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Part 1

It’s a beautiful night.

Chanyeol gets out of the car and breathes out before doing a little run. The streets aren’t that crowded, even on a Friday night, because it’s getting cold. He opens the door and watches how his date’s high heels shine under the city lights. He gulps and waits until she gets out of the car to close the door and stands correctly. She smiles and moves her long, black hair so it doesn’t get stuck in the small stones decorating her silver dress. Chanyeol offers his arm and walks her to the front of her building.

“Thank you,” Hyejin says, smiling. “It was a really fun night, Chanyeol. I would have never thought I could have so much fun at a Video Game Bar.”

“Oh,” Chanyeol laughs. “I’m sorry if that looked kind of childish.”

“No, not at all,” she laughs too. “I do love games. I didn’t expect to be that good while drunk.”

“Well, you also look good while you’re drunk,” he winks and, at the same time, like God himself has decided “it’s time!”, his phone vibrates in his pocket. “Damn…”

“What?” Hyejin frowns.

“Nothing, it’s just…” he picks it quickly, just to turn it off. The name on the screen gives him chills. “Where were we…?”

Hyejin crosses her arms. She is definitely the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Her tanned skin is literally glowing and her exposed legs look like art.

“Is it your boss…?”

“Huh,” Chanyeol scratches his nose, looking around. “What do you mean?”

“I’m asking if it’s your boss, Chanyeol.”

He opens his mouth to answer and closes it, because his phone is ringing, now. She sighs and lets her arm fall.

“Listen,” she says softly. “Answer the call. I know you want to. I’m going home. It was a nice date, though I prefer that you only call me when you can give me your undivided attention and it’s obvious that you can’t do it right now.”

Chanyeol wants to protest, but it’s the second date and the… tenth time that he has to answer Kyungsoo’s calls. He was embarrassed before, but now, he’s mortified. He watches her go and closes his eyes, swearing. Before the couple on the other side of the street can call the police on him, he takes a long breath and answers the call.

“Hello,” he grunts.

“Hello, Chanyeol, good evening,” the deep voice says from the other side of the line. “What’s a chirp chirp and where can I buy it?”

“Please tell me you haven’t called to ask me what a Twitter is,” Chanyeol wants to cry. “Please, Kyungsoo.”

“Chirp Chirp is Twitter? Where do I buy a Twitter? Is it safe? I heard that it makes people follow you.”

“Follow you online, not on the streets,” Chanyeol almost screams, balling his hands in fists. “For god’s sake, how old are you?”

“I was born a month and—”

“Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol says tiredly. “Tomorrow I’ll make you a Twitter account, okay? Just… hang up and go to sleep.”