Help Me Out? (Seongjoong)

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[comments are always very welcome!]

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He's late.
It's his fucking plan to meet me. And he's late.

I pull out my phone.
'you were the one that wanted to meet. Where the fuck are you?'
I type into his text box right as the cafè doors open.
"Seonghwa!"
I glace up, met with Hongjoong walking over.

"What's your problem. Why you look so pissed?"
Hongjoong asked, plopping into the seat across from me. He made direct eye contact with me, his brown eyes felt intimidating, yet kind. He was incredibly attractive. I keep thinking it. Each time I've seen him, which granted, hasn't been many times.

"Gee. I wonder why?"
I flip my phone around showing him the time. 3:41. The plan was made for 3:30.
"Really? Ten minutes? That's what's got to pissing yourself?"
Hongjoong lowered his chin slightly. Looking at me through his lashes. Was I aware this was overreacting? Of course. But I wasn't going to tell him that.
"What if I had a class?"
I ask.
Hongjoong just keeps his same blank stare.
"It's a Friday afternoon. You don't have class. And if you did, you wouldn't have come."
He says. Was he wrong? No. Not at all

I sigh.
"True. What am I doing here, anyway? Is this part of your stupid plan?"
I ask. Hongjoong perks up at the question.
"Mhmmm~ and you wanna know the first step of that plan?"
He asks, smiling widely.
"Sure."
"You, are going to Chanhee's number."
He sing-songs.
"No. I'm not."
I answer. His smile slightly drops. Oh, but not to worry. It was quickly back.
"Yep. You are."
"I'm not doing that. You can't even do that. Get a strangers number."
That. That's what put the smile back on his face.
"Shall we test that? I'll tell you what. You choose, anyone in the room right now, and I'll get their number. It I succeeded, you have to get Chanhee's number. If I fail. You can go on with boring little life."
Hongjoong suggests.

I scan the room. There were plenty of people to choose from. And boy wouldn't it be nice to watch Kim Hongjoong eat shit in the confidence game.

"Her."
I point to a woman in a pencil skirt and a blazer, her hair slicked back into a tight ponytail. She had a grimace on her face. She didn't look like anyone who would want to be spoken to.

Hongjoong glances behind him. And quickly looks back at me.
"I'm gay."
Hongjoong said. A look of disgust resting on his face.
"Exactly. Got work that 'magic', Hongjoong."
I say. Far too proud of my choice in person.

Hongjoong stood out of his chair. Walking up behind the woman ordering. And fallowed her to the pickup line.

He wasn't doing anything.

I won.

"Blended caramel latte."
The boy girl behind the counter called. Both Hongjoong and the woman reached for it, their hands almost touching. Hongjoong smiled, and bowed his head at her. They spoke a moment, and Hongjoong handed her his phone.

How in the hell.

Hongjoong happily bounced back to the table. With his drink that he didn't even seem too interested in
"I win, babe."
He said. Sliding his phone to me. Sure enough. A new number was just put in.
"H- what? How? Wait- babe? Wh-"
I was stunned. I was joking about magic earlier, but, obviously, it wasn't so much of a joke.

Hongjoong smiled.
"It's all about confidence."
Hongjoong said, eating the whipped cream off his drink.
"I don't have that."
I admit.
"Mhm, but you could~ and I'm gonna teach you how to get it. Ask any of these people in here for their number. Just one person."
He requests. Pushing the drink away, apparently done with the only part he was interested in. Elbows leaned on the table, mirroring my position. His face coming way too close to mine for comfort. He had a way of making me feel... Not uncomfortable... But- flustered?

No?

"How about him?"
Hongjoong points out a blonde haired boy.
"He's with someone you dumbass."
I respond. Looking at the obvious couple. They actually looked kinda f-
"They're my fucking roommates. Oh my God."
Hongjoong says, focusing his attention back on me.
"Yeah. They're dating. Y'know what? Practice on me. Pretend you've never met me, and ask me out."
Hongjoong suggests.
"Hongjoong, I'm absolutely not going to do that."
I respond. Why am I trusting this man with my love life again?
"C'mon. I'm not asking you to suck my dick. I'm asking you to pretend to ask me out."
Hongjoong said. Leaning himself back in his chair with an eye roll.
"Why would your mind immediately go to me giving you a blowjob?"
I still felt my cheeks flush. I was appalled.
"I said I wasn't asking you for a blowjob, actually. You misheard."
Hongjoong made eye contact with me, again. An annoying smile came to his face.
"Unless you want to."
He said.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Your blush says otherwise. Anyway. Ask me out. Go!"

I fell silent, thinking over my words. I knew this was going to be embarrassing. And there was no way out of it.

"Hey. I'm Seonghwa. Uh- what's your number..? Like. Phone number. Not your social security number- we could- uhm. Go out?"
I stumble through the god awful question.

Hongjoong breaks out laughing.
"That was painful to witness. Okay. Okay. Not that. Dont do that to Chanhee."
"No shit. This is a useless cause."
I respond, fully regretting agreeing to this stupid plan.

"Listen,"
He begins.
"It's fine to fuck up sometimes. You'll get better with each try. Get better with that confidence."
Hongjoong says.

Silence fell upon us for a moment. Hongjoong being the one to break it.

Hongjoong slid me the drink.
"You can have this, if you want."
He offers, standing up out of his chair.
"You had your mouth on it. I'm not drinking you spitty beverage."
I say, pushing the drink back.
"A little spit never killed anyone. But whatever. Do what you want with it. I'm headed home. Have a good day Hwa."

"You too, Hongjoong."

A/N

Went to pick up food at a long John silvers, and wore ripped jeans, sat down, waiting for my food to be ready. And this random ass man out his hand down the thigh slit in my pants. What in the holy hell.