get your rizz game up! (jeongin)
PAIR. non-idol!jeongin x f!reader GENRE. crazy fluff, all stray kids members included, at the end of the day they're just eight guys, aura losses across the board WORD COUNT. 1.75k WARNINGS. none (failed rizz attempts) NOTES. this absolutely happened i was the coffee table IN WHICH: jeongin is down bad for the huzz but he needs to consult his 7 rizz counselors first…!!
it's not every day that eight guys crowd around the phone screen of their youngest member, projected on the big television screen in their living room ─ but when they do, they're either completely locked in, or locked the hell out.
yang jeongin was absolutely cooked.
"GUYS listen to me. just send a simple 'hi!'"
"felix NO remove that exclamation mark right NOW—"
pulling down a very impassioned minho back to the couch, seungmin crossed his arms, unimpressed. "so... how did we get to this situation again?"
it all started two months ago, when the exact same formation was assembled to delude jeongin into sending you a follow request on instagram. it was, by far, the longest three hours of his life.
after arguments ("HE'S GOING TO SOUND DESPERATE"), insults ("maybe she's into guys who have a bit of loser in them!"), and a near mental-breakdown ("GUYS SO YES OR NO" "YES!" "NO!"), the poor ginger-haired boy was as conflicted as ever to press the not-so-simple blue button.
it's not like you were strangers either — he's definitely made eye contact with you upwards of five times in class! he was basically halfway there! you were falling in love with his charms for sure...
right when jeongin was about to give up and shut down his phone for the day, a notification brought him out of his misery. [@ your name] has requested to follow you.
and the crowd goes WILD!!
claps on the back, wiping fake tears from their faces as the seven other boys embraced one another, as if they were the ones who manifested this absolute alignment of the universe.
jeongin didn't care, nor did he notice, as he was taking a million screenshots of the screen before the notification disappeared. finally liberated from the fear of being accused of instagram stalking, he confirmed your follow and followed you right back — not caring about jisung's protests in the background talking about how he should probably wait a few more minutes. true love doesn't wait, jisung!
but maybe true love does wait. because it has been a whole week since you guys last spoke through instagram, and even that seemed like a stretch for conversation. this was it; jeongin had finally ran out of topics. he had exhausted his (very limited) list of conversation starters — putting his dignity on the line by asking you what the calculus homework was from time to time, stopping only when seungmin laughed at him as he asked the same question for the third time in a week ("DUDE she's going to think you're a D1 slacker").
it doesn't help that your interactions in real life have dwindled as well, other than jeongin's pre-mapped route on campus that allows him to cheerfully wave 'hi!' to you on your way to class. the last time he truly had a conversation with you, you had complimented his shoes (it wasn't the diabolical jurassic stompers 1 2 unbuckle those shoes this time guys trust... or maybe it was) and he had nearly passed out. if he hadn't been keeping his aura in check by monitoring his own movements, he definitely would have stared at you, open-mouthed in shock right then and there.
but that was two weeks ago. the jeongin lore environment is now drier than the sahara desert. we need improvement, now!
so that's how we get seven self-proclaimed top-of-the-line rizz counselors, hooking up jeongin's phone to the television through airplay to cook up something foolproof.
unfortunately for jeongin, there is a lot of debate on what foolproof looks like.
"whatever you do, just don't send the exclamation mark," minho warned.
"i still stand by my 'hi!' idea," felix advised.
a series of "NO!"s were yelled out.
"too simple."
"too bland."
"what about a 'how ya doin?'" chan offered. "with a winky face?"
they all cringed simultaneously.
"by far, that is the worst idea..."
"chan... i think you're in the wrong generation to be giving advice," seungmin deadpanned.
jeongin put his head down. and they said chan was supposed to be the best at this!
"it's time to be a man," changbin laughed, putting both hands on the coffee table. "just be more dominant."
"dOMINANT?!"
and the room erupts in chaos again.
"okay wait, how about you just write her a long, heartfelt message about how you feel about her?" hyunjin cut in, grinning deviously.
the boy looked terrified at the suggestion. "definitely not. that's so out of character for me."
"everything about this is out of character for you," shrugged hyunjin. "look, how about you post a fit check and put some cryptic lyrics over it. it always works, trust."
and that's how the youngest found himself digging through his closet for the most mogalicious outfit he will cook up for 2025.
under usual circumstances, this would've been right up his alley. but the stakes were higher than ever today, and jeongin found himself being rushed with "BROO just take a photo already" after his eighth outfit change of the day to find the best effortlessly-trendy-but-not-too-aloof combination for the most important post of his entire life.
cooking takes time.
hyunjin was nominated to be the designated photographer of the day, clicking the shutter button at millisecond intervals and praying that one of them was the shot. the older boy was having the time of his life, twisting his hand at every angle (while doing dramatic back bends), sniping jeongin like no tomorrow.
"you're doing great sweetie!" minho yelled from the other room.
"how's it going guys?" bang chan peeked through the doorframe, holding the bowl of instant noodles that he had made at the beginning of this makeshift runway show. the noodles have since cooled down, with chan's chopsticks sticking out precariously from the near-empty bowl.
"OH MY GOD YOU'RE PLOTTING MY DOWNFALL," jeongin cried, swiping through five consecutive photos of himself mid-blink.
"oh. yikes i really caught you lacking with that one... keep swiping i swear there's beautiful ones too."
it then took fifteen more minutes of jeongin analyzing song lyrics with full rhetorical analysis before he had a postable instagram story. he even recruited seungmin to help him press post.
"AAAND... POSTED!"
and now we wait.
not even a whole minute had passed before you liked his story.
"HOLY SHIT IT'S HAPPENING."
"JEONGIN YOU BETTER LOCK THE FUCK IN."
"that response time is genuinely CRAZY."
then you started typing.
[[your name] sent a message].
the living room exploded with yells, with each member pointing at the tv screen with their own piece of (contradicting) advice.
"OPEN IT OR SHE'LL THINK YOU'RE UNINTERESTED."
"DO NOT OPEN THAT—"
"HE HAS TO."
"THAT'S WHY YOU CAN'T PULL."
"OH SHUT THE HELL UP—"
chan decided to save poor jeongin. scooting over, he told the youngest of the secret method: looking at the preview without opening the message itself.
except that backfired.
because it said 3 new messages. dammit!
ignoring the chaos surrounding him, jeongin's eyes flickered around the room to decide his next move. should he risk it all?
"JUST OPEN IT ALREADY!"
so he did.
and oh my god. this is not real.
"fit is FIREE 🔥🔥"
"as always tbh"
"lock your closet tonight"
your messages rocked jeongin's world, i fear. jeongin's world was also literally being rocked by the sheer decibel level vibrating through the house at that exact moment.
"SHE WANTS YOU," yelled changbin.
felix nodded aggressively. "SHOOT YOUR SHOT NOW."
jeongin looked up, exasperated, with ears burning red. "but. WHAT do i say?!"
"ok look," said minho, swinging his leg over the couch to sit next to the youngest. "she swiped up on your story, which, by the way, has already exceeded my wildest expectations. you can say anything at this point and she'll still be halfway in love with you."
jisung shrugged. "i think you should send 'ouuu do you fw me.'"
"might as well send 'you DON'T pmo ❤️' then as your next message," groaned seungmin.
"yes! and top it off with a 'will you be my huzz ❤️' too!"
"STOP."
"at least i'm offering suggestions—"
jeongin was on his own.
his fingers started typing before he could form coherent thoughts. (thankfully, he did hear bang chan telling him that "whatever you do, just don't stop at liking the message" #blessed him up)
"haha thank you"
"that means a lot to me!"
"also wdym your outfits are crazy good too"
it was a little awkward, a little cute, but very organically jeongin.
"is this tuff," jeongin whispered to chan.
"very," chan affirmed.
the crowd, however, was not impressed.
"we take our eyes off the screen for FIVE seconds and he's already fumbling."
"TRIPLE TEXTING???"
"JEONGIN PAUSE—"
jeongin didn't gaf. because his target audience was REACHED.
the moment he saw you typing, he was back at the edge of his seat. "omg thank you," you sent, before your three typing bubbles appeared again. "funny story but remember the shoes that you wore two weeks ago? i actually got the same one!!"
the word count of your messages (and the shoes comment) made jeongin turn around to the rest of them with a smug smile on his face.
"and you all were massive haters about my footwear," he huffed. (he was hyperventilating)
"HURRY UP AND REPLY, DAMMIT!"
he was too invested. jeongin continued to type. "no way."
minho facepalmed. "and we've entered sahara territory again."
jeongin didn't know what came over him as he typed out the sentence and pressed send. "we could twin if u wanted to hangout sometime??" in fact, he typed it out at record speed just so he wouldn't process his own actions and stop himself from the top 1 riskiest text of his entire lifetime.
the room was silent.
at last, all eight boys huddled around the tv screen froze mid-action, eyes widening as they witnessed what had just been done.
"oh shit," whispered jisung. "we should've went with my idea."
it was agonizing. then eight unison gasps. the typing bubbles were back!
you replied."what about tomorrow?"
jeongin jumped up, staring at the message with wide eyes. then he locked the fuck in. "12 pm?"
ding! "i'm down :)"
and that's how yang jeongin, the youngest of his friend group, secured his first date.
he blinked.
then it hit him.
"oh my god it happened. IT HAPPENED!"
"WE are locked in twin. WE are pulling the huzz."
little did jeongin know, seungmin was recording. the entire time. he's totally playing this at the wedding.
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