as Seungkwan gestures to his hands. "What's that?"
He peers downwards to the bag of pastries in one hand and a tray with two coffees in the other. Feeling the tips of his ears turn red, he answers. "Some pastries and coffee." He mumbles, feeling a flush creep up his neck. "I thought that she might be hungry… we haven't exactly eaten anything proper for the whole day."
"Yet, you think pastries and coffee is a proper meal?"
Chan scoffs. "Well, it's better than nothing." He mutters, a small frown on his lips.
Seungkwan looks between the items in the maknae's hands before peering downwards at you. "You really like her." He states, not a question but a quiet observation. Chan's throat goes dry as his mind blanks, not quite expecting those words to fall from his older members mouth.
Before he even has a chance to think of a reply, Seungkwan gestures to you. "Well." He states, turning to make his way down the stairs. "Don't keep Birdie waiting, she gets really bad at acting when she's hangry."
Chan doesn't think he can imagine a world where you would be hangry or that you would be bad at acting but Seungkwan does know you better. Chan watches as Seungkwan trot down the stairs, giving you a quick wave before he heads to sit at the back of the filming crew, no doubt waiting for Chan to make his move.
Chan swallows his nerves before he goes down the stairs and plops himself down next to you. You jump in surprise, letting out a small squeak — which Chan thinks is the most endearing sound you've ever made — before you whip to face him.
His cheeks flush with red as he gives you a sheepish smile.
"Sorry." He shyly says. "Didn't mean to scare you."
You breathe out a soft giggle as you shake your head. "It's okay." You softly say. "I wasn't paying attention." You glance at the items in his hands, your eyebrow raising as you do.
"What's all this?"
Chan's eyes flit downwards to the items in his hand before he clears his throat. "I realized that the two of us probably haven't had the chance to eat the whole day so…" He holds out the bag of pastries to you. "I figured that this might tie us over till our next meal."
You blink at the man before a slow smile spreads across your lips. "That's so sweet of you." You say, making Chan's cheeks flush even more red as you open the bag. Your mouth waters as you see one of your favourite pastries inside.
"You're a lifesaver, Chan." You say as the smell of your favourite pastry wafts upwards into your nose. "This smells amazing."
Chan smiles at your excited expression before taking out one of the iced coffees from the tray. He passes it to you, gaining another excited 'thank you' and a smile that makes his head spin before he pulls the bag of pastries to himself to grab something delicious.
As the bag of pastries get consumed, the two of you talk about various different things; how you got into acting, what made Chan want to become an idol. The two of you also talked about your mutual friend who Chan was trying very hard to ignore, noticing him staring at the two of you from the corner of his eyes.
"Are you ready for our next scene together?"
He watched you take a sip of your coffee before a small smirk appears on your face.
"Yeah." You tilt your head. "Are you ready to lose to me in scissors, paper, stone?"
"How are you so sure you're going to win?" He asks, with his eyebrows raised.
"I have my methods."
True enough, Chan watches as your words come to fruition as he loses every single match to you.
It was funny for the first two rounds but after that, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched you get higher and higher.
"You're cheating!" He whines out after the director yells 'cut', staring upwards at you, not caring about the staff around you two. "How did you win everytime?!"
You skip down the stairs, tossing him a shrug and a shit-eating smirk. "Luck, I guess!"
Chan watches you skip by him, meeting Seungkwan at the bottom of the stairs who has a small smirk on his face too.
Chan looks between his hand and where you once stood as his heart races.
What in the world just happened.
"So, how did you win that many times?" Seungkwan asks, handing you a water bottle as he spares a glance at Chan who is still standing on the stairs, confused.
You sip your water, letting your eyes flit to Chan before they land back on Seungkwan. "He always starts with paper then does stone." You state, closing the cap of your water. "Every third interval, he starts with stone then does scissors."
Seungkwan blinks at you. "And you noticed all that after playing less than ten rounds with him?"
"No. I watched your Going Seventeen episode."
Seungkwan's eyebrows furrow as he stares at you with a calculating gaze. He knows that you like to win but this seems different. As he is about to ask, you cut him off by giving him a once over.
"You have a certain pattern to your plays too, you know?"
Seungkwan's eyes widen. "What?!" He all but exclaims making you give him a nonchalant nod as you walk off towards the next location. He is frozen to his spot for a few seconds, his head deep in thought from your words before he shakes himself out of it. He scrambles to catch up with you.
"Tell me!" Seungkwan bugs making you let out a laugh as you shake your head 'no'. He scowls at you, continuing to bug you as the two of you walk side by side.
Chan watches from his spot on the stairs as his heart races more, hearing your beautiful laugh echo upwards. A smile spreads across his face before he sighs as a few of the Pledis staff come to get him prepped for the next location.
Unbeknownst to him, Seungkwan noticed the smile and he grins to himself, shaking his head at the youngest member because if there's one thing that Seungkwan knows, it's that Chan's so love sick for you.
BEAUTIFUL
As the sun finally sets over the horizon, the last scene of the day rolls around. You and Chan are seated next to each other, staring at the beautiful skyline of Seoul. The director said to the two of you earlier that you both just needed to act natural around each other and talk to each other, while he and the crew set up the cameras to just take a few scenic shots here and there.
Without much direction, the two of you pick up your conversations from earlier.
"Do you ever get used to this?"
Chan blinks at your sudden question as you scoot a tad closer to him, making his heart stutter.
He clears his throat. "Get used to what?" He asks.
"This." You nudge your head to the back, gesturing to the staff members behind you. "The amount of people that are around you constantly."
Chan spares a glance at the amount of staff that are preparing the scene behind the two of you. "I thought it would get a lot easier after my acting debut." You admit honestly, tugging your sweater closer to you as a gust of wind breezes by. "But, the feeling of having someone constantly attend to me and be at my beck and call is just…" You trail off, your gaze faraway as you try to think of the word.
"Overwhelming?" Chan offers softly. You snap your fingers, muttering out a 'yes' before you turn back to look at the peaceful skyline.
"I know I should be grateful for every opportunity that I've gotten and that I should be lucky that I even made it this far but…" Your tone turns wistful as you fiddle with your fingers. "Sometimes, I just feel like I want to tell them that I am okay to be on my own. That I spent a lot of my twenties doing stuff independently by myself and that I can manage on my own."
There's silence for a little bit as Chan processes your words, letting them sink in.
"God." You breathe out, letting out an airy chuckle. "I must sound so conceited saying things like this."
"No!" Chan blurts out making you look up at him. He clears his throat, feeling heat dust his cheeks, realizing that he probably said that too fast and too eagerly but he couldn't really bring himself to care. He couldn't have you thinking negatively about yourself like that.
"I don't think you sound conceited at all." He says, his tone firm and assuring. "Growing up, I felt like that all the time. I love being in Seventeen and I love being the maknae of the group because I got to learn so many amazing things from my Hyungs but…" He trails off as he recalls all the memories from his debut until now. "They sometimes still treat me like that sixteen year old Chan." He shrugs. "I'm not saying that it's a bad thing or anything but I've grown up a lot because of them. Because I debuted so early into my teens, I was also forced to bear the weight of a lot of the trials and tribulations that come with being an idol and I think that they still think that I need protection from a lot of the things happening around me."
Chan looks up at the stars in the sky. "But I don't… Not anymore." He sends you an easy smile. "So, I pushed back a lot. I rebelled and sometimes broke a few rules here and there because I didn't get why they were still treating me like my sixteen year old self. That was until Seungkwan had a chat with me a few years ago. He told me that I could act like the youngest sometimes. I didn't need to force myself to be the independent person that I wanted to be when I was around them because they could take care of me. I could just…be the maknae." He breathes out a sigh.
"It took me a while to fully accept that and it took me even longer to accept all the different attributes that come with being an idol but…" He fixes you with a sympathetic smile. "It does get easier. The amount of people gets less overwhelming and you find that there are things that you can be independent in that the people around you don't touch."
He tilts his head to the side as he offers you a big grin. "If it means anything," he starts, his voice soft. "I think you're doing a wonderful job.
Chan thinks that you've never looked prettier. Sitting here next to him, under the stars, as your eyes sparkle and twinkle like the stars themselves.
You lean back, your hand brushing against his. "Thank you." You softly whisper. "That means a lot to me."
Chan's heart warms at your words and actions. "No worries."
The air between the two of you turns comfortable as you both soak in the moment and the ambience of the night. You take a deep inhale of fresh air before looking at the skyline again.
"Wow." You breathe out. "I sometimes forget how beautiful Seoul is."
"Yeah." Chan agrees. "It's so beautiful."
You smile to yourself as your gaze stays fixed on the skyline, not realizing that Chan wasn't looking at the skyline at all.
He's looking at you instead.
CHRYSANTHEMUMS AND DAISIES
The next few days of shooting are a test on Chan's heart. He thinks it has begun to overwork itself with how much it races and stutters whenever you are around. Every moment spent with you just makes him fall harder for you as he starts to notice more little things about you that make his heart melt.
He wishes that the shoot didn't have to end but as dinner before the last scene for the shoot rolls around, he finds himself staring longingly at you from across the restaurant. Seungkwan, who hadn't been around for the last few days, had appeared during dinner with Mingyu and Jeonghan. Chan had been excited to see them until he saw the matching smirks on all three of their faces and he knew that Seungkwan had shared his secret.
"So~" Jeonghan coos. "How long have you been in love with Seungkwan's pretty actress friend?"
Chan's cheeks heat up as he stops his staring at you as he glares at the older member. "I'm not in love with her." He mutters as Jeonghan lets out a chuckle, nudging him.
"C'mon~" Jeonghan goads. "Aren't you going to ask her out?"
Chan sighs as he shakes his head. "I don't know."
Seungkwan's eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean you 'don't know'?!" He exclaims, shock written all over his face. "You've been daydreaming about her for months, haven't you?!"
Chan flushes more as he hisses at Seungkwan to be quieter, glancing at you every few seconds to make sure that you didn't hear Seungkwan's outburst.
"I just don't know if she likes me like that." He softly admits as he turns to look at you once more. "She's funny, she's an incredible actress and god… her laugh is so beautiful." He says wistfully. "I loved getting to know her over these last few days but, I don't know if asking her out is going to ruin everything."
Silence falls upon the table as the three older members exchange looks with each other, before they look sympathetically at their youngest member.
"Chan ah." Mingyu starts, getting his attention. "You won't know if you have a shot with her if you don't try." He says with a small smile on his lips. "If Seungkwan, her friend who knows her better than anyone else at this table, is asking you why you aren't taking the shot… you know that means that you have a shot with her right?"
Chan considers Mingyu's words for a second before he turns to Seungkwan who nods with an easy smile on his face. "I've watched you fall for her more and more since you started working with her." Seungkwan states, leaning against the round table. "We're not forcing you to shoot your shot. But, we also don't want you to have any regrets." He glances at the two older members who nod their heads in agreement before he reaches out to pat Chan's hand.
"Do what you think is best. Follow your heart."
Chan looks between his three members before his gaze gets magnetized to you once again.
His heart? He thinks to himself. His heart is definitely telling him to take the chance.
His gut, however, wins when he is standing in-front of you in character, with flowers in his hands. The two of you stand in-front of the green lit N Seoul tower as the two of you wrap up the final scene for the music video.
He had written a note earlier after the dinner and the pep talk with his Hyungs and planned to slip it into the flowers because those were the flowers you would be taking with you, after the shoot has ended. A congratulatory gift for a job well done as well as to say 'thank you for filming with us.'
He had asked the director and staff to get chrysanthemums and daisies for you after he had found out that they were your favourites during the scene in-front of the Seoul skyline but as he stares at you right now, his nerves spike up again and doubts cloud his mind.
"CUT!"
The directors yell jerks him out of his thoughts as everyone begins clapping. His common sense reactivates as he begins to thank everyone with a bright smile on his face before he gathers everyone's attention.
Everyone quietens down as they turn to him.
He clears his throat. "On behalf of the team," He turns to face you with a smile. "We would like to present this bouquet of flowers to you."
The look of shock on your face is so cute that it makes Chan's heart skip a beat as you point to yourself with wide eyes.
He nods as you shyly step forward to receive the flowers from Chan's hands. Chan feels his fingers tingle as they brush against yours while he passes you the flowers as the adrenaline spikes in his veins.
Everyone around the two of you cheers as they wrap up, leaving Chan stood in a small little bubble with you. You gaze downwards at the flowers in awe.
"Chrysanthemums and daisies." You whisper, your fingers brushing the petals gently before you peer upwards at him. "You remembered."
Chan feels the tip of his ears turn red as he scratches the back of his neck with a shy smile on his face. "Y-yeah." He stutters out before gesturing to them. "I hope you like them."
You spare a glance at them once more before looking back up at him, your eyes sparkling like they did two days ago. "I love them, Chan." You breathe out, your smile soft. "Thank you."
The way you say his name is like music to his ears, something that he wants to hear and play on repeat over and over again.
"You're welcome." He replies, voice as soft as yours. His hand goes into his pocket, clenching around the note as his heart starts to beat faster.
This is it. He thinks. It's the moment.
"Hey, Birdie." He softly calls.
"Yeah?" You softly wonder, tilting your head to the side.
Chan's mouth goes dry as you stare at him, your eyes filled with wonder that makes his heart race even more.
However, the longer he looks at you, the more his confidence begins to fade as he feels the moment slipping through his fingers.
So, instead, he gives you one of his charming smiles.
"I'm glad we did this project together." He finally says.
You stare at him for a moment before you flash him one of your signature smiles. "Me too." You breathe out.
The moment breaks when the staff swarms the two of you, whisking the two of you away from each other to get you guys out of hair and makeup as soon as possible.
He spares you one last glance, feeling his heart sink in his chest as he sighs.
Mingyu, Seungkwan and Jeonghan are right.
He really does regret it.
A LITTLE BIRDY
A knock is heard at the door as Chan packs up his belongings in the dressing room. He frowns, glancing at the clock as he wonders who it could be. Mingyu, Seungkwan and Jeonghan were in here a few moments before, saying that they would meet him outside so that they could go for supper, to wrap up the shoot.
He frowns a little more before saying, "Come in."
The door swings open to reveal you. Your hair is up in a messy bun and you're dressed in a pair of matching sweats — a stark difference to the outfit that you were wearing just an hour ago — but, it makes Chan's heart skip all the same.
"Birdie." A smile appears on his face. "What're you doing here?"
You give him a smile as you close the door behind you before stepping closer to him, your hands behind your back.
"Well…" You say, trailing off as you take in his dressing room. "I thought we could do an exchange."
His eyebrows furrow in confusion as you hold out your hand with your fist clenched. "Your hand?" You ask softly making Chan blink at you before he lifts up his hand to receive the item.
A folded piece of paper lands onto the palm of Chan's hand making him even more confused as he stares at you, a questioning look on his face.
You jerk your head towards the paper, telling him to open it.
He looks down at the paper before he begins to unfold it.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
my number so you can talk to me about my next role!
instead of stalking my Instagram like a creep :P
Chan's jaw drops open as he looks up at you with wide eyes, nearly dropping the note. "You knew?!"
You scoff as you raise an eyebrow. "It's hard to not know that it's you." You let out a giggle. "I mean, 'di_nope'? Really?"
Chan's cheeks turn bright red.
"It sounded smart and good at the time!" He defends, his voice faltering towards the end as you let out more laughs.
You take a step closer to him before holding out your own hand. "Exchange." You say softly.
Chan looks between your open palm and you, his nerves still spiking. "What?" He dumbly blurts out.
You roll your eyes before gesturing to his pocket. "Your note." You simply say. "I know you have it in your pocket."
Chan's heart further sinks into his stomach. "How did you know about that?!" He squeaks, appalled by everything that you've known so far.
You shrug, giving him a smirk.
"A little birdy told me that you had something to give me… to ask me out perchance?"
Chan breathes out through his nose as his head pounds from the overwhelming amount of emotions he is feeling. He is definitely going to kill Seungkwan over supper.
Knowing that he can't lie his way out of this one, he sighs and digs through his pockets for the note that he was meant to give you.
Adrenaline courses through his veins as he drops the note into your hands. His heart thumps in his ears as he watches you open it to read it. The moment feels like an eternity as your eyes slowly scan each word.
You close the note and lock eyes with him, causing his breathing to hitch as he stares nervously at you.
He opens his mouth to say something — anything — so that the silence won't be so loud when you surprise him.
By leaning in and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. The reaction is immediate.
His eyes widen, his jaw drops open and his cheeks turn as red as a tomato as he just stares at you in disbelief.
You giggle at his reaction before turning and walking towards the door. He watches you go, staring dumbly at you before you turn, midway out the door.
"Call me." Are the last words out of your mouth as you shut the door behind you with a soft 'thud'.
Chan stands there frozen for a few more minutes, processing what just happened as he glances down at your note still in his hand. He looks back at the door as his free hand goes to his cheeks, a love sick grin appearing on his lips.
Yeah. He thinks to himself.
He will most definitely be calling you tonight.
BONUS
dear birdie,
there are so many things i want to say to you that can't fit onto this tiny piece of paper so i'm just going to write the important stuff. getting to work with you has been a dream come true. you've been absolutely phenomenal to work with and i can't believe that i got this chance to work with you.
i hope that this doesn't cross a line but i really enjoy your company and i would like to take you out sometime. i know, it sounds so bad coming from a letter, it is a little more romantic in my head but i promise that if you agree to let me take you out, we won't end up like Picheolin and Chunsun-ie.
i can't promise anything about the future, but i can promise that my feelings for you are as genuine as they come because i swear your eyes are like stars and your smile lights up my life.
so, please consider going out with me?
~ chan <3
ps: if you don't accept, could you not tell seungkwan about this please? thank you!
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