doyoung [eleven]

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Two more physically distant dates with Doyoung—art museum and quick lunch during his workday—occurred before anything to do with your text to Jaemin came to fruition. You were at your parents' store, delivering food from Lenticular to Sicheng, who was too behind on his cataloguing duties to take a lunch break, when your phone buzzed. A call from Jaemin.

Passing the container off to the Mizuchi dragon, you headed for your parents' empty office to answer your phone.

"Hey," you said, expecting the worst. Expecting Jaemin to give you a short sigh and make his tone as sweet and gentle as possible as he informed you that Doyoung and Kun had come into the shop, and that Doyoung wasn't actually interested in you.

But there was no response from your friend.

"Hello? Jaemin?"

As you paused for him to reply, you realized that you could hear voices in the background over the phone. About to hang up, presuming that it was a butt dial, you stopped as soon as you heard your name.

"Y/N?" Doyoung. It was clear that he wasn't actually addressing you, the audio too far away and slightly indistinct. "You're..."

"Thinking of asking her to be my date for the gala," Kun finished the sentence confidently.

Jaemin was letting you listen in on their conversation. You should've hung up, this wasn't okay, this was a major breach of privacy—surely your friend could get fired for doing this. Not to mention that the idea of hearing directly from Doyoung's mouth that he didn't like you wasn't an alluring option whatsoever. And yet you couldn't bring yourself to hang up as the snow spirit spoke again.

"You are?"

"Yes. I feel as though I haven't been forward enough when expressing my interest in her. This would be very explicit, don't you think? No room for misinterpretation."

"Yes, it's very forward," Doyoung cleared his throat awkwardly. "But I don't think she would say yes, Mr. Qian."

"Why is that?"

"You have been rather overt in your advances in the past and she hasn't returned any of them."

"Perhaps she just thinks I'm being nice. I should really make it clear that I would like to pursue a relationship with her."

"I don't think asking her to be your date to the gala would be a good idea."

"You're right, a gala might scare her off. A normal date then. Dinner or the like. Oh, I know, I'll cook for her at my penthouse."

There was a moment of silence, and you couldn't see exactly what the three men were doing, but you imagined a rather comical scene of your best friend looking between the two of them with wide eyes in anticipation for Doyoung to profess his own feelings for you, to no avail. So instead, he stepped in.

"Wait, are you talking about Y/L/N Y/N, Mr. Qian?" Jaemin feigned cluelessness rather well.

"Well yes, actually."

"Oh, she's my best friend, Mr. Qian. And I'm sorry to say, but she's actually seeing someone right now."

You let out a sigh of relief that you didn't know you were holding. Panic had been building with every failed attempt by Doyoung to get Kun to leave you alone.

There was another pause, and you hoped that it was Kun deciding not to pursue you anymore.

"Are they serious?"

Apparently not. He was collecting data.

"They've gone on a few dates." Jaemin's tone was pointed before he rushed to add, "She seems really into him."

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