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74. SVT Seungkwan - Encore

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Title: encore

Member: Seungkwan ft. Seokmin & Jihoon

Genre: Fluff

Word Count:1534

"Seungkwan," Seokmin calls, waving a hand in front of the blonde. The blonde swats the hand away, absentmindedly shoving fry after fry into his mouth. He picks up his drink, blindly poking around his face with his straw, taking a few seconds for it to reach his mouth.

"Face it Seokmin, he's off in (F/N)-land right now," Jihoon chirps, taking a seat beside the daydreaming male. "Hey, snap out of it or I'll revoke your status as main vocal."

"No! No, I'm here. I've been here, okay? I don't know what you mean by '(F/N)-land'." He rolls his eyes and stares down at his tray, pushing around the remains of his food with a finger. The obvious tint of pink in his ears is, well, obvious, and it furthers Jihoon & Seokmin's belief that the blonde has a crush on you.

"You know exactly what we mean," Seokmin counters, "You've had a crush on her since what - middle school?"

"I don't have a crush on her," Seungkwan retorts, taking a long, loud sip of his drink before slamming it down onto the table. "I don't."

"Seungkwan, we've known you for forever - and we've lost count how many times we've caught you staring at her," Jihoon replies, taking a bite into his burger.

"That doesn't prove I have a crush on her. Maybe I just like looking at her," he grumbles, crossing his arms. He steals a quick glance at you once more, and Seokmin and Jihoon groan at his denial.

A male approaches your table, who pulls you into a not-so-friendly hug (from Seungkwan's point of view, anyway.)

"That little -" Seungkwan stands, slamming his hands onto the table, startling the two friends. "He's dead!" He begins to roll up sleeves, prepared to fight to the death, but Jihoon grabs his friend's arm before he does.

"What do you think you're doing? Seungkwan, you can't even kill a spider and you think you can take out the captain of the football team? Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" Jihoon scoffs, "You react like this when she talks to another guy, and you still deny your feelings?"

Seungkwan continues to glare daggers at the perfectly sculpted, football playing, girl-stealing frat boy, conversing with you. The pit of uneasiness grows in Seungkwan's stomach, blood boiling and thoughts in a haze - but then he comes to realization, and sits down calmly.

"Whoa, did he just give up without sassing back? Who are you, and where is Boo Sasskwan?" Seokmin mutters worriedly, glancing over the now-pale Seungkwan.

"Guys. I've come to a realization. I... I like her. A lot. A shit-ton. A frick-ton."

Jihoon facepalms audibly, and Seokmin sinks back in his seat with a loud groan.

"It's about time you realized it," a voice cuts in. "You owe me five bucks, Jihoonie." Seungcheol, Choi goddamn Seungcheol, is beside them in seconds, smiling smugly while holding out a grabby hand.

"If I knew it'd be that easy, I wouldn't have made this stupid bet," Jihoon grumbles, handing Seungcheol a bill. "Well, whatever. As long as he knows now. Thanks hyung." Seungcheol grins and waves goodbye to the boys before striding away, tackling an unaware Mingyu with a bear hug.

"What?! You made a deal with - with - that guy?!" Seungkwan sputters, expression going from angry to pouty in a split second. "That's unfair, hyung."