write me an au whereby sehun tries to woo jongin with Really Bad Pickup Lines
an au whereby sehun tries to woo jongin with Really Bad Pickup Lines DONE! :) but really-- fuck you for this bad quality fluffy shizz. im doing this because i love you
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seoul talks in raindrops and footsteps. on the radio, the usual chic and funky music plays. baekhyun is singing along as the the traffic lights flickers red. beside him, jongin stretches his legs and grins. "baek baek, if I were a stop light, I'd turn red every time you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer." to which baekhyun flips jongin off before leaning to the passenger's side and opening the door.
"jongin, get out."
"are you crazy? it's raining dogshit! you can't just--"
"out. now."
the second time jongin tries, he's limping his way to the living room where baekhyun is occupied with another one of his prime time dramas. "quick, baek baek! i need a band aid!"
"why? i can't see anything wrong with you."
"band aid... cause.. i scraped my knee when i fell for you."
in the end, jongin needed band aids to cover the wounds baekhyun inflicted on him.
the third, and not really the last time jongin tried, they're nibbling candies chanyeol salvaged for them from god-knows-where. "baekhyun are you--"
"no."
"willy wonka's son because--"
"don't even."
"you are fine and deliciooooosooo."
baekhyun ignores him for a whole week.
the final time jongin ever tried to pull one on baekhyun, the sun was shining brightly outside their window. it's warm, fuzzy, a perfect day for pick up lines. jongin jumps from behind the couch and tugs baekhyun's arms behind his back. "you're under arrest, you son of a terrorist!"
"let go, jongin. my dad isn't a terrorist, come on!"
"really? then why are you DA BOMB?"
"if you don't let me go this instant something will explode in this room."
jongin lets go, sighs and rests his head against baekhyun's shoulder. this is the closest thing to home. "i was just trying to make you like me."
"idiot." baekhyun scoffs, biting his lips to keep himself from grinning.
"it's not my fault you're cute and fun to tease and i'm really suave at pick up lines."
"suave my ass."
"come on, cut me some slack, okay?"
"okay."
jongi smiles. he nestles his chin into baekhyun's neck, engulfs him in a tight hug. he leads baekhyun's hand to his shirt. jongin's lips find their way to baekhyun's earlobe and he kisses them before whispering. "Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material."
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seoul talks in raindrops and footsteps. on the radio, the usual chic and funky music plays. baekhyun is singing along as the the traffic lights flickers red. beside him, jongin stretches his legs and grins. "baek baek, if I were a stop light, I'd turn red every time you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer." to which baekhyun flips jongin off before leaning to the passenger's side and opening the door.
"jongin, get out."
"are you crazy? it's raining dogshit! you can't just--"
"out. now."
the second time jongin tries, he's limping his way to the living room where baekhyun is occupied with another one of his prime time dramas. "quick, baek baek! i need a band aid!"
"why? i can't see anything wrong with you."
"band aid... cause.. i scraped my knee when i fell for you."
in the end, jongin needed band aids to cover the wounds baekhyun inflicted on him.
the third, and not really the last time jongin tried, they're nibbling candies chanyeol salvaged for them from god-knows-where. "baekhyun are you--"
"no."
"willy wonka's son because--"
"don't even."
"you are fine and deliciooooosooo."
baekhyun ignores him for a whole week.
the final time jongin ever tried to pull one on baekhyun, the sun was shining brightly outside their window. it's warm, fuzzy, a perfect day for pick up lines. jongin jumps from behind the couch and tugs baekhyun's arms behind his back. "you're under arrest, you son of a terrorist!"
"let go, jongin. my dad isn't a terrorist, come on!"
"really? then why are you DA BOMB?"
"if you don't let me go this instant something will explode in this room."
jongin lets go, sighs and rests his head against baekhyun's shoulder. this is the closest thing to home. "i was just trying to make you like me."
"idiot." baekhyun scoffs, biting his lips to keep himself from grinning.
"it's not my fault you're cute and fun to tease and i'm really suave at pick up lines."
"suave my ass."
"come on, cut me some slack, okay?"
"okay."
jongi smiles. he nestles his chin into baekhyun's neck, engulfs him in a tight hug. he leads baekhyun's hand to his shirt. jongin's lips find their way to baekhyun's earlobe and he kisses them before whispering. "Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material."
