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it’s a match!

title: it’s a match! pairing: johnny seo/reader genre: tinder!au/photographer!au summary: ten has a slight obsession with his newest dating app: tinder. it is only convenient that he gets his single friends into it. johnny, personally, thinks of it as a way to release stress and get a good laugh, but when one of his tinder matches ends up being one of his clients, things suddenly change for the two of them. type: fluff note: thank you to si-chengs here on tumblr (goddamn tumblr and not letting me tag people dAMN) for editing this picture and helping me with my fic’s header. you’re the real mvp, ily<3 all credits for this edit go to her!

It’s when Johnny Seo gets bored that his best friend gets the worst of ideas.

Dongyoung, the third part of their group of friends, is more intelligent and less chill than he is, so he always says no to Ten’s ideas, but Johnny finds that having just that slightest bit of newness in life isn’t so wrong after all. It is a Sunday night and the fan of his apartment is blowing the papers of the notebook he is supposed to be reading for some presentation he has at work, but instead, he is lost in his phone trying to find a new app to download. Sure, social media is fine—a great distraction method to keep him scrolling and scrolling, watching videos of food he wants to eat, writing direct messages to the friends he can’t see personally anymore and of course, going into the deepest parts of the web that shows things that he would like to un-see. Maybe, in a good day, he gets a good cat video. But it is a Sunday, a boring one at that, and as he keeps scrolling through Instagram all he sees are the same set of pictures. Food. Pictures of his cousins. Old funny pictures.

A whiff of a cologne that is too sweet for anyone’s liking, but extremely expensive, indicates the entrance of Ten. Johnny does not know what his roommate was doing previously, he feels like Ten told him, but his mind can’t quite wrap around it. With an elongated groan as he throws his head back on the sofa’s headrest, he sees that Ten is drying his hair with a towel, shirt disregarded somewhere, new pants highlighting his waist and he, altogether, looks put together and…better than he does when at home.

Not only that, but Ten is smiling at his phone. He does smile often, of course, a machine of jokes and a lot of teasing, but Ten very rarely has that cheesy smile. The type of smile he gives to the people he wants to sleep with, or go out on a date with in a special occasion. His lips quirk up a little bit less, his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink and he quirks one of his eyebrows, almost as if in awe, the excitement and thrill of flirting getting the best of him. “What are you doing?” Johnny asks, looking down at his basketball shorts to see a mustard stain at the very edge. Fuck, he had eaten a burger earlier and somehow, he has a stain now.

“Talking to my Tinder match.”

Tinder, Johnny recognizes the name of the app, and he would have smiled if only he wasn’t so bored. He remembers the night when Ten first mentioned it, saying that he had the hook-up of his life thanks to a Tinder match, and he did not even have to talk all that much. Soon after, Dongyoung had visited them and Ten had somehow convinced Dongyoung to create an account. It didn’t last long, considering Ten had tried to explain the ‘art of being a seductive man without sending dick-pics’ and Dongyoung immediately took his phone away from the man and deleted the app.

Dating apps are not his thing. Dongyoung and dating sounds impossible, too, he is just…Kim Dongyoung. In Johnny’s eyes, he is a single mother that loves watching reality shows and listening to pop songs.

Johnny doesn’t care. Yet, here he is—bored and curious, entertained by the sight of Ten being happy, ready for his night out. “Oh,” He says first before sighing. “Is Tinder fun?”

His black haired roommate looks up from his phone, locks it and puts it inside his pants before rummaging through the small pile of clothes he has in the living room from the laundry he just did that morning. He is just too tired to put it in his closet, or rather, too busy. “Yeah, I guess, for lazy people who are just too tired to look for someone or…people who don’t know how to look for someone.” Ten clicks his tongue when he finds just the shirt he wants, pulling the fabric of the sweater over his body, speaking through the action. “Not for someone like you. You actually look like you can get dates.”

Johnny tilts his head to one side, then the other. “I can…and I do…” His confidence doesn’t falter, and Ten shrugs his shoulders, but before his roommate could get too far away, he stretches his hand to grip Ten’s wrist. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t create an ironic Tinder account. Just for the laughs, you know.”

Whether Ten thinks about it for a second or two, or not, is not noticeable. The motion he does to get beside Johnny on the couch is quick, taking Johnny’s phone from his hands and immediately downloading the app. It is as if he only wanted to have more of his friends getting into the world of online dating, and maybe it is a really good choice, just like how it can be a bad one. “Yeah, that’s what I said and now I can’t get out of it.”

“That’s because you don’t like putting a lot of effort into relationships.”

His friend huffs at that. “That’s right…” He confesses, moving his fingers across the screen as he searches for a set of pictures. “I don’t want to hit it up with a selfie first, it’d look like you don’t have any friends—oh, maybe not one of the professional pictures you have either, you’d look like a catfish.” Johnny’s cheek is pressed against the sofa, looking at Ten’s doings with little to no interest. All he wants to do is annoy some people, not particularly get some classes from a self-proclaimed love master. The warmth of the room is more palpable by the closeness of her friend and the scent of his cologne is giving him a headache. “I think this picture of you is perfect.”

Johnny looks at that one picture he had taken driving a fake car in some arcade and he smiles. It shows his personality, taking himself seriously when he is funny, but also living his life like he doesn’t care. The picture would give the thought of someone who doesn’t care about what people around him think. “Oh, oh, can we add one of those descriptions people have on Tinder?”

“You kind of have to.” Ten mumbles and then he picks a few other pictures randomly before clearing his throat. “What do you want in your bio?” Before Johnny could respond, Ten speaks over him. It is a habit of his, to always think he knows everything, and to add a little bit of mischief to everything he does. “I think something like ‘Johnny, knows two languages and can speak the language of love’ would be pretty ironic.”

Johnny pushes his plump lips up, rosy like buds and a little bit chapped. Instead of working on his Tinder profile, he should be hydrating himself and probably preparing dinner. “Too lame for me,” He says. “I am thinking more of ‘this is a picture of me driving, and I can drive you crazy.’”

“And you call my idea lame?” Ten questions, squinting his eyes with the action before shrugging his shoulders. It is not like he cares all that much about Johnny’s active dating lifestyle. “Okay, so…this is a picture of me driving. I know how to drive a car and…” The shorter man starts typing on the screen before that part is completed. “Anything else?” Johnny shakes his head, a lazy smile plastered on his face when Ten adds a few other bits of information before delivering his phone back.

“Is that all?” The taller asks and Ten licks his lips before nodding his head. He doesn’t say much, simply asks if he looks alright, something that Johnny confirms just before diving in the complexities of Tinder.

If the story is ever told from someone’s point of view other than his, it might sound extremely biased, but Johnny did exactly what would be considered wrong in Tinder: swiping right for everyone just to play around. Not in the sense of hook-ups, or maybe yes, but after he actually has some fun with it. All he wants to do is confuse people, and that is what he does. Whenever someone sends him a message, he responds with the most obnoxious and teasing of texts, pretending to be different types of stupid people with every person.

Really, he came up with a variety of characters. The conceited rich kid that thinks he’s better than everyone else. The guy who is into questionable shit. That one guy that can’t spell things correctly and probably ends up in some Instagram page, or YouTube video. Johnny has the time of his life, barely realizing that Ten goes out with a wave of his hand and a smile that speaks cheekiness. Everything that rolls through Johnny’s mind is making the dull night into something better.

Then, his eyes settle on a person that had matched him, realizing that that one brain-cell that keeps him making fun of people in the Tinder app suddenly becomes aware of what it is. A dating app, perhaps not the best of creations to some, but he could use it for what it really is. He sees the woman in the picture, dark lipstick coating her lips, eyelashes thick with mascara and a pouty look in her picture that she took of herself that had Johnny looking at the rest of the pictures she had displayed. Gorgeous body, deserving of all the praise in the world with how she makes his heart race in the matter of seconds, biting his bottom lip as he ponders, wonders, questions what to say because he doesn’t really want to ruin this opportunity.

The good thing about Johnny is that he knows he is funny, and he uses that to his advantage, so with an opening joke he starts the conversation. Only a few seconds pass by and he receives a thoughtful emotion before a small: “Sorry, didn’t understand the joke, hah.” shows up on his phone. Johnny hisses to himself, trying not to cringe at his own stupidity before typing once again.

“Bad joke, my bad.” He continues. “What’s up, gorgeous?” Apparently, he wants to be as direct as he can be and that has always served him in real life. Dating apps might be a little bit different, but he can always turn things to go his way.

It takes a few minutes for her to respond, and Johnny takes that time to make himself a sandwich, swiping mayonnaise on the bread as he looks at his phone and luckily for him, she answers as quick as possible. “Doing homework. You?”

Johnny smiles to himself. A difficult one, but there is not much of a dare that can go over who Johnny Seo is, so he tries again. “Eating a sandwich. Mine are the best, I wish you could try them.” Not that she would realize it is a lie, because the bland sandwich with some chicken leftovers from earlier and mayonnaise is not really what he calls a good sandwich, but one, she did not need to know that, and two, it’s just a bad day for his will to make something good.

“Some guys would invite me out to dinner…and you invite me to have a sandwich.” A bunch of laughing emoticons follow soon after and Johnny takes a bite of his sandwich before licking his lips clean.

“Glad to stand out thanks to something, then.” Johnny replies and then, he types her name in the form of a question. “Sounds like the name of a woman who wouldn’t mind a sandwich for dinner, with some candles to make it all romantic.”

The response has him laughing as he leans back on the counter, his back a little hunched in the small space that Ten dares to call a kitchen. The apartment is nicely decorated, thanks to Ten’s money and touch when picking furniture, but the size of the apartment is made for people around Ten’s height, not exactly Johnny’s. Although, he does not consider himself all that tall. His apartment is made for tiny people, is what he likes to say. “Johnny sounds like the name of a guy who could do better. Try again.”

“I’m joking.” He says.

“I knew so.” Her response has a small laugh at the end that makes it flirty, and he can imagine her, probably trying to find something to distract her from the meticulous task. “That’s what caught my attention from your profile: your sense of humor.”

“Not my dashing good looks?”

“Yeah, those work, too.”

“So, what are we doing for our date?”

The texts come quickly, as if she has completely forgotten about the fact that she has homework to do. Perhaps an essay that is halfway done, or some project that needs too much glue and colors. All he knows is that he doesn’t really mind, but he should. “You’re already asking me out on a date?” Before Johnny can reply, she continues her text. “I like the sun and fresh juice, so that’s for you to pick.”

Luckily for Johnny, he knows a good place by the beach and it sells the best food he has tried in a while, so he sends her the name of said restaurant and much to his surprise, she recognizes it. Johnny thinks that the moon has always orbited to get to where he wants it to be, never too high, never too low, always perfect to downcast over him. Perhaps, he did it for fun—to create a Tinder account, but Johnny always gets blessed by an opportunity that he knows how to take. In this case, he has a day, an hour and a person to take care of.

All he knows is that Ten is right. No strings attached and also a place to joke around with people? Tinder might have gotten a good place in his heart, by now.

That can be shown through the midnight talk he has with her, getting to know this stranger that has a smirk on his face. Johnny is assured he will have a nice time.

Movies do tend to exaggerate things, quite obviously. Put a scriptwriter, creative but in the cliché sense that leaves people with a handful of movies that are clearly similar, with a director that has a set image on how to show things and a cameraperson, along with a producer and many other staff members that set up a good film. Most are not good, quite clearly, but it all depends on tastes. There are tropes that are overused, like how in rom-coms the meeting of two people tends to be in slow motion, with shared stares that hold interest, palms that join in a calloused touch before going into the full hug. Some kisses are lame, others are more passionate, some don’t even include kisses just to leave people hanging.

Or even worse, some thrillers paint situations like the ones he is in as the start of a never-ending set of events that leave people twisted like a pastry of sorts, but that is not the case. He is in the very public, slightly crowded restaurant, watching his phone as he sits at one of the woodened tables, the open space and the sound of the sea leaving a smile to his face, though it is not visible, but not all happiness needs to be shown like a Las Vegas sign in the middle of the night. She is not there, of course, but he remembers all the things—or most of them—she had told him in the week they had been talking for. He knows what her major is, what she works as, some of her music tastes, her favorite movie and a handful of her flirty remarks. The attraction in there, though not palpable, vivid, trembling, asking to be touched, to be marked, to be an existing occurrence of popular behalf. All they need to do is act up on it, on the promises in between cheeky sentences, and the kisses that they have yet to share.

Or not, that is the good thing about a date—you finally confirm just how real the things people said are. Johnny is good at reading people, so he thinks, not good enough to judge, but just the perfect amount of right to know what he needs to get involved in. He looks at his phone once again, reading a text that says she is on his way, but that was already fifteen minutes ago.

Not to say that Johnny is impatient, but he might be.

Awkwardly, he taps his foot against the flooring, his white t-shirt and shorts seeming good for a day at the beach, but not quite for a date. Does he care? Maybe at the depth of his thoughts, but he knows he looks good. Black hair parted in the middle, sunglasses covering his eyes in style, lips rosy thanks to chap-stick. All he needs is the title of the hot bodyguard in a movie, not that he is a good actor to start with, in his own opinion.

When he meets her, it’s not one of those slow motion moments. She doesn’t walk to him in counted steps, quite the contrary, she rushes and pushes her hair away from her face, the summery dress she is wearing leaving a little bit to the imagination, flowy and floral-y in the most perfect of ways. Johnny is awestruck, seeing her dark lipstick changed to a sweet coat of pink, eyes sparkly instead of filled with passion. Although, she is visually a goddess in disguise, Johnny can say that there is absolutely cuteness to her, one that he would have never thought she had. A messy smile when she sits down, apologizes before she can even say her greetings, and she flinches a bit when she accidentally touches his naked calves under the table with the tip of her foot. She says a lot, rushes through the words, loses that title of an Incubus as he had thought of her, and suddenly becomes the sweet, old, romantic Cupid.

She looks up from the menu splayed on the woodened table, blinks softly before releasing a smile that has Johnny returning it. There is not enough beauty he can hold, so he wants to give her back what she does to his fluttering feelings, the emotions that come with a first date. “I don’t mind. I know traffic was heavy today.” The nervousness dissipates from her face and for a moment, he realizes the flustered expression she holds is adorable enough to remember. One leg crossed over the other, she responds.

“I am sorry. I tend to ramble and…either way,” She cuts herself off before interlocking her fingers together. He knows she is studying him, from the way her eyes rake up and down his features. For a moment, she looks at his biceps, swallows hard and smiles softly. “I’m glad you’re real, Johnny, I thought you were going to be an old man that wants to have a sugar baby.”

He doesn’t know much about the terms, or he didn’t, until Ten decided to teach him the wicked ways of Tinder. Johnny is surprised, to say the least, present because he continues to be and he chuckles at the thought of a fidgety woman that stands by the restaurant looking for the man in the pictures she saw. “You’re pleased with what you see, then?”

When he thinks of it, it is a flirty comment to start the date right, to give her a big green flag that indicates he is up for a few kisses, some caresses, and whatever that leads to, but she seems flustered. Biting down on her bottom lip, she looks at the menu and trails her nail over it before pressing her palm to her face. “I, uh…you’re starting off strong, aren’t you?”

“Go hard, or go home.”

“That’s so frat boy of you.”

“You know I’m not a frat boy.”

She flutters her eyelashes, leaning her head on her palm and sighing. “Talk to me about photography and I’ll trust you on that.”

Johnny quirks an eyebrow, interested, leaning forward on his elbows and soon after, he speaks. “Alright, alright…” He repeats, trails his voice in a way that has her looking down at his lips. “But invite me to a drink first.” He feigns innocence, pressing one hand to his chest and making her chuckle.

“Passion fruit juice sounds great to you?”

Johnny widens his eyes comically. “Passion fruit?” He asks, highlighting the word in a way that has her throwing her head back in laughter. “We’re going for passion here. Whew, what a wild card we have right over here—”

She tilts her head to the side, shaking her head before licking her lips. “I’m hungry. Stop trying to make me flustered.”

Johnny says something before calling the waiter over. “I don’t think I’m trying. I know I am trying and succeeding, let me tell you.”

“Oh my God, stop!”

The perfect time comes from spending it with someone so human, the title becomes a compliment. He loves the way her eyes twinkle when she smiles, or how she likes to control her laughter at the beginning of the date until she is comfortable. All he wants to do is make her feel as gorgeous as he thinks she is, he wants to be able to sugarcoat her, show her just how interested he is, and see where that leads to.

He is absentmindedly hinting at something called a one-night stand, term widely known because of its unromantic use of something called intimate by some people. No strings attached, rules set in a game that a lot of people take part of nowadays. There is this one friend, a photographer as well but a much more well-known one, that had given him a better explanation of what he thought was a one-night stand. A night to stand someone, to be and not to be at the same time, to become what has no name and understand it. Johnny knows it might be too fast, and if it doesn’t happen, he won’t be mad—he had a good date, a nice talk and a lot of laughter in only one afternoon, but he wouldn’t be angry if she told him she was interested in such thing.

Pink and orange, orange and pink, made for one another when put together in a sunset. The breeze is soft against their skins, her hands fidgety in front of her body, his eyes constantly looking at her—staring, even, because he doesn’t want to forget just how beautiful she is. Or maybe, he knows just how flustered he is making her. Johnny pushes some hair away from his face as he speaks. “…And yeah, my friend Ten owns this beach house, which is insane.”

“And you’re taking me there?”

“Let’s just pretend for a few hours that I am this rich, magnate guy that promises you all the diamond rings in the world.” Johnny comments, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and leading her to the entrance of Ten’s getaway place. Just like everything he owns, it is nicely decorated but this beach house is a lot less used. Johnny just had to give him some pictures for an advertisement he was making on his Instagram account and he got the keys to the house once a year. “I had to take pictures of him for some clothing line that wanted to sponsor him just to get the keys.”

She smiles at that, watching as he opens the door with neat movements. “Should I feel honored that you brought me here, then?”

“You should. I always say no to Ten because he is very picky with his pictures, but I did it because I wanted you to look at this.” Just by that moment, he opens the door to the beach house and a gasp leaves her lips, only to cover them soon after. Indeed, Ten’s house is minimalistic but perfectly put in place with shades of gray and charcoal black, with a few doors and a few dots of white in decorations here and there to give some contrast. It is clean enough to look like a dollhouse. “Someone comes here to clean it every three days. I don’t know why he doesn’t live here. It would be the dream, but he’s too much of a city guy.”

“I have always loved the beach.” She says. “This is…wow, you actually took some pictures just to take me here?”

“Yep.” Johnny closes the door before tossing the keys on the coffee table. She spends her time looking around the place, bringing a smile to his face with how precious she looks when seeing things for the first time. Her expressions are, indeed, one of the best he has ever seen. “I bought some movies and snacks,” He starts as he opens a drawer on the table that holds the TV before shaking the bag of chips on one of his hands, holding the movie with the other. “You don’t have anything else to do after this, right?”

“Don’t think so.” She replies, watching as Johnny starts putting up the movie for them to watch. It is probably a comedy movie, only to bring some joy to their date—more than how amazing it had been—and with a soft gush of a breath, she plops down on the couch. He feels her staring, her eyes raking up and down his back, one good look at his bottom and then, back again at the back of his head. “Uh…I know this is not the time to say this, but…I kind of, I mean—I had never gone out on a Tinder date, and I know I sounded way flirtier than I am, so…I hope I didn’t make things awkward?”

Johnny chuckles from his spot, picking up the remote and turning on the TV before rushing to her side. One arm splayed around her shoulders and his eyes looking into hers are the response she gets before she speaks. Genuine, kind, flirty. “You’re doing great, sweetie.”

“…I have never had a date of mine quoting Kris Jenner.” Though a chuckle gives away just how funny she finds him and Johnny grins back.

“I’m feeling very special.”

He would not necessarily say that he likes to corrupt people, because he is a nice guy—and pretty much the best friend a person he could find, but there is something that makes him feel excited of seeing a side of her that no one else expects to see. She is a goddess from the moment someone sees her, but she doesn’t control thunder or the sea, her weapon is as strong as a giggle, the gleam behind her eyes, something that shows just how she views life, and Johnny finds himself thinking about those things throughout the movie.

One moment is all it takes to share a kiss, just like how one second is enough to break the doings of an entire date, but Johnny has always known how to take his chances and only thirty minutes later, he does what he had been planning all night. His lips press to her, tasting a bit like the salty chips they just had, swollen from the spiciness and making her sigh against them when she rests her hands over his chest. Suddenly, it makes sense, it feels right, everything seems like that one book with five-hundred pages that ends in the most fulfilling way.

His hands are at her waist, the ring he decided to wear seeping its coldness through the fabric of her dress. He wants to tease, needs to smile when pulling away briefly before diving in once again. He is aware of what he is doing, how she pushes her body forward to be met by his chest, the way her hands cup his jaw to bring him to one side just to deepen the kiss. It tastes like the strings that are not tied, like the sun and the moon meeting at the hour of the sunset, but only for a brief moment before they have to let go.

It is not a surprise that she runs his fingers through his hair and he begins to lay her down slowly on the couch, placing his hands on the back of her thighs before speaking against her lips. His eyes are half closed, his black hair made a mess and the gloss she had reapplied is smeared across his lips. “Are you alright with this?”

She looks over to the side, biting her bottom lip and trailing her hands underneath his shirt to touch his skin. “I want you.”

Johnny smirks at that, leaning forward to kiss her lips and bite down on her bottom one to receive a soft breath. “I like how that sounds.” He stands up with his hands on the back of her thighs, bringing her up with him and she squeals at the action, making him smile when she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his slender waist. “W-What?” He asks in between chuckles and she joins in the laughter.

“Are you sure you can hold me up?” She questions and Johnny nods his head, feeling as she rests her head on his shoulder.

“Let me be romantic, all romance movies have this moment.” The sentence makes her laugh as he lays down on the bed quickly, his elbow and forearm resting on one side of her head and the other reaching for her waist as he kisses her once again, dreamy but not quite, passionate but with enough amount of comfort. Johnny is one hell of a man, she discovers that night, eager to make her feel like the protagonist of a romance movie.

Only, that movies don’t last more than three hours and after a while, she has to go back with the silent promise of never seeing each other again.

“You slept with someone you met on Tinder?!”

Groups of friends should be able to confide in one another, but she doesn’t trust most of her friends. The shrilling scream that leaves her friend’s lips make her cling to the edge of the table from the restaurant she is having dinner at, and she looks up with the most blank expression she can muster. She has not told anyone, not even her closest friend that is at the table, it is a secret—or was, naturally—kept to herself. In retrospect, she thinks her sex life should never be put out there, much less does she have to talk about which apps she uses to get dates, or how far those dates go. Then again, the surprise in her friend’s tone is to be expected, because she had never slept with someone so quickly before.

But then Johnny came along, and he wasn’t the typical flirty boy that covered everything in a coat of pretty pale shades to indicate more than it really was. Johnny was transparent, enough to let her know from the beginning that he obviously wanted something to do with her, and not only that, but he also lived up to the expectations she had for him. It is not something that she would say out loud, but his presence and sense of humor, along with his overall nice personality, was what had given her the push to sleep with him. Be damned social concepts of purity and respect, if she wanted him and he wanted her, there was nothing wrong with that.

The problem is that her friends do not need to know, and her Tinder account is long forgotten after that encounter. The least she wants is to have her friends knowing that she had gotten bored and created a Tinder account, and actually put it to use to get ‘dicked down’, as some would say. She takes a sip of her water, presses her lips together to swallow before sighing. “That’s nonsense. You know I would never create a Tinder account. I’m not like that.”

Not that there is anything wrong with it, but she can’t seem to accept it. It brings her some kind of embarrassment, perhaps because she has a conception of how her friends react to deals like the ones she is in right now. Hyori, the friend that had spoken on the first place, pouts as she sits back down to take a long sip of her Soju. “B-But…Daniel told us that you had a Tinder profile.”

Daniel is not there, so she might as well lie. Or not. “…I said I’m not the type to do it, not that I didn’t do it.”

Caught in her own lie, thanks to Hyori and Daniel, she tries to hide her own lies behind a spoonful of food. “So you had sex with someone you barely even knew?!”

The other eyes in the room settle upon her and all that she can seem to think about is hide the embarrassment that she knows shows through her face and mainly, come up with any excuse at that given time. “Uh…no…that’s—that’s none of your business, Hyori.”

But her friend persists. “Ooh, someone did the Devil’s Old Tango.”

She cringes at the sound of Hyori’s tone, lowering herself on her seat and eating more. Throughout her life, she thinks she has been a little bit selective with the people she ends up dating, or going out on dates with. It is not exactly that she has not dated enough, because she has, but she thinks only a few people are worth her time. Is it stupid that most people have lowered their standards because someone is not willing to try anymore? It is. She thinks she is worthy of some trying, of someone who is able to dive in completely, not keep one foot out of the water just in case. And Johnny was that to her, he put the cards on the table and showed which game he wanted to play. It only so happened that her mind had the option to decide between two things: sleeping with Johnny and taking her chance, or simply forgetting about it. She insisted on the first one, and she was pleasantly surprised. “Stop.”

One of her friends also asks Hyori to stop, but the woman sighs with a happy smile on her face. “How was he?”

“Hyori, I won’t talk about it—”

“Show me a picture of him.”

The second most serious person at the table, Choonhe, takes Hyori by the arm and pulls her to the side. “Hey, leave her alone.” With one touch to her cheeks with the back of her hand, she feels how hot her skin is. A part of her thinks that her main problem with talking about Johnny Seo is that she doesn’t really want to make anything public. Johnny is that one secret she likes to keep to herself, because it is hers in a way—like that one song she likes enough to only listen to it from time to time. It is a nice memory, a flutter of a flower she doesn’t get to see often, and it is her will to keep it a secret. “By the way, does anyone want to order more hot wings? I’m still hungry.”

Now that the attention is off her, she can start losing herself in her thoughts. It is stupid, how she simply kept Johnny’s number in her phone but she decided to delete the app. Tinder was a way of spending her time at first, but Johnny caught her attention—for once, he was not creepy, and he was a little bit more like her type. It would be stupid of her to try with someone else, knowing that Johnny had already put her expectations too high…and she doesn’t think she is ready for another one-night stand.

Sometimes, she ponders if he thinks about her, too.

But it is unlikely, people like him, who think of hook ups as a better way of loving normally don’t miss people, much less do they think about them twice. Although, the world is a tiny place and maybe, just less likely than other chances, she will get to meet up with Johnny once again.

Him, made to make her blush, to enchant her, to be the only one living in her brain for the time being.

Her, surprised by the fact that Johnny Seo is incomparable in some way. Even better than some of her past relationships, who tried a little too hard, but Johnny got her wrapped around his little finger with just one date. A few texts. Of course, a million smiles thrown her way.

“Hey, hey!” Hyori calls out from her spot, patting her friend on the arm various times. “You’re blushing, sis. Tell me all about it!”

That’s when she knows Johnny is someone she can’t take out of her brain so easily.

“Jaeho! Look up here!”

Dongyoung has a type of patience that Johnny wishes to have. It shows in Johnny’s work; a photographer whom had once dreamed of taking pictures for magazines like Vogue, or even going as far of being a concert photographer, but he ended up taking pictures of whoever goes to the store he works at. Dongyoung is not particularly a photographer, per say, but Johnny needed someone that helped him with people when he was trying to come up with the perfect picture, and while adults did not need that much attention, kids did. At this point, Johnny knows that Dongyoung is excellent at making babies look into the camera and smile.

Maybe, it is because Dongyoung is holding a teddy bear on top of Johnny’s head and he calls Jaeho’s name cutely, voice a little bit higher, a wide smile on his face, looking a lot less intimidating than Johnny, a person who gets overly frustrated when he can’t take the perfect picture. He does not say it often, but he is thankful of Dongyoung’s doings and how excellent he is with clients.

Jaeho looks up and smiles at the camera, making grabby hands at the teddy bear and Johnny can take the picture with the perfect layout that makes it look professional. That is the best part of his job, turning the store into something incredibly creative, not even leaving to do so. However, as the shutter goes off and he continues to take pictures of the baby, the sound of the front door opening catches his attention but he is too busy to take his gaze away from his camera. “Dongyoung, could you go see who’s out there?”

With a grumble, Dongyoung puts the teddy bear down, saying a small: “On my way.”

Jaeho starts crying immediately, and his parents—two young yet tired looking ones—don’t seem to do anything more than shush him. Johnny puts his camera down, biting on his bottom lip before picking up the teddy bear once again. “Look, look!” He says, waving the teddy bear on one hand and making Jaeho shut his mouth immediately, staring at Johnny with glossy eyes and puffy cheeks. The tall man balances the teddy bear on his shoulder, pressing his cheek against it before holding his camera. “Gimme a smile, come on Jae!”

Dongyoung comes waltzing inside the room once again, smiling widely and taking the toy from Johnny’s shoulder before wiggling it in the air. “You’ll be so happy.”

Johnny grumbles. “Why?”

“Because there’s another baby coming for a photoshoot.”

Not that Johnny hates kids or babies altogether, but there is something that makes him feel fidgety when he takes longer than he should in just one part of his work. With a curt nod, he continues taking pictures, finishing his job with a set of squads to get the perfect angle. Once the couple are gone, Johnny waves happily and then lets out a sigh. He can only pray that the next kid is not this annoying. “Ask for the payment first and then, let them in.”

“Gee, say please at least.”

“Dude, please.”

“That’s better.”

The fact that Johnny has a funny life would, could and will always be a statement. In this case, the moment he fixes his camera, prepares another layout and cracks his knuckles to start working at the entrance of Dongyoung. However, the clients are following soon after him, a set of three women—two adults, and the baby, approximately a one-year-old. Johnny does not think much of the first woman, but the second one has him widening his eyes for a second before a smile appears across his face.

Navy blue is the sweater that covers her frame, cropped, enough to show the waist he got tired of holding during their night together—or not, it’s an exaggeration—. Her legs do look amazing, but what is more interesting is her smile. If smiles could heal the world, hers would be enough to make a book out of the universe. He doesn’t say much, holds his camera and waits until she realizes, but she is too busy holding what he thinks is not her daughter…

A daughter never came into the conversation.

Is that her daughter?

“Good morning. I am here to take some pictures of my nie—” Almost as in cue, she stops talking when she looks at Johnny. The Johnny Seo, that one guy she slept with only three months prior to that moment and that she never talked to ever again. She wishes it would have happened, but conversations always fell short. He was busy, so was she and then, they never really tried. Her sister looks at her, squinting her eyes before clearing her throat.

“That’s my daughter. I want some pink background…since it matches her white dress, and just anything cute and bubbly!” Overly excited she is, and a little bit put off by the way her sister is ogling the photographer, but not that she knows anything about that. Johnny licks his lips, tries to push back his smile before nodding his head.

“Yeah, sure,” Johnny kneels down to prepare the layout and from far away, he swears he hears his one-night stand mumbling something to her sister. He doesn’t say much, just watches from the corner of his eyes as she suddenly gives her niece to her sister and crosses her arms over her chest. Flustered, much more when he catches her staring at the curve of his ass.

Caught on the act. And Johnny is proud of it.

“I, uh, I think I’m going to wait in the car.” She starts but her sister cuts her off.

“No, stay with me.” Whiny she is and that makes her shut her mouth for a second, watching Johnny, catching a glance of Dongyoung that is aware of the tension in the room for some unknown reason and she really wants to get out of there, the photographer can already sense it, but there is some happiness within him just to get to see her again. He fixes his camera, raises his eyebrows and soon after, he’s speaking again.

“Put your daughter down on that little arrangement, on the chair if you want…” He trails his voice, watching as the little baby looks at him out of interest. She’s curious, although a smile does not creep up her face yet.

Dongyoung immediately gets to work, moving his arms around and earning a big toothy grin from the child in front of him. “That’s it, a big smile! She seems sweet.”

The mother, with her arms crossed and a smile on her face, responds: “She is a ray of sunshine, to say the least.”

Johnny bites back the idea of responding ‘maybe, it is in the family’, because the least he wants to sound like at that very moment is like a flirt. He takes a few pictures, investing himself in his work until he feels someone getting closer to him, short steps welcoming the warmth of someone that stands by his side as he does his work. “H-Hi.” is all she can manage to say, or all she thinks about, really. Johnny doesn’t have to look to imagine her flustered expression, the way her lips let out the tiniest of mumbles to talk to him. Dongyoung is invested in a conversation with her sister and he has time to talk to her. “Huh…I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I’m a photographer.”

“I thought there were plenty in the city.”

Johnny smiles, biting his bottom lip and snapping his fingers to get the baby to look at him, holding a toy in the shades of beige and pink that could bring some depth to the picture. “Hug the plushie. Yes, that’s it!” He encourages the one-year-old and with one hand, he gives her a thumbs up before taking a picture. “None like me, I can assure you that.” He promises with a grin that has her smiling shyly at him. “How has it been for you these past three…months? Has it been three months since…you know?”

“It has.” She confirms. “I am on break currently, just…enjoying it.” Johnny nods his head, whispering the word ‘nice’ as he concentrates on his work. “What about you?”

“Taking pictures.” Johnny says the most obvious of answers and then, he looks at her from the corner of his eye. “Would you like some?”

“Take a mental picture first.” She replies cheekily and Johnny puts his camera down after taking the amount of pictures he was hired for.

“Oh, I have plenty.” Those words have her smile faltering slightly before growing in size, cheeks growing fuller with the way her eyes creak at the sound of his voice. His eyes rake up and down her body for a second, barely perceivable and soon after, he calls Dongyoung’s name. “Hey, we’re done here.”

“Joh—Johnny, we’re cool, right?” She asks, making the man in question look over his shoulder to finally stand face to face with the woman he grew fond of in one night, then kind of forgot about it, and one glance at her three months after brought back all those memories. The way they said their names to one another, the fondness, the kisses…no one would even dare to believe they had been lovers, but they had. Different in so many ways, yet fitting.

He shrugs his shoulders. “We are. Very much cool with one another.”

She nods. “Right.”

“Why?” He asks, voice low as he traces the outline of his big camera. “Do I still make you…nervous?”

Her eyes widen, she tries to hide her hands in the pockets of her jeans as a way of shielding herself. “Uh, ah…no.”

Johnny smirks, memories of the night they spent together filling his mind when he crosses his arms over his chest. “You sure?”

“Shut up.” She mumbles before looking over to where her sister is standing, holding her daughter in her arms. “Uh…I think I have to leave.”

“You’re always the one to leave.” Johnny is reminiscent of the night she had to leave, saying that she could not stay any longer because she had to drive back to the city to get ready for the class she had the next day. College is difficult, much more if you have to weight a job on top of that. “But I’ll take it—I’ll be abandoned again.”

She hisses. “Sorry.” It’s a whispered apology with one hand that touches his bicep, trotting over to where her sister is before waving at Johnny over her shoulder, leaving the store with a giggling little girl by her side.

Johnny smiles, because one glance at her is enough to revive the fire that was once there. Dongyoung, on the other hand, sees the glistening brown eyes of the man before raising an eyebrow. “Oh no,” He whines. “Don’t tell you had something with that one.”

With two fingers sliding across his lips as a way of showing that they are sealed before tossing the imaginary key to the side, he gives a response. “My lips are sealed.”

“…Oh my God, Johnny!”

And he wishes he can see her again, but for now, they are a little secret kept from reality.

Texting someone after a long time of not being in touch is the most difficult, if not headache-inducing, action someone could ever make. Nice, but wrong at the same time. Johnny thinks that triple texting is okay, but he finds himself out of words when he texts the woman he had met in his workplace only a month prior to that day. He had slept with her, sure, there was some kind of connection in between the two, or just some distance he needs to cut, trace and keep at that. Whether they are so close it is scary or so far away that they are basically strangers, he doesn’t know, but Johnny finally has a free Saturday and a new restaurant to try out, thanks to Ten’s advice and now, he needs someone to go with.

It is impressive, how she replies almost a few minutes later and he has a confirmation. It is as if the idea of a one-night stand doesn’t imprint in his brain. Johnny thinks one-night stands can last two nights, they can have a continuation, a sequel, some sequels are really good too—but at the same time, he knows that he is wrong. The title of a single man (ready to mingle or not) does not tie down to him, and he would like to be proud of that title if only he was not so…thrilled to go out on this date.

But Thai food is better with someone he actually enjoys talking to, and while the sex was incredible, her voice and her train of thought is what brings him back to a second date.

Is he fidgety? Not really, but he does try to look a bit less beach-y than he did on their last date. He may have her on a pedestal, for he is waiting outside of the restaurant only for her, ignoring the glances of people who cared about other’s lives more than theirs. Dressed to his own image of fashionable, with a denim jacket big enough to fit someone else inside and a rosiness to his lips thanks to the cold. White, denim and black, the fabrics and colors that match him that night and a smile that has yet to appear, but it will come with the woman he is waiting for.

The night is not painted in color rings, expensive dresses or even faux smiles. It feels genuine when she gets over to where he is, in a rush, like always, and wearing a shade of lip-gloss that makes him want to kiss her just at that moment. “Sorry I’m late. I am so stupid, my boss kept me back for some finishing touches and you know how he gets—” When she looks at him, she realizes that Johnny doesn’t mind, because fifteen minutes can’t hurt anyone.

Yet, Johnny is good with a pout, much more when it’s thrown her way. “Don’t know. I feel like that apology is half-assed.”

“Uh…it’s not.” She adds, bottom lip stuck in between her teeth and Johnny opens his arms slightly.

“Come here and show me just how sorry you are.”

She looks to the sides, widening her eyes and bringing her hands to rest on top of his chest as he brings her closer by the waist. “Joh—Oh my God, Johnny, don’t be so…shit.” She cusses, not knowing exactly how to describe him or what he makes her feel, but the man only gives her a smile and an eyebrow raise, one that she takes as a sign to finally give in. “Fine. A little peck is good for you?”

He doesn’t answer verbally, but the scent of his cologne surrounds her and his lips are pressing down to hers in the matter of seconds. Enough of a response to take her breath away. Anyone watching would believe that they are a couple, two birds starting to meet one another, creating peace at the sky, not minding the wind or the sun that will once be the rotten ending. When he pulls away, his hand is holding the back of her neck and his smile is enough to light up the world on fire. “Give me a hundred more pecks and we’ll be even.”

“Ah, shut up.” She pushes at his chest before grabbing his hand on hers, a wild card for what he expected from her, and with a little smile thrown over her shoulder, they enter the Thai restaurant. “You’re one for bringing me to good restaurants. What’s so good about this one?”

Johnny looks at her, lost in his thoughts, pondering if the only thing he wants to do is her, or spend his time with the woman that had captured his attention. There’s a thick line between sex and a crush—heck, they might mix but they should not, at least in the concept of flings. “My friend, Ten, told me it was good.”

“I’m starting to think this friend Ten is the mastermind behind our dates.”

“It’s all me, baby. I’m just stealing the rich boy lifestyle.” Johnny jokes and she lets out a chuckle, taking a seat by one of the tables. The decorations are not what he is interested in, although he takes in a lot of wood and rustic decorations, but his eyes are trained on the way she moves her hair away from her face, takes the menu that a waitress brings over before stealing a good glance at him over it. “Do I have something on my face?”

Flustered but with a smile, she looks down at the written menu. “No…”

“What are you looking at, if that’s what you’re doing?” Johnny asks, licking his bottom lip and ignoring her gaze when she finally stops looking at her menu.

“N-Nothing.”

Johnny nods his head, adding in a sing-song tune: “If you say so—”

“I’m…” There’s something deep within her that she doesn’t say, and Johnny has a smile on his face, so tranquil and sweet that she feels like her heart could explode right at that moment. There are words that are left untold, stories that have no developing, and people who never try, and maybe she is all three at once. “Nothing.” It’s how she finishes it before patting his hand over the table. “What are you going to eat?”

Inside Johnny’s head, he feels like he had already planned their second encounter. He wishes he expected it to be like the first, with a nice date and then enough attraction to finish it off properly, but there he is, having bites of Thai food as they talk about their lives and how they have been developing. She says she wants to change her job, try to do something else and stop working for the same people that have taken her in for the past few years. Johnny confirms that he thinks the same, and while taking pictures with Dongyoung has been something memorable, he wants a bigger job—somewhere where his photography skills are actually highlighted, where people would actually recognize his work in some way or another. He wants to travel the world with a camera in between his hands, see everything through a lens, but that is not what that night is about.

That night is about the realization that sure, Johnny started going out with her with the idea of sex, but there is more to her than just a body he wants for one night. It is in the way she speaks, how she reacts to him, how she makes the world a thousand times more likeable with just a smile. Now, Johnny is not one to believe movies when they claim that something from one night can turn into something else, but he can quite accept that he sees past her body whenever he goes out with her.

With only two dates, she already has him craving for more.

And it is stupid, how he finds an excuse to spend more time with her, and he says he wants to buy something sweet for her, ending up at a bakery nearby just to get her favorite pastries. As they walk around the crowded streets, trying to remember where he left his car and obviously confirming that he is going to take her home after that, thanks to her car being at the mechanic’s, Johnny realizes that he really enjoys spending time with her, and that is something that hadn’t happened since a long time ago. Past the flirting and the touchiness, there is something else. Maybe, strong. Maybe, as bland as water, but it is there. Johnny wants to call it the development of a crush, or the start of a nice friendship.

Yet, she had insisted on getting one of those lollipop rings that they used to have when they were children (“I used to take them to school because I thought they were cool,” Johnny said.), and Johnny is one to please, so as they stand near the Thai restaurant where everything started, he holds the lollipop ring in between his fingers and her hand with his free one. “Can’t believe you actually made me get one of these.”

“They were tasty in my memory. I am sure they are, still.”

“Yeah, and probably full of saliva.”

“Hey, I don’t drool that much!”

“I feel like I remember you drooling when you first looked at me.”

“I, uh, I—” She finds herself at a loss of words and soon after, she hits Johnny on his shoulder. “Stop flirting.”

“I can’t when you’re that cute!”

A gasp is heard soon after, a little bit broken at the end, and Johnny frowns at the idea of someone being surprised by their mere presence. The gasp sounded too close to not be for them. Once the two people in their date look over to the left, they realize an old—and adorable—woman is covering her mouth with her two hands, looking at the ‘couple’ with squinted eyes and a smile that creeps up her face. “Oh, my Darling! Someone’s proposing over here!” Johnny figures out that the elderly woman is at least a bit blind, squinting at the sight of a lollipop ring and Johnny putting it around his date’s finger.

His date is quick to speak up, however. “You’ve gotten it wr—”

But Johnny likes the attention, or making her flustered, so he gets on one knee in front of her while holding the lollipop ring, catching the attention of a few people who clearly are not aware that it is candy that he is ‘proposing’ with. “These past few years, honey, have been excellent with you.”

She hisses through her teeth. “Johnny,” She mumbles, eyes looking around the place to find the attention placed upon them. Can’t people just get closer so they can realize this is all Johnny’s fault?! “Get up, now.”

“Let me speak.”

“No.” She whines, but Johnny continues.

“I never thought I would have met the Bonnie to my Clyde, the Jimmy to my Sheen—” She wants to laugh at that, biting down on her bottom lip and letting a smile out. People probably think that she is smiling out of happiness, but she wants to hide at that exact moment. “So, for all these years, would you marry me?”

“…Oh my God.” She whispers before taking him by the bicep and bringing him up to his feet. “I guess. Let’s just leave.”

And the few people that had gathered are awestruck, maybe because she did not give the answer people expected, or because someone just proposed to his supposed ‘girlfriend’ with a lollipop ring, but after closing the doors to the car, Johnny lets out the biggest laugh and holds her thigh with his right hand. “That was so funny!” Johnny comments but the sight of her face shows otherwise, rolling her eyes before she feels him pressing his lips to hers sweetly, smiling throughout the process. “Come on, you know it was funny—and it wasn’t my idea, that old lady thought I was proposing.”

She chuckles, shaking her head before covering her face. “How embarrassing, Johnny!” She places her hand on top of his on her thigh before kissing the back of his hand. “You owe me one.”

“Owe you one?! I already proposed.”

“Shh, don’t talk.” Johnny nods his head before starting the car, pressing his lips together before she pinches his hand softly. “Hey, do talk. I was joking.”

“See?!”

“You’re annoying.”

That brings a smile to Johnny’s face.

With a straw in between his plush lips, taking a long sip from her canned soda, Johnny raises an eyebrow at her preposition. “Foosball?” He asks soon after, holding onto her waist to bring her close before nodding his head. “I’m in.”

Johnny doesn’t know how it happens. How the third date comes after the second, and how the second doesn’t even include something more than a few kisses in the front seat of his car. And sure, Johnny knows the world doesn’t rotate around physical attraction, but he is surprised that a Tinder match has gone as far as it does. Now it is a few weeks later, and Johnny is more than happy to be in front of her, preparing for a game of foosball as he watches her. All he needs to do is win so he can hear her pretty voice complaining about it.

But Johnny does score in the first try, and that earns a boisterous laugh from him and a scowl from her. “I give you some of my Coca Cola and you do this to me, really?” His heart aches the moment he hears those words, and it is not a bad type of ache—it makes him feel better, like a way his body has of telling him he’d do a lot of things to protect her. He particularly adores her voice, but he loves her expressions and reactions the most. “Ugh, Johnny—don’t score, don’t score—”

“Sorry, baby. Kind of have to win.” Johnny adds with a shrug of his shoulders and as they continue playing, he bites his bottom lip. “So,” He starts. “Why exactly did you accept going on a third date with me?”

He never hears it from her. They have been sexually together, they kiss whenever they feel like it and the flirting is always there, though kept a secret from those who know them personally. She knows that he likes her, but she has never been one to voice out what she exactly feels for the man whom she continues going on dates with. “…Just because.”

“Oh, really?” He asks. “You also deleted your Tinder just because?”

She looks at him, moving her arms frantically as they hear the sound of the TV going off in the background, mixed with voices from other people and a lot of noise. “…Don’t make me say it.”

“If I win, you have to say it.”

Feigning ignorance, she looks at him for a second. “Say what?”

“That you like me.” He confirms and she gasps at his words, running short on her own before responding.

“W-What…Why are you asking?” One would think that Johnny Seo would not be affected by someone acting nervous in front of him—not nervous, flustered, but he does get a little bit fidgety at the thought. It makes his heart race, to know that he has that power upon her when he feels slightly the same for her. If not completely. Her distraction is enough to have Johnny moving his hands quickly and scoring the last one out of three goals, making his date gasp as she takes her canned soda from his hands. “You are not having this, for being mean to me.”

Anyone who looked at them would think that they are a couple, as always, his hands wrapping around her waist and making her look around as he adds in a cheesy tone. “Come on, say it—”

“No.”

“It’s not like I don’t know.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

With a movement of his fingers, a chuckle leaves her lips and her hands end upon his chest, tugging him close but not really. Johnny has this kind of face that makes her feel safe, but it not fully his attractiveness and overall height that turns her into putty in front of him—it’s how he is, so lively, so chill, as if life is coated in paint and he patiently waits for the colors to dry. He knows how to have fun, just like how he takes that part out of her just to show her how beautiful life can be.

Really, it was unlike her to sleep with someone on the first date—and Johnny had changed that. He had always attracted her enough to make her take (not irrational decisions), but decisions that are very unlikely on being taken by her beforehand.

There’s always a sentence that starts a story, then there’s the first comma, the first dot, the continuation, the development…and there’s an end, but Johnny keeps adding on more paragraphs. One moment, she thinks it’s the end, the other, he’s back.

One moment, he is a one-night stand. The other, there’s something in this gaze…he, kind of, looks at her as if she means something more.

And she wants to mean something more, so she finally lets out a breath that she does not know she was holding before tilting her head to the side, blinking as if she is lost in thought, but it is more of a nervous tick. “I like you, too.”

What he does is stupid, how can’t it not be, he is the same guy that faked a proposal with a lollipop ring, but she did not expect him to throw a fist in the air before chuckling. “Hey, I finally got you to say it.”

She squints her eyes at that. “If you knew already, why ask me?”

She doesn’t get a response more than a fleeting touch to her waist, a peck on her lips and the promise of anything she wants to have for dinner. Johnny is not one to confess, but she knows it’s there, the promise of ‘perhaps, this will turn into something else’ and, she sure hopes it becomes a reality.

“Dongyoung?” Johnny asks with an empty can on his hand, watching as Dongyoung—whom is seated on the couch—jumps at the sound of his voice and hides his phone behind one of the cushions in the couch. Now, he knows Dongyoung and he can be a little bit jumpy, but he has never acted this way. “Did you eat my canned peas? I can’t find something to make for dinner and I was going to make this but—”

Dongyoung sighs out of relief, pushing the dark strands of his hair back before pressing a hand to his chest. “No, I didn’t. Jesus—”

“What are you doing? You’re super jumpy.” Johnny replies and Dongyoung widens his eyes, standing up from the couch with his phone in his back hand before replying.

“N-Nothing. I’m just going back to my room…”

But Johnny is quick, and messily into people’s business, so he takes Dongyoung’s phone from his hand, completely ignoring the male’s complaints. He unlocks his phone, knowing Dongyoung’s password like the palm of his hand before he is met by the sight of nothing more than the Tinder app. That one app that Ten tried time and time again to get Dongyoung into in the past, but somewhere along those lines of Dongyoung denying him, he had completely forgotten. “Dongyoung…you’re using Tinder?!”

“Don’t get into people’s business.” Dongyoung grumbles under his breath before taking his phone back into his hand. “I…” A look at Johnny’s smirking face lets him know that he is never going to live it down. “Listen, Ten gets to sleep around thanks to this app and you got a girlfriend. It must work for something!”

“Little Dongyoung wants to get laid.”

“N-No!”

“Aw, that’s sweet. I never thought you looked up at my relationship.”

Dongyoung rolls his eyes. “You know it wouldn’t have worked if your girlfriend wasn’t so nice.” He says and then, he clears his throat. “And Ten ate the canned peas.”

Johnny smiles at the thought of Dongyoung going through the same happenings that occurred after downloading Tinder. Maybe, Dongyoung will find the same luck as him, but for now, he really wants to call his girlfriend to get some takeout.

And maybe later, he will tell Dongyoung to take that Mariah Carey quote in his description away. No one will match him with that there.

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