sungjoo grabbed seungyeon’s head and turned it so he faced the angel that was laughing at whatever yibo had said.
“oh, him”
“yeah, him” sungjoo said “who is he?”
“if you’d let my beautiful face go, i’d tell you”
sungjoo let his hands dropped but didn’t take his eyes off the radiant boy.
“he’s the new chinese trainee from that one company...” seungyeon said stealing the chips from sungjoo’s stilled hand “they gave him to us on lend or trade or something. yibo’s been showing him around all morning since, you know, he speaks chinese”
“i speak chinese” sungjoo said. he could show him around when yibo was busy. show him the sights. show him the corner ice cream shop. show him to the broom closet of the third floor. make him fall in love. and then they could go and get married in a foreign country where they wouldn’t get side eyed while they walked their two kids and their dog in the park.
“knowing you’re takeout order doesn’t count, sungjoo” seungyeon said between mouthfuls of chips.
sungjoo shrugged. details. he’d live in china as a kid, he’s sure could muster up a couple of other words to impress the love of his life with.
“i’m going to go talk to him” sungjoo got up determined.
seungyeon followed behind him if sungjoo was going to embarrass himself. he’d better be there to record it for future black mailing opportunities.
yibo spotted them walking towards them“oh, hey, sungjoo, seungyeon”
“sup” seungyeon said making yibo move over.
“who’s your little friend, yibo?” sungjoo asked and regretted it immediately. way to sound like a creepy old man, sungjoo. good job. good job.
“this is zhou yixaun, he’s from yuehua in china” yibo explain. “yixuan this is kim sungjooo”
“ni hao” sungjoo stuttered out as soon as yixuan set his eyes on him. he was even more beautiful up close. all rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes.
“he likes to think he speaks chinese” yibo snarked.
yixuan greeted him back, rosy blush on his cheeks “nice to meet you, sungjoo. i speak a little korean, too”
“yeah so don’t strain yourself, sungjoo” yibo muttered causing seungyeon to almost choke on the drink he’d stolen from an unsuspecting kid.
pfft. whatever. “i was just trying to be friendly.” sungjoo stated sitting a little too close to yixuan. “i was thinking maybe yixuan and i could go for some ice cream while you and seungyeon were in dance class?”
yibo squinted at him hard. he knew what sungjoo was up to. but he wasn’t about to hand yixuan over on a silver plate to him.
“actually yixuan has class with me all day today” yibo answered.
yixuan nodded “they were nice enough to give me a schedule similar to yibo’s. maybe some other time?”
“yes, of course” sungjoo nodded “whenever you’re free just send me a message. here let me get your number”
“and on that note. we’ll be late for our singing lesson if we don’t leave now.” yibo interrupted pulling yixuan up with him “we can’t have you slacking on you’re first day”
seungyeon shrugged at him “later” before following behind the two chinese men.
it’d been three weeks since yixuan had been training but yibo never let him out of his sight! whenever sungjoo tried to asked him out or even hang out with him outside of lessons yibo either whisked him away or yixuan already had other plans. his angel was quite a popular guy.
yesterday after a three hour vocal lesson he decided to dust off his chinese skills and write yixuan a letter that he would put in his locker. a little cheesy (a little creepy) and old fashion but it could be seen as cute and romantic so why not?
he looked at the letter one more time before shoving it between the cracks of the metal locker. he hoped everything was written correctly. he might have cheated and used google translate for one or two phrases but it was better than ask yibo for help and possibly get mocked for life or sabotaged. Â
it took three days for yixuan to approach him. sungjoo was in the lounge wrestling with some type of math equation that he hadn’t taken the time to learn how to solve in between sleeping in class and trainee lessons when yixuan tapped on his shoulder.
“hi” yixuan said with a little wave of his hands.
sungjoo straightened up immediately when he saw him “hi, how are you? here sit down” pulling out a chair for him.
“you send me a letter?” he asked ringing his hands together kind of awkwardly.
sungjoo nodded “did you like it?”
yixuan hummed “uh, yeah. it was nice of you to tell me my mom is very pretty and that you’d take me out and teach how to sort recyclables and all but i didn’t understand the part about you holding my pet pig hostage in exchange for toe nail clippings?”
sungjoo went red “huh?”
yixuan took out the crumpled note “yeah, right here and here” he pointed out “this is pig and this is toe nails.”
“no, no-“ sungjoo shook his head “that’s not what i wanted to say at all”
“i didn’t know if this was a prank or not. everyone was being so nice to me but i showed it to yibo and said there was only one person stupid enough to google translate chinese” yixuan explained “since that” he pointed to were sungjoo had signed his name in what he assumed was chinese “means nothing”
“no, no, no that’s not what i meant at all. i just wanted to ask you out but yibo kept keeping you way from me and you were so busy with training and everyone else so i never got a chance to ask you out and maybe have ice cream and get married and maybe adopt two kids and a dog and-“
yixuan placed a hand on top of sungjoo’s cutting him off “maybe not marriage yet, but i’d love to get ice cream with you now if you want?”
“yes! of course, i want” he said jumping up from his seat and dragging yixuan out of the room, math homework forgotten.
Summary: Jungkook's family is different, but it's his family, and he will punch any kid who says otherwise. Which happens. Yoongi is called to the school to discuss his son's behavioral problem.
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