Movie Night
Pairing: Cho Seungyoun x reader
Summary: You thought this was just a friend hangout….but is it? Are you missing something?
Word Count: 1.1k
Tags: fluff, humor, idiots to lovers in a big way, reader is truly head emptiest
Author’s Note: I think fondly of this man every single day (real) and it was about time I wrote something for him
You must be dreaming. You have to be. That’s the only explanation that makes sense.
Granted, seeing a movie with your friend, Seungyoun, feels a little bit like a dream to begin with. Mostly because no one else in your friend group can go, so it’s just the two of you, and you’ve been realizing with mounting horror that you may actually have a massive crush on him. And also a little bit because this is the second movie you’re seeing alone with him this week. He’s painfully behind on new releases, he says.
You don’t mind being the only friend available to go with him, even if for secret, self-indulgent reasons. You don’t even have real interest in the movie, either. The entire allure of it is him. If you fall prey to the daydream that you’re a real couple when he orders popcorn to share, that’s your business alone, not his. And if it’s only made worse when he moves the armrest between your seats out of the way, so you can sit closer, no one has to yearn over it but you.
And boy, do you ever yearn. You’re certain you’re feeling enough wonderful agony to yearn enough for two people combined.
He insists you both finish the popcorn afterwards on a walk along the river. The fading light of sundown and the warm, pleasant breeze make everything feel even more dreamlike. You love watching Seungyoun people-watch, love listening to him chat about various and sundry things that come to mind, love that he laughs at your attempts at humor as though he’s enjoying your company. You just like him. You like him a lot, even if you won’t risk ruining the friendship to let him know it. And knowing he enjoys your company feels like a dream to you, too.
But this. This is what’s convinced you it can’t possibly be real life. This, the fact that Seungyoun just took the empty popcorn container from you, tossed it in a nearby bin, and then casually reached down and took your hand. Like he does this every day, like it doesn’t change a thing. You stare down at your joined hands, blinking, thoughts going a mile a minute. A dream. You must be dreaming.
It will hurt worse to wake up if you don’t put things to rights again. You bite your lip.
“Um…Seungyoun.”
Seungyoun turns his head from the river and looks at you. A little smile is hiding in the corners of his mouth. “Hm?”
How do I even set this right, you wonder. “So….this is probably a stupid question, so just, like, keep that in mind.”
That hidden smile curls properly on his lips, his eyes crinkling playfully. “I’m listening.”
He’s listening, great, now how to ask him. “I’m just wondering, I—are w….”
Rip the bandaid off, pal. “Is this a date?”
Seungyoun freezes in his tracks.
You halt, too, stomach dropping with panic. “Ah. Oh no. Okay. Um, please forget that I, uh, said that, I—”
“Yes?”
You stop talking and stare at him.
He looks absolutely flabbergasted at the question. As though it shouldn’t even be a question. “Yes, I…yes? What do you m—why wouldn’t….yes??”
You blink at him several times. Holy…shit.
“Oh,” you finally say.
A slow, incredulous smile grows over his face. He laughs once, a shocked noise.
“I…I told you that you were cute and then asked you to see a movie with me. Twice. In the same week.”
He says this like it’s rock-solid evidence. You blink in confusion. “I…yes, but you’ve told me the cute thing before and left it at that…? And we’ve seen movies together before, just us two.”
Seungyoun bursts into more laughter. “Yeah…those were dates too.”
You gape at him.
He eventually regains his composure, a few stray giggles escaping here and there. There are dimples in his cheeks from his wide smile. “I thought…I figured you just wanted to take it slow….so this is the first time I’ve tried holding your hand.”
He squeezes your hand for emphasis.
Holy god….maybe this isn’t a dream, after all. Maybe you’re just….dumb.
“I…” Your face is on fire. “I’m…I think I must be an idiot. I’m so sorry…”
His grin turns wry. “Tragically for me, I think I’m kinda into that.”
You’re still blinking in shock. “I…well, you are…in luck, because I am just…hah. Oh, my god…”
It suddenly occurs to you again. “This is a date.”
Seungyoun nods, watching you in amusement. “Yeah.”
“Oh my god, this is a date.”
“It sure is.”
Panic ripples through you. “I’m not dressed for a date, like, at all! Oh my god, I’m not nervous enough for a date!”
“Don’t be nervous, what?” Seungyoun laughs, disbelieving. “We’ve done this, like, four times now, there’s no use…?”
“Holy shit,” you mutter to yourself. You shake your head slowly, smile slowly growing.
It occurs to you again. “Wait. With me?”
Seungyoun snorts. “Yes?”
Your entire face lights up. “You’re on a date with me?”
Seungyoun starts laughing again, but you can’t stop grinning. Holy shit. That must mean….he likes you. Seungyoun likes you. He likes you back.
When he finally regains composure again, he squeezes your hand. “So, uh, this is okay, then, right?”
You blink at him, incredulous. “Holding my hand?”
“Yeah.”
You scoff, grinning like a fool. “Holding my hand? Is holding my hand okay? Seungyoun, you could—”
You lean over on your tiptoes and kiss him full on the mouth.
Seungyoun freezes again.
Ah, fuck. You lean back, looking at him nervously. His eyes are wide.
Fuck. Your stomach drops again. “Ah. Oh no. Okay. Uhm, sorry, I should have asked if—”
Seungyoun leans in and presses his mouth to yours, gentle and warm.
Oh god, he’s kissing you. He’s kissing you. Several of your braincells die a happy death at the feeling of his lips on yours.
When he leans back, you blink your eyes open and look at him in a daze. His eyes look hazy, too, gaze flickering back to your mouth.
You both lean in at the same time and do it again. It’s better this time, so much better, and you think you might end up addicted to his mouth, if that’s even a thing—
Someone whistles nearby, and you lean back and bury your face against his shoulder, ears burning in mortification. Seungyoun laughs once, breathless, and eventually his hand squeezes yours again.
“I’ll…make a note of that.”
Your voice is muffled in his shoulder. “Make a note of what?”
He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “That I’m allowed to do that. Kiss you.”
Ah. You gulp, hiding in his shoulder a moment longer before taking a deep breath and leaning back, continuing to walk with him like nothing happened.
“Good. Um. Good.”
You’re still not fully convinced this isn’t a dream. But god, you hope it isn’t. Or you hope you never wake up.
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