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"You can do this." Daeho looks in the mirror. It's Valentine's day, and he knows just who to surprise. He slicks part of his hair back. His hairdo is in his usual half-up-half-down style. He's trying to pick out a nice outfit.
After hazardly laying it out he chose to wear a blazer in a nice sheen black colour, paired with a crisp dress shirt tinted in red. He debated between a necktie or a bowtie, finally choosing the necktie for not looking silly. It was also black, he didn't know if he should've worn a colourful one, well it doesn't matter. He picks out some nice sleek black dress shoes to top it off. Yeah he looks good... hopefully nothing goes wrong.
Daeho chose gingerly about which cologne he should wear. Should he wear a noticeable one? No that'll give him a headache... maybe a light one, or none at all? No- no... what if he stinks? He brings his shoulder closer to his nose taking a light sniff before determining if he should wear a stronger cologne. Maybe he'll go light. He doesn't smell bad at all, at least that's what he convinces himself to think.
Oh wait makeup! He remembers as he scrambles through his drawers. Wait, what if this makes him seem girly? Does he need it-? Would he judge? Well, male k-pop idols and celebrities wear makeup all the time so why can't he? Daeho stares at his drawer before closing it slowly, deciding that it's not needed for now. It might get messed up anyways and won't do him much.
After getting ready, which took him way longer than he wanted to, Daeho takes a deep breath, bracing himself as he opens his door and makes his way to downtown.
As he walks, he ponders about what he might get him. Daeho knows that he likes bingsu, and his favourite fruit is strawberries, and that he loves dark chocolate. So why not get him a dark chocolate strawberry bingsu? Yeah. That's perfect.
He hums to himself passing by numerous stores before entering a nice little cafe that's pink and warming. He orders and picks up his freshly made bingsu, which is in a nice and secure box. He tries to be careful and to not ruin it. Daeho thanks the person at the register before making his way out of the building. Daeho then takes a glance at the clock set in the cafe, 1:24pm. He's still got time.
Daeho smiles to himself as he exits out the doors as the little bells jingle, spotting his departure.
"Flowers."
He mutters to himself quietly as his gaze fixates onto a cozy-looking flower shop right across the cafe he just left. Oh wonderful! He looks to the left and right side of the road before crossing it to make his way to the shop.
A women greets him and he returns that gesture. "Do you have any pink and white roses?" He asks politely, receiving a nod from the lady. He sets his bingsu aside, following her.
She leads Daeho to the section where there's roses. There aren't very many left, considering that it's 1pm on Valentine's Day, but it'll do. They all still look really nice and beautiful. He picks out 4 white roses and 10 pink ones, placing them nicely into a new bouquet. He bounced cheerfully to the lady, "This is all?" She asks while inspecting and counting the flowers. Daeho gives a small nod with a grin that shines off his charisma. He pays for the flowers then bows to say thank you and goodbye.
Daeho opens his phone to see the time in big bold letters, 1:40pm. He nods to himself and unlocks his phone. He opens instagram, checking stories of people he knew. He instinctively opens a story of a friend of his, Namgyu. He rarely posts so Daeho was curious of what it was, but mainly because that this guy was kind of the guy that Daeho was asking out for Valentine's Day.
Namgyu's story was just a picture of him sitting by a window with a nice, what he assumed to be, cup of coffee. It kind of looked like the ones that Thanos made when he took his shifts at the coffee shop he works at. Daeho wasn't the jealous type, he knew how close Namgyu and Thanos were, but that made him shift uncomfortably and made him lose his confidence. What if Namgyu likes Thanos and rejects him? He didn't like thinking about that... they literally live together! Daeho frowns and tucks his phone away into his pocket, then shifts his eyes so he stares at the bingsu and flowers he's carrying around. Why is he second guessing himself? He just needs confidence.
Daeho steps towards Namgyu's resident, taking a step closer to the door. He double checks his bingsu to see if it's been messed up, it still looks perfect, like it did when he first picked it up. He sighed in relief as he held it tighter. Was he even ready for this, or should he wait? Ah just do it! He mentally slapped himself when he knocked on the door rather than using the doorbell. Why was he so nervous? He thought he had the confidence to do this...
He toyed with the strands of hair falling down into his face while waiting for someone to open the door.
It slowly slides open, revealing a tired looking Namgyu. "Hey Soldier boy." He greets with his signature smirk and a small wave, not noticing the obvious flowers within the other's hands. Daeho scans Namgyu with his eyes, he's as cute as ever. Despite appearing like he'll either go back to bed or stay in his house all week, Daeho thought it was cute.
"Hi, Namgyu!" Daeho said in his usual proud and cheery tone. "You look, interesting today. Tired?" Namgyu nods, opening the slide door all the way, leaning onto the frame. Daeho chuckles then remembers why he's here.
He holds out the bouquet and bows deeply. "These are for you!" He loudly says, politely handing them to Namgyu. He takes it into his own hands and fiddles with the stems. Nam-gyu raises and eyebrow, surprised by the gesture, but unsure of what it means. "What's this for?" He asks while brushing the petals gently, waiting for an explanation,
"They're... for you." Daeho's tone becomes softer and much quieter as if he just got caught guilty for something. His gaze drops to the ground, thinking that Namgyu doesn't like the flowers he picks out. He took a deep breathe, gaining back his composure. He remembers the bingsu he's holding in his hands and holds it in front of the two of them. "This is also for you, Namgyu." He holds it tightly, hoping for a positive response.
Namgyu stares down at it, noticing that it's his favourite form of dessert with his favourite fruit and chocolate. He face flushes a faint pink, still mildly confused at the nice gifts. He grabs the bingsu with shaky hands, his sleeves covering most of it, feeling the coldness of the box. He glances back up at Daeho, blinking with a look of confusion etched onto his face. Namgyu switches gazes between the three things, the flowers, bingsu, and ultimately Daeho. "I-" He gets cut off by Daeho, who starts to apologize out of nowhere.
"I'm so sorry!" He bows deeply once more, keeping his head down. "I'm sorry if it isn't good, if you don't like it thats alright with me... I- can, I can just take it back." He apologizes with embarrassment crossing his face. "This is completely idiotic." Daeho shames himself, clearly reading the situation wrong.
Namgyu giggles, and Daeho looks up at him with his eyebrows furrowed. "No, this is nice." He smiles warmly making Daeho's heart flutter. Oh he's so perfect. His raven hair is as beautiful as ever. His dimples show as he smiles. Oh my, how he loved this man. Daeho stopped his little love rant as Namgyu continued,
"I just don't know why you're giving me this. It's nice and all though. Thank you." He compliments and gives a small nod while admiring the two thoughtful gifts.
Daeho just stares at Namgyu, telling himself that he did a good job and that there's no reason to worry. "Ah, right! Your welcome." He bows again but this time with his head high. "I'm here to give you things to show off my gratitude! And partially because..." He drifted his sentence with a pause, locking his gaze onto Namgyu. "I wanted to ask you out." He states, although it sounds more like a question than a statement. Namgyu is aghast by this, his mind going blank. Is he serious?
Namgyu laughs, before halting himself. He notices that Daeho looks serious but unsure, which makes him stop.
He thinks it's a joke... Daeho deflates and visibly frowns. Maybe today wasn't a good day, he wonders. Namgyu wanted to hit himself for laughing at this, why is he like this? "No, Daeho! Sorry didn't mean to laugh." He stood up straight to meet the taller boy's gaze. "What did you say just now? I wanna hear it again." Daeho looks at him with shock, his mouth quivered as he spoke once more, "I wanted to... ask you out?" He tilts his head to the side questioning himself.
"Yeah... that." He chuckled whilst covering his mouth with his sleeved-covered hand which made Daeho's face red.
"I-" He got cut off again, this time a purple hair figure appeared peeking outside the door. "Why are you talking at the door for so long?" The long slender but tired figure revealing Thanos, also formally known as Subong, at the door.
Thanos stares at Daeho, and Daeho does the same. Daeho gives a polite nod but Thanos shoots him glares his way. He tenses up and diverts his gaze away.
"Sorry just got caught up talking with Daeho, look at what he got me." He says with a bit of thrill in his voice, holding up the bouquet and flowers. Thanos scoffs and comments, "I could've gotten you that too." He sneers but does nothing much more. "Asshole you don't even know my favourite colour! It's pink, dummy." Namgyu rolls his eyes then turns back to Daeho, pushing Thanos' face away from the two of them.
"Don't mind him, he's a dumbass and nosy." He smiles awkwardly. "But for real man, why did you give these to me?" He asks again, even tho Daeho kind of explained it a minute ago. "Well, I wanted to buy you dinner. Also, it's Valentine's day, so I thought that would make it more-" "AH FUCK, it's Valentine's day?" He yells and looks at Daeho desperately as if he's calling for help. "I can't believe I fucking forgot, uh- um. Wait here." He shuts the door on him, placing his gifts down and scurries to his room. Thanos gives him a what the fuck look before minding his own business and looking at the TV.
Namgyu scrambles back to the door, sliding it open again to reveal and small box in his hands. "Here, this is for you..." He pants and opens it, revealing a ring.
What the fuck, they aren't even dating yet! But the thought of it makes Daeho's heart beat faster than it already is. His face is red, not knowing what to say. Wait did this mean Namgyu liked him back? Isn't this too early?! They haven't even kissed romantically yet.
His eyes dart in confusion, wondering why Daeho looks so overwhelmed and surprised. He takes a peek at the little box realizing that it's a ring and not what he wanted to give him. "Fuck, sorry this isn't- haha..." He awkwardly laughs off before going back inside the house to get a different box. "Fuck... too much running, anyway here you go." Nam-gyu opens the box again. It's a custom made key-chain of himself, with a little heart dangling next to it.
"Think of it as a way to remember me...? I dunno man I'm shit at gifts."
Daeho looks at it with awe, reaching out to hold it within his grasp.
Ah my gift is so stupid compared to his... They both think and stare at each other.
Namgyu breaks the silence. "So... you said you were gonna take me out for dinner?" A cheeky grin appears onto his face. "I'd love to take the offer, Soldier boy."
"And I'd love to take you out!" He says sheepishly, grabbing one of Namgyu's hand and giving a gentle kiss on his skin. "Is 8' good for you?" Daeho asks, still holding Namgyu's hand. Namgyus nods to indicate a yes. "Okay, I'll pick you up at 8' sharp." The taller man smiles.
"Sounds good to me, and also, you don't have to dress like... this." He grabs Daeho's blazer before letting go and releasing him. "It's hot, but not necessary. Bye!" He waves off and slides the door closed.
Daeho and quite literally feel his heart beating in his chest. Did he just get called hot by his dream man? Someone pinch him. His face felt so hot he might actually suffocate. He gave himself a mental thumbs off before smiling like a dork and stepping away from Namgyu's house, looking like he just won the lottery, which it was. It was Namgyu.
"Okay. Date at 8!" He exclaimed to himself before heading home to 'de-formalize' himself and his outfit.