definitely, maybe (of course)
a/n: revenge is best served sweet
dedicated to hannah
there will be more to come ok
grease
Hyuk/Joy
745 words, g
“What should we have for lunch?”
“McDonald’s!” Sanghyuk answers in a heartbeat.
Hongbin sends the younger boy a frown. “But we just had that two days ago.”
Sanghyuk gulps and tries not to look panicky because his roommate is quick to catch up on things like this, but takes three different people to explain to him how to actually play Minesweeper (Hongbin never mastered it). “Uh, I feel like eating double cheeseburger. I had quarter pounder the last time.”
“You ate double cheeseburger last week!”
“What’s wrong with eating the same thing?” Sanghyuk sounds more defensive than he intended and ends up annoyed, more at himself than at Hongbin. “Never mind, I’ll just eat alone.”
He never told anyone, but the actual reason why he has been spending his money at McDonald’s lately, gaining unnecessary extra weight and risking dying at a young age from all those cholesterols from their greasy food is because of a certain girl who works there.
The first time he saw her was over a month ago, when his groupmates decided to meet there and discuss their assignment over lunch. She greeted them with a loud and bright “Welcome to McDonald’s!” the moment they stepped inside though the other staffs didn’t bother, and Sanghyuk almost tripped on his own foot when their eyes connected.
(he ended up having to point at the menu board because he suddenly started hiccupping after she asked for his order. so much for a good first impression.)
Ever since that day, he tried to go to that particular McDonald’s branch as often as possible, making up ridiculous excuses so he could get his friends to come along with him. Sometimes he even made late night trips just to get some fries or a McFlurry, although it’s winter and the restaurant is actually a 15-minute walk trip from his dorm. Several times he made a fool out of himself, forgetting what he was going to order and stuttering over his words. Once he ended up ordering a Big Mac at midnight when he really was just wanted a sundae.
He really hopes she doesn’t think he’s a glutton. He works out four times a week, okay.
Today, however, Sanghyuk comes prepared. He practiced his order over and over while walking from his dorm, earning strange looks from other people who probably think he’s talking to himself.
The girl, Sooyoung, he learned when he caught the sight of her nametag a couple of visits before (he’s usually too nervous to even hold eye contacts), welcomes him with her signature grin that bares almost all of her teeth. It almost shatters his plan to pieces until he reminds himself to breathe and of his practiced order.
He nears the counter and takes a deep breath.
“Good evening, sir. What would you like to have today?” she asks with the same bright tone she always has, fingers ready on the cash machine to punch in his order.
A double cheeseburger set with fries and large Coke. Easy.
But Sanghyuk blurts out “You.”
A(n awkward) silence looms over them. Sooyoung keeps blinking, as if thinking perhaps she misheard him, while he lowers his head in embarrassment, wishing that the ground would split open and swallow him right then and there.
She then starts laughing. It’s supposed to be music to his ears but the situation makes him feel even more embarrassed. He’s already trying to figure out how he can change his name and starts a new life somewhere where there is no McDonald’s when she says, “Don’t tell my boss, but you should stop coming so frequently. Fast food is not good for your health, you know. Plus it’s expensive.” She leans in closer to whisper the last bit, and he would have probably been happy about it if he hadn’t said what he did.
He takes it as a rejection when she moves away from the counter and busies herself with something else. His shoulders drop and he heaves a sigh. What’s the use of good grades when he can’t even hold a proper conversation with a girl without embarrassing himself?
Sanghyuk is only about to turn away when he sees an ice-cream shoved into his range of vision, and looks up to find Sooyoung smiling at him. “It’s on me,” she tells him. He almost feels insulted thinking that she might just see him as a kid until she adds, “My shift today ends at 10.”
Oh.
secret date
Yugyeom/Yerin (feat Mark)
353 words, g
Mark glances at the younger but taller boy sitting next to him in the van that’s usually cramped with their other members. Today, however, the van is half filled with their (Yugyeom’s) too many luggage and bags for a short trip.
(mark doesn’t know and doesn’t wish to know what yugyeom packed. he clearly told the latter that they don’t need to bring many clothes as yugyeom can just wear his or his brother’s, but the pink haired boy shook his head and told him matter-of-factly, “hyung, fashion is important even during our breaks and your old clothes are probably out of date”)
Yugyeom’s eyes are fixed on the screen of his phone, fingers fast typing something, most probably replying texts because it doesn’t seem like he is playing a game from the way a grin is plastered across his lips.
The grin has not left Yugyeom’s face ever since Mark told him he could come over and spend the New Year break with his family in LA. He has been extra bouncy and busied himself choosing and buying new shirts and snapbacks. For god’s sake, it’s just my family, there’s no one to impress, Mark thought to himself until he received a KakaoTalk message from Yerin asking when will his flight be.
Oh.
At the gate while waiting to board the plane, he stares at Yugyeom whose eyes are still fixed on his phone. Mark nudges Yugyeom shoulder to get his attention. “Be honest with me about something, Yugi.”
The younger boy raises his brows quizzically. “Be honest about what?”
“You’re just using me, aren’t you?”
“Using you for what?”
“I know you’re coming with me because you want to meet Yerin.”
It’s not a question, and Yugyeom doesn’t reply. He doesn’t have to because the way his ears redden says it all.
Just in time, the airline staff announces that the gate is now open and other passengers begin to form a queue. Mark gets up to his feet and pats Yugyeom’s shoulder. “Tell Yerinie I say hi,” he murmurs with a laugh before he goes ahead to join the queue.