K-POP ONE SHOTS (Requests OPEN)

Dino (Seventeen) - Ladies' Man

For Cass~ @dino_is_bae

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I looked around the dance floor nervously as I shuffled around, looking for my friend, Youngji who was the one to invite me here in the first place.

I didn't party.

Youngji was well known in Gangnam for being a party master. She hooked up at least once with every guy who came to these parties often, whereas I was single and hadn't yet had a chance to meet anyone between studying and my part time job. Of course, that's why I was here.

Youngji had shown up to my door, all dressed up and announced; "We're going clubbing."

I tried my hardest to make an excuse not to, but she finally convinced me to make an agreement.

"Fine, I'll agree to Friday night at seven, but we won't be staying late."

And here I was, lost in the crowd of dancing, sweaty people. Not my idea of a good night.

I found a table off to the side where I sat alone, wishing I was back at home under a blanket cuddling my cats while watching the cooking channel.

Not too long after, a waitress came up to my table holding a tray of drinks.

"Would you like anything to drink tonight?"

"Could I have a water with lots of ice, please?" I asked loudly over the music.

"Of course," she smiled, walking off.

I turned on my phone, still no text. I wondered if I should just go home, only it seemed like such a waste to get all dressed up only to go home straight after arriving.

"Y/N!" I heard a voice shout out to me.

Finally, I thought, looking up, hoping to see Youngji.

Instead, I was greeted with young man, dressed in black jeans and a loose white button-down who seemed familiar.

"Hey," I said as he sat down across from me.

"Wow it has been a while, hasn't it?"

I laughed awkwardly, still without a clue of who it was. "Has it?"

He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Don't you remember me?"

I shook my head; "I'm sorry, I don't."

He nodded slowly, biting his lip. "I'll pretend like that doesn't hurt."

"I'm sorry I-" I froze. It came to me.

...

Everyone in senior year had been asked out besides me. At least, that's what I had drilled in my head.

Of course, I didn't know what was coming my way at that time until language arts class later that day.

"Lee Chan, please read your poem loud and clear to the class."

The short, young boy I remembered from my senior year shuffled up to the front of the class dressed in a suit, which confused us all, but he had a reputation for being a wildcard so nobody questioned it.

He cleared his throat and unfolded the paper in his hand.

"Um... roses are red... violets are blue..." he looked around the class and stopped at me, locking our eyes. "Y/N go to prom with me, our night together is due."

The two students in the front pulled a string, releasing small streamers into the air in front of Chan who stood shyly, still looking directly at me.