❝ I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine ❞
━ in which timothée chalamet has a crush on the famous iseul moon
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━ in which iseul moon and timothée chalamet fight against all odds for love
social media x real life
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Iseul may or may not have forgotten Timothée's birthday.
With the busy wind of preparing for Christmas, celebrating it, and performing for Gayo Daejeon, it must have slipped her mind. And Iseul felt guilty, especially when Timothée sent her a bouquet and donuts on her day when he was on the other side of the world.
Thus, she quickly informed Jenn of her plans, promising that she would stay discreet as possible, and began arranging Timothée's birthday celebration. It wasn't much, but Iseul hoped that he'd like it.
When the 27th day of December rolled along, Iseul excitedly made her way towards the guest room where Timothée resided and opened the door with a loud bang, having no regard for the sleeping man inside.
"Good morning, starshine! The earth says hello!" Iseul opened the dim, black curtains that blocked out the morning sunlight, causing Timothée to groan, not only by the sudden brightness but Iseul's loud voice.
"And I say bye," Timothée groaned, using one of the pillows to cover his face.
"Timmy, come on, get up!" Iseul sat on the space beside him, prying the pillow off his face. She grinned at the large frown on his face, finding his grumpiness amusing. "I have something prepared for you, and we need the rest of the day for it."
"But I'm content with just lying here, Iz," Timothée whined. "Let's just stay here and watch movies in that gigantic home theater you have. I still can't believe you have your own movie theater, by the way."
"It's convenient." Iseul shrugged. "We love watching movies and we can't really go out because, you know, crazy and obtrusive fans, so I decided to build a home theater in the basement. It's better than other cinemas too, it's much more comfortable."
"I could live a happy life in your theater," Timothée mumbled. As he sat up from the bed, the thick comforter that was once covering his bare torso, hitched down to his waist.
Iseul glanced at him with a cool and nonchalant expression and stood up from the bed. "Go take a shower and get ready, Tim Tam. Put some clothes on preferably. I don't even understand how you can sleep without a shirt on, it's freezing."
"The heater makes the, um, room warm enough," Timothée stammered, taken aback by Iseul's casualness. Not that his body was something to fawn over or even be considered hot — in fact, he was insecure about it — but he was expecting Iseul to blush, judging by her easily flustered nature. Perhaps he judged her wrongly.
Iseul nodded and grinned before heading out the door. "Happy birthday, Tim Tam."
