No Messing Up
(P1: Chicken Scratch) (P2: Call On Silent) (P3: Easy Talking) (P4: Over The Moon) (Part 6: Can We Talk?) (Part 7: Goldilocks)
genre: fluff, college!au
warnings: m/c is scared of phone calls and just anxious in the beginning
pairing: dancer!mark x student!m/c ft. haechan and johnny for like 1 second
summary: you're nervous about calling Mark after you went on a date
wc: 530
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You’re posted up on your bed, hunched over your phone. Your date with Mark was probably the best date you had ever been on. He was sweet, easygoing, and kind. These reasons are exactly why you’re too scared to call him. The most pervasive thought is what if I mess up? The green call button glares back at you below his friendly face which was so fun to talk to. It’s not like talking to him is Sisyphean, so why are you so nervous? How should you say hello?
“Hey! I know you just got off of… ugh.” You mumble to yourself.
You jump as your futile rehearsal is interrupted by your ringtone. The selfie of you and Mark picnicking is big on the screen. Your choice is made for you by his face filling the screen. You brace yourself and press green.
“Hey!” He’s talking in English and his familiar voice fills your ears. He sounds a little out of breath.
It’s 17:00 exactly. “What’s up? I heard you just got off dance practice.” You hope your voice doesn’t sound unsure, and… you don't. By some miracle, dialogue comes easy.
“Actually, not yet.” He confesses. That’s why he’s out of breath, you think. “We decided to go a little longer for the comp coming up. I called because I didn’t want you to miss me too much.” He sounds smug.
“Shut up!” You react with more than your voice—you’re sure you’re blushing. “You’re the one who called me immediately during your break, so who misses who?” You scold him, and you hear his heavy breathing through a laugh he lets out. “You just got on break, right? Stop teasing me and get some water and cool down!”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I have been. Plus, this room is cold as hell. Brr.” He mimics freeing and you laugh with him.
“You better not be catching a cold,” you chide playfully. He chuckles, the sound warm and comforting.
“I’m not that weak, but I’ll take your advice to stay warm.” He assures you. “I swear I’ll put a hoodie on if I feel even a little bit chilly.”
“You better take care of yourself.” You challenge him, feeling a smile tug at your lips.
“You too.” He replies softly, and there’s a warmth in his voice that makes your heart flutter.
You fidget with your hoodie ties to keep focus on responding. You clear your throat, feeling even more butterflies than before. “How’s practice going? Are you going to win your competition?”
“Oh, absolutely!” He responds with enthusiasm. “Me and the guys are putting in the work. Those judges won’t know what hit them!” He’s ardent in his statements and it makes you smile even bigger.
“If you let me come, I’ll be your biggest cheerleader.” You promise him, and it’s his turn to get embarrassed. Somewhere in the background, you hear Haechan and Johnny talking.
“Thanks,” he says, his voice filled with gratitude. “That means a lot to me.” As you catch up on each other's days since your date, the conversation flows effortlessly. Despite the distance between you, his voice makes you feel like he’s next to you, and that's just fine with you.
