dating class || hwang hyunjin

three

"So I finally get to talk to you! The Lee Y/n everyone talks about!" The boy exclaimed excitedly.

I tilted my head. Everyone talks about... me?

"Oh, I'm sorry! Let me introduce myself. I'm the sixteen-year-old, swaggy but cute at the same time, biggest Godzilla vs Kong fan, soccer enthusiast, the school's main vocalist, kung fu panda Kang Yuchan!" Yuchan said with a wide smile.

I gave him a weak smile and a slight nod in response. What a long introduction.

"And I'm Lee Y/n, you already know."

"Speak more!" He nearly pleaded, "Just a little more."

I shook my head tiredly, but he continued, "Say more! A little more, Y/n! Just a few lines! We have to get to know each other more!" until I got so irritated, I gave up and reluctantly agreed.

"Well... then I guess I'm the eighteen-year-old, swaggiest, the school's visual, a web drama watcher, a fanfiction writer, untalented couch potato-"

Yuchan's eyes widened, "UNTALENTED?? WE ALL SAW YOU DANCE IN THE DANCE COMPETITION!"

"-An ex-student council president, uh- Gojo Satoru supremacist, Lee Y/n representing Team Seojun."

"Oh hell naw, Team Suho for the win!" The boy whined, making me roll my eyes.

This boy has a lot to say.

"Suho is the literal definition of the standing🧍🏻‍♂️emoji. I mean I do love him, he's nice and sweet and really loves Jugyeong, bUT- Have you seen Han Seojun? I'm definitely not being biased to Hwang In Yeop but holy fuck that man is thirty and he doesn't age?? And he's so sweet like-??Team Seojun for both the webtoon and the drama."

I looked back at Yuchan, who gave me a grin, before he continued, "Alright, let's put our differences aside here," he said, gesturing to a non-existent box, "Here. I call this the differences box. We save it and take it out only when we have an ugly fight."

"Reasonable," I played along, pretending I was putting my 'differences' in the box. 

"Alright," he said, clapping his hand, "Now that that's solved, let's get to know each other first."

"Don't we already know enough after that long-ass introduction you literally forced me to say?"

He shook his head. "No! That's just a brief 'hello! nice to meet you' introduction. We need to talk first."

"I see..." I said, but I didn't see anything.

This guy talks way too much. But, still. He's a happy pill.

"Can I call you noona?" he asked, "Let's be friends."

You paused, before hesitantly nodding. "Sure."

He let out a triumphant grin, "Yay! Right, and you can call me Chan, or Channie, if you'd like."

"It's alright. I have a close friend named Chan, so calling you Chan would be way too confusing for me. My brain wouldn't comprehend."

"Oh... that's okay, then! If you'd like, you may also call me 'swaggy cowboy Yuchan'!" He giggled, pretending he was swinging his cowboy hat around.

I chuckled. His cheerfulness was getting to me.

"Hey sexy, go on a date with m-"

"You're still younger than me," I gently reminded him. 

He clasped his hands and bowed his head a little, giggling, "Sorry, noona!"