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Exactly seven hours, fifty-four minutes and eight seconds after Jongin had asked Chaejin out, Chaejin proceeded to have a massive panic attack.
It took her all of seven hours but, eventually, at two fifty-four in the morning, the fact that she had a date with the guy she'd been hooked on for a year and a half settled in. Initially, her happiness had lead her to run around the house, screeching like a tone-deaf banshee (which was worse than a regular banshee, according to Sehun). At the end of her high, she had immediately started to spiral downwards into a full on panic attack. It was like having a sugar rush, except with your emotions.
Now, she was bundled up in the comforter on her bed, laying on her back as she blabbered all of her concerns away into her cellphone. Needless to say, the person on the other end was anything but happy to hear from her.
"What if I end up throwing up or something when I try to talk to him?" she was now saying, rolling over onto her side and staring at the wall. "Or, what if he thinks I'm boring?" She then gasped. "Oh my God, Chanyeol, what if he stands me up?"
There was a tired sigh from the other end of the line, followed by a grunt as Chanyeol stretched. "I understand your concern," he replied gruffly, his voice heavily sewn with sleep, "but consider this. It's almost three in the damn morning."
"What if he doesn't like me for me, Chanyeol?" she continued, ignoring his previous statement.
"You've literally been pretending to be someone you're not, andyou're just now worrying about this?" Chanyeol replied, a shuffling noise and the sound of a door opening following soon after. "Do you even like theatre?"
"Not really," she mumbled. "The only other play I know besides Romeo and Juliet is Hamlet."
"Hamlet," Chanyeol repeated thoughtfully. The line went silent for a second before he said, "What's that, some kind of food?" followed by a, "Jeez, now I'm hungry."
Chaejin stifled a laugh. "Are you being serious?"
"It's three a.m, my brain isn't working right now." There was a loud clatter from his end of the line. Chaejin chose to ignore it.
"Does your brain ever work?" she joked.
"Very funny, theatre geek," Chanyeol replied. There was a mother clatter, except this time it sounded louder, almost as if it were nearby. "Hey, do me a favour and open your window?"