Nonsense ౨ৎ Choi Soobin

𝓿. Fake Boyfriend

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FIVE. THE PROPOSAL
⊹ ⁺ 𐔌 ᩧ ຼ ͡ ৯ ♡໒⁀ ᩧຼ ꒱ིྀ ⁺ ⊹

Soobin flinches when Taerin sets her books down.

It's not even like she slammed them down or did anything that really warranted his flinch, but he does it anyway. He supposes maybe it because he had to listen to his friends go on and on about Taerin Lee, and he almost forgot she was a real person.

Almost.

He looks over at her, and is reminded that she is very much real. Her bleached hair, cut perfectly so it frames her face. The few freckles that dot her skin, still visible under the thin layer of foundation she must be wearing. Her perky nose, the tip of it shining underneath the lights. And then there's her big, brown, doe-like eyes, staring into his.

Staring into his.

He shakes his head and looks down at the textbook in front of him, clearing his throat. "Hi, Taerin..." He greets her, unable to look her in the eye. He can't believe he was just blatantly staring at her, and there was no way she didn't notice.

She doesn't respond, and Soobin worries he totally freaked her out. He finally risks a glance in her direction, just to see she's still staring at him. Her eyebrows are pulled together, and she almost looks like she's squinting at him.

"I have a weird question to ask you." She suddenly speaks.

Soobin is a bit taken aback, his eyes widening. He tries to imagine what kind of question Taerin Lee could possibly have for him, but he comes up empty handed. There's only one way for him to know.

"Oh. Yeah, sure, what is it?" Soobin responds. and hopes she can't pick up on the way his voice wavers just slightly. Honestly, he's not even sure why he's nervous.

Taerin leans forward on her elbows, and sucks in a deep breath. "Okay... When I say it's weird, I mean it's weird. Like, really weird."

Soobin just nods in understanding. This is the most he and Taerin have ever spoken outside of just her studies. "Okay."

"Okay. Will you be my fake boyfriend?"

A moment of silence...

Soobin stares at Taerin, his jaw hung open and probably catching flies. To say he's stunned is an understatement. There was an endless amount of possible questions he thought she might ask him, and this was still one he hadn't even imagined.