tongue-tied ✦ l.jn | ✔

five

"Oh my god!" NingNing exclaimed. "Are you shitting me?!"

You'd just recalled your day to your roommate, finally ending at the part where Jeno had asked you on a date. She had literally done a spit-take back into her soda as she smacked your leg in excitement.

Despite still being in disbelief yourself, Jeno had been extremely up-front and clear about it. No room for misinterpretation. Unlike your response to him.

"Well when's the date?" NingNing squealed, pressing for more information.

"I said no," you deadpanned.

"What?"

"Well, kind of."

At the clear grimace on your face, your friend sighed, "Y/N, what did you tell him? Verbatim."

"I told him that it would be inappropriate right now because a bias or conflict of interest would ruin the integrity of my piece and any career opportunity that came out of it," you repeated your statement from earlier almost word-for-word, sure that it would be burned into your memory for the rest of your life.

"You do know that he now definitely thinks that you were telling him to just wait until after the article is over, right?"

"Yeah, that's what I was afraid of," you groaned, dropping your head into your hands and rubbing your face in exasperation.

"You don't want to go on a date with Jeno?"

"I don't want to date Lee Jeno," you confirmed, nodding the head that you were still holding.

"Let me just review the situation here: you've got a very sweet, very funny, very hot guy that's into you. What's the problem?"

"He's hot."

Finally, you'd found it. The real reason you'd said no, the real reason you had a deep pit of dread in your stomach as soon as the words had left Jeno's mouth hours earlier.

She snorted, "That's a problem?"

"His entire career is based off being hot, he's a model," you explained rather desperately, relieved to finally be able to put your tumultuous thoughts into proper words. "I can't deal with all that shit that comes with it. I just can't."

"So you'll never want to date him? You're not going to change your mind?"

"No, never. I couldn't."

"Never say never," NingNing taunted with a sing-song voice, but at your eye-roll, became more serious. "Okay, let's just say you'll never date Jeno in your life—despite the fact that nothing is ever definite—you shouldn't lead him on. Intentional or otherwise. Don't let him spend the next few weeks thinking that you two are going to date after the article's over."

The anxiety was still there, however. "What if he doesn't actually think that and I just misunderstood him? What if he just naturally gets over me in the next few weeks and doesn't need me to confront him about this and straight-up reject him? He's probably never been rejected in his life, what if he doesn't take it well? What—"

She cut your endless strings of 'what if's short, "Y/N, didn't he say that he'd never done this before?"

Realization hit you straight to the gut. "What if me rejecting him makes him never want to ask anybody else out again for the rest of his life and I scar him permanently?"

Your roommate had a clear look of 'yikes' on her face, and pure mortification ran through every inch of you.

"Never mind, there's no way I could ever have such an impact on Lee Jeno's life, that's fucking ridiculous. I'm just some normal person, some journalist, and he's literally a supermodel. No way this would actually matter to someone like that."

"Y/N, don't say stuff like that," NingNing frowned, pulling some hair away from your face gently. "You matter to me, remember? You're my best friend."

Completely ignoring her, you continued, "I just have to be upfront with him, tell him I don't want to go on a date with him, and be done with it. He'll probably never think about it again for the rest of his life."

She let out a sigh as if she were going to say something but thought better of it. You didn't press her; your mind had been made up.