ZB1/ZeroBaseOne Oneshots

Biggest Fan | Matthew x Gunwook

This was the worst day of Matthew's life.

And no, he wasn't being dramatic. Not in the slightest. In fact, he was certain that anyone with an ounce of empathy in their body would understand exactly why he was hunched over the edge of the dirty pavement, slapping his palm against his forehead, cursing the world for all it was worth. 

Because that's just what any normal person does when they embarrass themself in front of their idol.

But hey, that isn't nearly enough information to explain how utterly mortifying Matthew's experience had been, so lets rewind a bit. 

"Please don't!"

Sorry Matthew, I've only published three one shots this year, the people are waiting.

"Okay fine, but at least remind them how hot and sexy I am." 

I don't think they need reminding....

Onto the story!

It was a completely typical Saturday evening in Seoul. The sun having only just set over the bustling streets of the city. There was a humidity to the air, far less heinous than in the sweltering daytime, but still uncomfortable enough for Matthew to question why he ever left his apartment. Oh yeah, it was fucking boiling in there too. 

But really, all of this was Hanbin's fault. He was the one who'd been begging for iced drinks, despite Matthew having enough perfectly fine fridge cold beverages to last them their whole movie marathon. Apparently his thirst was just far too strong to be culled by what he already had, and Matthew was half tempted to call Hao over to fix that, before he gave in and headed for the door. 

"Chuck me my bag." Matthew had demanded, and Hanbin looked at him like he was crazy.

 "You don't need your bag, just pay with your phone." 

This point will be important later on. 

The walk to the convenience store only took a few minutes down the street from his apartment. However, with how humid it happened to be outside, Matthew could feel the heated sweat beginning to bead at the top of his forehead as he pushed his way through those familiar glass doors. 

Matthew didn't bother to grab a basket, just stuffed his arms full of as many iced drinks he could carry, then dumped them down in front of the poor cashier, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world than checking out one sweaty, [hot and sexy- that's for you Matthew] Canadian man at quarter to midnight.

"Thanks." Matthew said, grabbing the flimsy plastic handle of the bag. He took two steps away from the register, when he heard the apathetic shout of the cashier from behind him. 

"You forgot your phone." 

And Matthew found himself confused by the idea, before he was spinning back around to see his phone planted neatly beside the card reader.

He wanted to hit himself. How had he even managed to do that? How does someone pay with their phone, then leave it on the counter instead of just shoving it straight into their pocket? Matthew was an anomaly.

"Sorry about that." He muttered, rushing over to retrieve his phone. If he wasn't eager enough to get home already, he definitely was now.

Especially as upon his final turn, he rammed face first into, what he could only assume, was another person's chest.

It really didn't hurt that bad physically, the guys chest was firm, but the impact was softened by the gentle hands wrapping around his waist, holding him steady. So big they nearly circled him whole. He tried not to think about that.