#acahyeri

[acayoungjae-blog]

    DON’T OBJECT TO JOINING BIDULGI’S HOST CLUB DEBATE TEAM, JUST DO IT.

[acajeonghan-blog]

❝ how it goes. ❞

hey, babe. @acahyeri

“do you really have to be such a fucking nerd about this?”

shamelessly, jeonghan leans back against one of the available seats in the booth, feet propped up on the registry table. he uses the excuse of being a supportive boyfriend as opposed to simply being bored out of his fucking mind. regardless, he did help his girlfriend in setting up whatever he can; it’s the least he could do for everything sans the nagging and doubts about his heterosexuality.

everyone at the share house is out. he guesses they’ll be around the fair one way or another, but it’s still a little too early to know. he’s surprised he even managed to leave his bedroom before noon, on a day where he didn’t have to run off to class. he eyes his fake girlfriend - who might as well just double as his best friend for multiple reasons.

“no one likes debate,” he says, punctuates this statement with a snort. jokes are half-meant in this case. “no one likes the debate team, either.”

[acapcy-blog]

—it takes two to tango.

@acahyeri  

Curious eyes and impatient fingers, Chanyeol toys with the collar of his grey button-down shirt. It might have been the sixth time already. His fingers trying to loosen the tie that’s strangling his neck subtly, wary of the hands of his aunt that might swat him again if she caught him in action. He’s been waiting for twenty minutes now, eight minutes longer than the scheduled time. Normally he doesn’t mind waiting, they could have been stuck in a traffic or similarly unfortunate situation but waiting in this ridiculous attire is suffocating. 

Chanyeol glances down to his grey vest that’s two shades darker than his shirt, hoping that he doesn’t come off as under-dressed or overdressed. He reminds himself that he was told this is semi-formal occasion and that he doesn’t care about the girl’s side opinion of him because he’s not interested in dating right now. But maybe if the girl is hot and totally his type, he’ll reconsider. 

But Lee Hyeri... Why does that name sounds familiar and gives him a bad feeling? His Imo had told him beforehand about the name of the girl he’ll meet later. Still no signs of that person yet and that doesn’t ease his nervousness at all. Well, he’s known a few Hyeris in his life. It’s a pretty common names anyway. There’s no way that it’s going to be that Hyeri, right?

Twelve minutes past their scheduled time. He’s getting warmer in his attire and patience is wearing thinner.

Remember about the drone. The drone with camera that Imo promised if Imobu can strike a deal with the girl’s parents. Remember that you only have to do this once.... Okay, okay, you can do this, Chan. At the thought of his bribery, Chanyeol takes a deep breath and his features relaxes. His Imobu walks into the private room they rented with a man and woman around his age and finally introduces him to a couple whom he guesses as the parents of the girl he’s supposed to meet. It becomes easier to him greet his Imobu’s business partners with his best smile, showing the couple his best manner as he thinks of his prize later if this meeting succeeds. 

He shakes the man’s hand firmly, smiling sweetly to his wife and introduces himself while throwing some light praises to the couple in his most pleasant voice. He should feel embarrassed for being such a sycophant but hey, as long as he has interest while doing so, why not? 

“... you’re Lee Hyeri-ssi’s mother? I would have mistook you as someone around my sister’s age for your youthful aura and beauty!” He says with his eyes slightly widen as if he’s genuinely surprised. “Ah, my apologies. I really didn’t mean to come off as rude...” Flattery will get you nowhere they said. Let’s see if flattery will get me my drone. He laughs politely at the response he received from them.

Chanyeol originally had felt nervous about this meeting. But his Imo said he only need to come, be polite and look handsome, give good impressions and let the adults talk while he’s left to talk to their daughter. So far, everything seems alright to him. What can possibly go wrong, right?