Serendipity | 13 | real gentlemen
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When the theater department is down on it’s luck and has to bring in record breaking sales at the end of the school year in order to garner sponsors or else they’ll be defunded, the lead invites a few dance majors to practice one Saturday morning. One volunteers his class to fill in for the ensemble just to see a smile. It all leads to two semesters of chaos in putting together a student written and composed musical, drama amongst friend groups, and a dance major falling in love with a set designer.
| warnings: written chapter, spare me I’m rusty, alcohol, mention of kinks (brats), the words “make me” are used
San only lives ten minutes from the Italian restaurant that you two agreed to meet at. He’d texted you to inform you that he’d be waiting and would already have a table by the time you arrived. You hadn’t texted back and he wasn’t too worried, you told him you were at the auditorium working on the sound system, he needed only to wait patiently for your arrival.
Sure, you’d spoken and spent time together at rehearsals, but he wasn’t sure if it could really be classified as hanging out when he was actually busy asking you questions about what you were working on and what you were doing to prepare for the show.
He was excited to get to see you in person outside of working. Though given the circumstances, he had to be careful of what he did or said. He knew the reason he had to talk to you had a lot to do with his obvious crush on you and volunteering his class for the musical, causing one of his very best friends to fire off at him any chance he got.
His head snaps up as you sit down across from him and he finds himself blushing, smiling softly at you.
“I’m sorry I’m late. I had to go home and change. I was all sweaty after working on everything. The lights on stage get way too hot,” you laugh nervously and peel off your coat, soaking in the warm restaurant air.
He shakes his head when you apologize, “It’s no problem. No need to apologize. I hope you don’t mind, I ordered wine for the two of us… I, uh, thought we both might need it to loosen up.”
You grin at him and lean forward, “Red or white?”
He blinks at you surprised, raising a brow before smiling just as brightly at you, “Red. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all.” You smile and watch as he nods, dropping his gaze to his menu.
You can’t help but let your gaze run over his features, from his brows, to his jaw, to the way his lips purse as he ponders over his options. His blonde hair falls into his eyes and you hum softly, tilting your head slightly.
“Why are you staring at me?” He laughs and closes the menu as the waiter comes by and pours the wine, disappearing with a promise to be back soon.
Your cheeks flush and you laugh nervously, shaking your head. “I wasn't staring. I was thinking. We’ve never spent time together like this… I’m just… Observing!” You clap your hands together, proud of your own defense, but he still doesn’t seem convinced.
With one look from him, you sit back and sigh, running your hands over your face, only for your eyes to flicker back up to him. He hasn’t once torn his attention away from you and your heart flutters in a way you were expecting nor were you used to it. Usually, Mingi was always on his phone.
“Does it have anything to do with what you wanted to talk about?”
You look away at his question, a bit ashamed but you nod, knowing you aren’t doing yourself any favors by allowing yourself to feel this way with someone who was essentially offering to be your therapist right after a break up, if you could even call it that.
“Here,” you pull your phone out, pulling up the messages from the group chat from earlier that day. “At the very least, Yeosang and Hongjoong made up.” You slide the phone across the table, allowing him to take it. Your hand comes up to your mouth as your elbow rests on the table, subconsciously gnawing on your thumbnail.
San reads the messages, his brows furrowed before he smiles at you, “That’s great! Oh, fuck wait…” He winces, glancing back at the screen when he realizes that they were expecting you and Mingi to talk now.
“Right!” You huff, bringing the wine to your lips and taking a rather larger gulp. “I mean, I know it’s not that big of a deal, but I don't have anything to say to Mingi really. And Jongho and Yeo were both the ones tired of how Mingi treated me… So why should I even give it a chance?”
“Maybe to clear the air?” He sets your phone back on your side of the table, only to quickly speak up again, “Hear me out, okay? Think of it as getting closure. If the two of you can get closure, maybe that will take away the awkwardness or how tense things are in the group chat.”
You stare at him for a minute, processing it and thinking about how south things could go if you do this, but at the same time… San was right. It could absolutely give you what you need and make things much easier to deal with afterwards. “Okay. That… Yeah. That makes sense.”
“If you want, I can sit with you while you talk to him? You don’t have to talk to him in person, I know that can be really hard after a… break up.”
You laugh at that and you shake your head, “You’re already doing a lot more for me then you actually have to…”
“Y/N. I want to. I actually like you… I mean, I want to be your friend!” He smiles despite the blush on his cheeks, having to play off his own little confession.
“You’re so sweet… Thank you… I think I’ll do that. It’ll definitely be easier with someone there.” You smile up at him before tucking your phone away. “Enough about me! Your turn now… What did you wanna talk about?”
His eyes suddenly widen and it’s almost like he’d forgotten he had something to talk about too. “Oh… Okay, so Yunho, the tall guy in my class that’s doing the ensemble with me?” He hopes his description is enough, “Since I volunteered the class to do this… He’s been on my ass. Like legitimately just an asshole. He makes snide comments at me all the damn time. And I’m getting so tired of it. He’s supposed to be one of my best friends and he’s just turned into a bully.”
You frown at him and reach across the table for his hand, “I’m really sorry. I hate that you’re in that situation. Why doesn’t he just drop out if he doesn’t want to do it?”
San shrugs sheepishly, “Because… I might have convinced our instructor to make it a part of our grade so that no one could drop out…”
Your eyes widen and you bring your free hand to your mouth, laughing softly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh… How did you manage that? I mean, I guess I’d be a little mad too, but I wouldn't go as far as to bully one of my best friends over something like that.”
“I really appreciate that,” he whispers, squeezing your hand.
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