The 8: blind date

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One day while Minghao and Hansol are eating lunch in between classes Hansol brings up the idea of going on a double blind date together. Minghao immediately declined but Hansol insisted, admitting that he already set everything up and just needed someone to go with him. Hansol pleaded and Minghao eventually agreed but was regretting his decision. The blind dates were set up for this Saturday, which was only a few days away.

Hansol hyped the double date up the next couple days. He kept repeating himself to his best friend, about how the girls they're going on dates with are beautiful and match each of their personalities perfectly, and so on. Which didn't turn out to be the case at all for Minghao. On the evening of the double blind date Minghao and Hansol met their dates at a restaurant.

Minghao was paired with a woman the complete opposite of him. She wore deep red lipstick, smokey eyeshadow, and dressed to match her face. She was wearing black thigh high boots, tight leather pants with a very cropped spaghetti strapped top under a leather jacket. Her hair was jet black with curtain bangs that framed her face. Minghao wasn't usually someone who judged a book by its cover but this match definitely wasn't hitting off. And quite frankly she looked underdressed for the temperature outside.

It was safe to say Minghao was thoroughly uncomfortable with his date already, just by the look of her. The one that caught Minghao's eyes was you. You were his best friend's date and was without a doubt Minghao's type. You had light brown hair with wispy bangs that floated over your forehead. Your makeup was light and suited your porcelain face.

The outfit you wore was just his style too. You looked like the complete opposite of your friend. You had on an oversized fuzzy, pastel-colored, chunky plaid sweater with a white turtle neck under it. The front of your sweater was tucked into a pair of light blue, high waisted jeans. You even had light green and white checkered slip-on shoes to complete your outfit. Minghao thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

Minghao tried his best to keep his eyes off of you since you weren't his date but every chance he could sneak a peek at you he did. Minghao sat next to Hansol at the table while their dates sat across from them. Hansol was really the one to keep the conversations going during dinner because Minghao didn't actually want to be there. At one point Hansol told a terrible joke that Minghao had heard his best friend make numerous times before, and it actually worked on Minghao's date. It was so cringy that it made Minghao roll his eyes.

He tried to ignore the two laughing back and forth with each other but they were both equally loud and obnoxious. Eventually Minghao noticed you were just as quiet as him the entire time. The only time you spoke was when the conversation was brought to you. At one point during dinner you caught Minghao glancing over at you. The eye contact was brief but it spoke volumes.

You smirked cutely and tucked a strand of your caramel colored hair behind your ear before taking another bite of your salad. Even the way you ate your salad made Minghao's heart flutter. You looked so elegant with everything that you did. Minghao still couldn't understand how he ended up with your friend as his date and not you.

The second time you caught Minghao looking at you was during the movie after dinner. Hansol had the bright idea for all of you to go see a thriller movie. Minghao's date sat to his right while you sat to his left, Hansol was to the left of you. Minghao's date chewed her popcorn loudly and slurped her drink obnoxiously while you continued to stay quiet and still the entire time.

About halfway through the movie Minghao glanced to his left and his eyes instantly met yours. He admired how round and doe-like your eyes were and it made his heart race. The sudden eye contact surprised Minghao and he quickly turned his head to face the screen, rubbing the tip of his nose with the top side of his right hand as an anxious habit.

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