34 and 2 with guanlin!! 😊
prompt: (34) date gone wrong + (2) “I had a lot of fun, surprisingly.”
genre: fluff
a/n: yay i’m so happy i finally have written a drabble for each member! also i’m trying to practice using kuanlin than guanlin if all of u dont mind hahahah
“Sorry, our restaurant has closed. Thank you for loving us for the past ten years,” you squint as you read the letter taped onto the glass door in front of you.
“Great. I drove for an hour to eat at this place and…” you look at the time on your watch. “My date hasn’t even arrived yet. I better text him.”
Kuanlin was startled seeing your name suddenly pop up on his phone. He sensed something was wrong, besides the fact that he was running late—on your first date.
“Oh no,” he mutters under his breath. “Good thing I have Plan B ready,” he starts to think as he fiddles with his car’s steering wheel. “I don’t have a Plan B.” He slams his head onto his steering wheel, trying to come up with something–and fast.
“Yep. This is how I die,” you thought to yourself. Looking around, you realize that the restaurant you were supposed to eat at was basically in the middle of nowhere. Thank god you both agreed to have lunch, otherwise this was the perfect place for a crime scene.
Kuanlin lifts his head up and catches a glimpse of a take-out sushi restaurant. “Yup, I have a Plan B!” He smiles as he parks his car immediately in front of the building.
Afraid of getting brutally murdered, you send him a ton of texts asking where he was. “All pride is forgotten in near death experiences,” you reassure yourself.
“Five more minutes?!” You look in shock as you read his reply. “Does he not care about me getting murdered? He was the one who suggested this place!” You stomp your foot out of annoyance, your patience shorter each second. “I’m definitely setting the bar low on my next date.”
Suddenly, a loud honk from a car startles your conversation with yourself. “Sorry I’m late!” Kuanlin shouts from the inside, immediately rushing to get out. “I’m so so so sorry!”
You turn to look at him, “You better have a Plan B, mister.” Catching sight of the paper bags he was struggling to carry, you jog towards him. “Hmm,” you raise your eyebrow out of curiosity.
“I do have a Plan B!” He smiles at you–his eyes squinted from smiling and the sun which has reappeared from behind the clouds. You were reminded what brought you to get out of your house in the first place. This guy right here.
You nod towards the paper bags, “This better be good.”
“Trust me. At least on this one,” he pouts.
“How could I? This looks like a perfect murder scene! And you said you grew up here! While I’m a complete stranger,” you gesture towards the number of lined up trees in front of you, “to all of this!”
“I am not going to murder you! No one is!” He laughs at your quite vulgar statement.
“Well, that’s exactly what a murderer would say!” Your eyes grow wide at him as you lend an arm for one of the paper bags.
“Just follow me,” he says as he picks up his pace and strides right past you.
You check the inside of the bag, making sure they weren’t murder weapons of some sort. “Dumplings,” you squeal. “My favorite!”
“Yeah, you texted that last night,” he shouts from in front of you. “But I really wanted to take you to that sushi restaurant. I didn’t know they closed down. It was a childhood favorite of mine and my family’s.”
“You did text that last night…” you were suddenly stopped in your tracks.
“Here we are,” he places the paper bag down on the freshly cut grass. “My favorite picnic place.”
You look over towards the river sprawled right in front of the both of you. Sparkling beneath the sun’s rays, like a pile of morning stars.
“Wow,” you take a deep breath—taking it all in. “For a second I thought I was really getting killed today, but…this, this is beautiful!” You smile.
“Sorry, really. For making you wait,” Kuanlin plops himself down. And carefully opens each takeout box, using the paper bag as your makeshift placemats. “I hope this makes up for it.”
“We’ll see,” you tell him as you sit down cross-legged right beside him. “If I don’t get murdered, then sure.”
“Stop saying that! That won’t happen! I won’t let it, so calm down,” he says with a chuckle. “Look! There are tons of people hanging out here! Even dogs!”
A smile never leaves your face as you turn to look around. Everyone sure was enjoying themselves underneath today’s warm weather. Honestly, this was pretty nice. Maybe even better than sitting inside a restaurant.
“How come we didn’t think of this the first time?” You ask him as you dip your dumpling in soy sauce.
“I actually forgot this existed,” he says. “I only remembered, like, an hour ago.”
“See! You didn’t have a Plan B!” You accuse him. And the both of you are left in a mess of laughter.
“Hey!” He tries to stop himself from laughing. “You caught me. But! But in my defense, I came up with something much better, so…” He shrugs, looking so proud of himself.
“You were still late, so…” you answer him back with a shrug. “Okay, fine. Your tardiness forgiven,” assuring him with a smile. “This is pretty neat. You’ve outdone yourself, Lai Kuanlin.”
“So…will there be a second date?” He mumbles. His eyes intent on the dumplings, afraid of your reaction.
“Well, I didn’t get murdered,” you chuckle. “So, yeah. I had a lot of fun, surprisingly.” You turn to look at him, the sunlight making his fair skin glow.
“This isn’t so bad, isn’t it?” He turns to look towards the river. “I’m quite surprised at how this day turned out too,” he smiles. “And I’m glad it turned out the way it did.”
“There’s no better way to do first dates,” you giggle. “Than a date gone wrong, turning out unexpectedly well.”
“I’m glad I got to do this with you,” Kuanlin says as he looks back at you. “‘Til our next one!” He raises his dumpling, motioning for a cheers. You laugh at how silly he looks, but you do it as well anyway.
“‘Til our next one! May you not show up late!” you say as you bump your dumpling with his, “and don’t worry, I’ve already set the bar low.” You playfully wink, hearing his laugh eventually fade along with the passing of the wind and the clashing of the waves—this, this may be the perfect date.
