#she is like 6 ft tall she is using everyone as an armrest

[redbean-nom]

fascinated by the implied fennec-ventress-phee friend group in tbb. even more interesting (funny) when you add boba in there during the tbobf era.

[yeppeojiwrites]

beauty and a beat 6: power outage//multigroup crossover

summary : after spending the afternoon with byounggon and the other four members of cix, they’re forced to stay over at your house after their power goes out during a storm. 

pairings : reader x byounggon (ft the other members of cix! esp seunghun!!)

word count : 4,851

a/n : this was originally going to be a super long chapter but i decided to chop it in half

(he looks cute here)

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reminders:

plain text is english

bold text is korean

italicized bold text is korean with honorifics

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“This is really nice,” you commented as you and Byounggon walked through the C9 Entertainment building lobby.

“I think so too.” he agreed. “The food here isn’t as good as YG’s though.”

The two of you stopped in front of a poster of Jinyoung.

“C9′s golden boy,” Byounggon sighed. You nudged him with your shoulder.

“And you’re a part of C9′s golden group.” you reminded him. He looked down at his feet and tried to bite back a smile.

“Cheer up, baby!” you sang, doing an over-exaggerated version of the iconic dance. He snorted and pushed your arms down.

“I’ll stop you before you embarrass yourself.” he whispered. You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“I’ll take you to meet the guys now.” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you towards the elevators.

After a couple minutes of waiting and riding in the elevator, you found yourself waiting outside of one of the practice rooms and listening to muffled laughter and talking.

“Why do I feel nervous?” you asked, running your hands over your jeans to get rid of any moisture.

“You don’t need to feel nervous.” he assured you. He opened the door and slightly entered the room.

“Guys, my friend is here.” he announced.

“Tell them to come in,” you heard from inside of the room. Byounggon stuck his head out into the hallway and motioned for you to come inside of the room.

You sighed softly and walked in. You shared a split second of eye contact with all of them before bowing.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).” you greeted them before smiling as if your heart wasn’t on the verge of falling out of your chest.

“Byounggon...” one boy started.

“You didn’t tell us she was...” another trailed.

“Tall? Yeah, I get that a lot.” you laughed. The other boys laughed too.

“Byounggon, should we introduce ourselves?” Seunghun asked Byounggon. The older boy shrugged.

“Might as well.”

They introduced themselves one by one and you felt yourself smile after they all finished.

“So...are you like the female version of Han Hyunmin?” Yonghee asked. “Your Korean is really good.”

You shook your head. “Nope, both of my parents are mostly African American. I decided to start learning Korean when I was younger and my sister encouraged me.”

“That’s really impressive.” Seunghun said, sitting on the floor of the practice room. Everyone else in the room sat on the floor with you and Byounggon sitting next to each other and Seunghun sitting across from you. “How were you able to stay so focused?”

“My brother-in-law is Chinese and my sister promised to get me Korean language books if I promised to learn some of the same phrases in Mandarin.” you explained. They nodded in response.

“And just so you guys know, you don’t have to speak so formally. I’m younger than Jinyoung.” you informed the boys, surprising them.

“Really?” Jinyoung asked. You nodded.

“People usually think that I’m older than I actually am because I’m tall.” you clarified.

“So are you fluent in Mandarin?” Hyunsuk asked. You shook your head.

“I’m not fluent but I wouldn’t be completely lost if I was randomly dropped off in Shanghai.”

“Now that we know her language abilities, let’s talk about the important issue.” Seunghun stated, causing everyone to look over at him.

“What’s the important issue?” Jinyoung asked. Seunghun looked between you and Byounggon with a mischievous smile.

“How long have you and Byounggon been seeing each other?” the chocolate-haired boy asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

Your eyes widened and you quickly shook your head.

“Oh, we aren’t- I just- Byounggon and I-” you started.

“You and Byounggon what?” Seunghun teased.

Byounggon wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, laying his head on top of yours.

“We’re just close friends.” he said brightly. When you moved your head to look examine his expression, he wriggled his eyebrows at you.

“Are you sure?” Seunghun teased, looking at you pointedly.

You nodded as you pushed the older boy away from you playfully.

“Of course.“ you smile.

--

A few hours after the introduction, you found yourself in Byounggon’s studio. You were in a computer chair sitting next to Byounggon with Seunghun sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone.

You maintained two feet of distance from Byounggon and his computer as he read self-written lyrics over a self-produced song.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“It’s really good, Gon,” you started. Byounggon looked at you expectantly.

“But?” he prompted.

“It isn’t anything major, just some English grammar mistakes.” you explained. “Let me see your book.” you said, holding your hand out for his songbook.

He handed it to you and you grabbed a pencil from the pen cup he had on the computer desk and fixed the mistake with the book on your lap.

“You had ‘I can’t seeing you anymore’ but it’s supposed to be ‘I can’t see you anymore’...do you get it?” you asked. He hummed and shook his head.

“Let me see it.” he said, turning your chair so that you were facing each other. The two of you were so close that your knees touched.

“Is this better?” you asked in a slightly shaky tone. He nodded with a sly smile on his face.

“Okay so see...you had ‘I can’t seeing you anymore’ but it’s supposed to be ‘I can’t see you anymore’...so do you get it now?” you asked.

He nodded before resting his arm on the armrest of his chair, propping his arm up to rest his chin in his hand.

“This is why I said you should teach me English.” Byounggon chided.

“I’m not an English teacher, I’m an 18 year old girl.” you told him. “And that’s your fault for not paying attention in your English classes.”

“Seunghun and I were too busy learning Japanese in case Yang Hyunsuk wanted to ship us off to Japan like he did to iKon.” Seunghun hummed in agreement.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” you frowned. Byounggon laughed.

“I’m joking. Loosen up.” he said while patting your head.

“So what did you want to get for dinner?” he changed the subject. Seunghun gasped from his seat on the couch.

“We’re getting dinner?” he exclaimed. Byounggon looked over at the boy and nodded.

“I promised her food if she came to visit.” the older boy explained.

“I was joking when I said that.” you said as you poked his knee.

“You still came to visit~” he replied in a sing-song tone.

“Because I’ve only ever been to two entertainment companies and I wanted to see where you worked~” you replied in a similar tone. He made an ugly facial expression at you and you responded with one.

“Okay, stop flirting, you two.” Seunghun interjected.

You looked over to him with a surprised expression. “We aren’t flirting-” you started.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before.” the boy dismissed you. “I’ll go get the rest of the boys to help us decide what to get.” he said as he stood up from the couch.

“Don’t do anything weird while I’m gone.” Seunghun instructed before leaving the room.

“Is he always like that?” you asked Byounggon.

“No, he’s just worried.” he replied.

--

Forty-five minutes after watching the five boys argue over what to order for dinner, you found yourself sitting on the floor of CIX’s practice room eating pizza and chicken with the boys.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Jinyoung asked. You looked over to the boy as you wiped your mouth with a napkin.

“Did you have a Wanna One bias or a Produce 101 pick?” he asked. You quickly nodded.

“Of course.” you answered.

“Who was it?” he whispered.

“I’m not telling you directly.” you whispered back.

“Was it me?” he asked, leaning forward.

“Was it?” you avoided the question.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you.” he replied.

“I’m still not telling you directly.” you reiterated.

“It was probably you,” Seunghun whispered to the boy.

“I never said that it was him.” you lied while taking a second slice of pizza.

“You never said that it wasn’t either.” Yonghee interjected.

“What about Treasure Box? Did you have an ideal line-up for Treasure?” Seunghun interrogated.

“I liked the Team A line-up and Keita and Mashiho are really talented.” you answered. Jinyoung started to complain but Seunghun shushed him.

“Who was your favorite trainee?” Seunghun pressed. You noticed Byounggon gesturing to himself in your peripheral vision.

“What if I said Choi Hyunsuk?” you laughed. Byounggon stopped gesturing towards himself and glared at you.

“I knew Byounggon the most out of all of the trainees so I guess he was my favorite, but Seunghun,” you gestured to the boy, “and Choi Hyunsuk are really talented as well.”

“I was slightly disappointed with your answer at first but now I’m flattered. Thank you.” Seunghun smiled. You nodded.

Jinyoung sighed. “So you can tell them who you like from their show but-”

“I liked you and Daniel and my Produce 101 pick was Kim Donghyun.” you cut him off. Jinyoung tried to hide his smile.

“Why did you like me?” Jinyoung asked.

“Aren’t you asking for too much?” you laughed.

“I like knowing these things.” he replied. You sighed.

“I’ll give you the fansign answer.” you replied.

You put on your best cute face and batted your eyelashes.

“Because Jinyoungie is the most handsome and the coolest, uwu!” you said in a disgustingly cute voice. The boys sat in silence and made confused eye contact with each other for a second before bursting into laughter.

You flopped down onto the floor and sighed. “That took five years off of my life span.”

“That was great.” Hyunsuk laughed.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.” you begged.

They reluctantly nodded, agreeing to protect your image.

--

After another hour of hanging out at the C9 Entertainment building, you decided to leave since the rain had let up for a while.

“It was really nice meeting you guys, thanks for letting me hang out with you guys.” you smiled. “You guys are going to do great things when you make your debut and I can’t wait to watch you guys grow as artists.”

They responded with a chorus of ‘thank you’s and you smiled.

“I’ll see you guys around, okay?” you said.

“Wait! Do you give hugs?” Yonghee asked. You quickly nodded.

“Of course!” you said before opening your arms to hug the boy. He hugged you back tightly.

“Wait, I want one too!” Jinyoung exclaimed. “A hug from my biggest fan!” he joked.

Eventually, all of the boys lined up for hugs with Byounggon being at the end of the line.

“I’ll hug you now because I don’t want to get in trouble for hugging you downstairs.” Byounggon informed you.

“Okay.” you said as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“This is nice,” he said, pulling you closer.

You nodded.

“Alright, you two, break it up.” Seunghun said. “Go ahead and take her downstairs, Byounggon.”

“Yeah, I should leave before it starts pouring again.” you agreed.

“Let’s head down then.” Byounggon said, leading you towards the elevator.

The other four watched you and Byounggon leave. When you were out of sight, Jinyoung turned to look at the rest of his members.

“Byounggon likes her.” he said. The other three nodded in agreement.

“Totally.” Hyunsuk agreed.

--

An hour and a half after leaving the C9 building, you walked out of the bathroom after having a shower. You sighed when you heard rain hitting the side of your apartment building and walked over to your window.

It’s still raining? you thought as you watched the rainwater pool in the small dips on the street. Your focus on the puddle-lined street was quickly drawn to the sky when you watched a large lightning bolt flash across it.

“One Mississippi...two Mississippi...three Mississippi...four- did their power go out?!” you gasped as you watched the lights of a few apartment buildings and homes a few neighborhoods away blink out after a loud crack of thunder echoed across Seoul.

Well, I hope they’re okay, you thought as you sat on your couch and turned on your TV.

The TV displayed an emergency broadcast on KBS 1.

“If you’re just joining us, the time is 11:17 at night and we are in the midst of an electrical storm,” the anchorwoman said. A man scrambled to the desk with a sheet of paper before running out of the shot.

The anchorwoman looked confused for a split second before twisting the slightly wrinkled paper so she could read it.

“We have just received reports from multiple sources of a complete power outage in a district about forty kilometers west of our broadcasting building with...no back-up generators available to provide power.” the man scrambled back up to her desk with another paper. “The Korean Electric Power Corporation, or KEPCO, is projecting that power will be available at 9 in the morning if all goes well.”

“We are being told that every back-up generator in the district has failed.”

The program moved into a different segment but kept a scrolling border on the bottom of the screen that repeatedly described the situation.

You changed to another channel after ten minutes and opened your phone to look at your friends’ posts and tweets on your private social media accounts. You were about to like a post when your phone began to ring.

“Byounggon? What’s up?” you asked in a confused tone.

“I need to ask you something...” he trailed off. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Do you have electricity?”

“My TV and lights are on so I’m going to that assume I do.” you replied. “Let me guess, your dorm is in the district that had the power outage?”

“Yeah...” he trailed off a second time. “Hyunsuk was in the shower when the power went out and now he’s cold and wet.”

“Do you guys have a place to stay? It’s going to be even more humid later this evening.”

“That’s kinda why I called you.” he sighed. “I have a really big favor to to ask of you that you can totally say no to but if you don’t, I promise I’ll owe you for the rest of my life.”

“Byounggon, you don’t have to beat around the bush. Just go ahead and ask.” you laughed.

“Can we stay at your apartment for the night? Like I said, you can say-”

“Byounggon,” you tried to stop him.

“-no but I promise I’ll owe-”

“Byounggon.” you tried again.

“-you for the rest of my life. Hell, I’ll even owe you in the afterlife-”

“Lee Byounggon!” you exclaimed, silencing him. “I think I have enough room in my apartment for you guys.”

“Really?” he asked. You stood up and walked to the area where the two bedrooms were and checked them.

“Yep. Three of you will have to share a bed but as long as you guys are okay with that, all of us will be able to fit.” you informed him.

“I could ki- I mean, I’ll let the boys know.” he stuttered.

“Were all of you able to take showers?” you asked.

“No, Seunghun, Yonghee, and I weren’t able to shower. Do you mind if-”

“Do you actually think that I would stop you guys from showering?” you asked in disbelief.

“I don’t want your utility bills to go up,” he tried to argue.

“Byounggon, don’t worry about it.” you assured him.

“Make sure you and your members pack everything you’ll need for tonight, call two taxis or a taxi van, grab a bunch of surgeon’s masks and make sure that Hyunsuk’s hair is dry before you come over here.” you commanded.

“Oka-” he started but you cut him off.

“Make sure that the taxis come to the back entrance of your apartment building so that your sasaengs don’t see you guys leave. Be safe and don’t worry about repaying me because that isn’t what I’m worried about.” you finished.

“Did you get all of that?” you asked.

“Alright.”

“I’ll send you the address after we hang up, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll- We’ll see you soon, (Y/N).” You hummed in agreement before hanging up.

“I need to change my sheets,” you sighed as you stretched your legs.

You looked down at the tattoo on your left arm.

“And put a sweatshirt on.”

--

“It feels so good in here,” Yonghee sighed as he entered your apartment.

“Hurry up and take off your shoes so you can move out of the doorway,” Seunghun groaned from the outside of your apartment.

“He’s so annoying.” the younger boy whispered to you. You looked over his shoulder at Seunghun and back at him before nodding in agreement while laughing.

“What are you two saying?” Seunghun almost yelled.

“Nothing.” you and Yonghee replied in unison.

One by one, the boys entered your apartment, taking their shoes off and walking into your living room, looking around.

“I didn’t know you had a sister.” Seunghun said while looking at the framed photo of you and your sister that sat on your TV stand. “You guys look alike.” he commented.

“Did you make some of the songs on these?” Hyunsuk asked as he looked at the albums you kept on your shelf.

“Why do you have a framed photo of 2PM?” Jinyoung asked as he picked up the frame.

“Do you have a kid?” Yonghee asked as he picked up a framed photo of you holding your (then) one year old niece.

“Woah, that’s my niece!” you corrected the boy. “We probably have similar features because my sister and I look alike.”

You coughed a couple of times to get their attention as they looked at everything you had in their living room.

“So are you guys going to discuss room placements before or after showers?” you asked.

“’You guys?’ Aren’t you going to going to sleep in one of the rooms?” Seunghun asked.

You shook your head as you walked over to the couch and sat down.

“If you will notice my blanket and pillow,” you gestured to said items, “I will be sleeping in the living room.”

All of the boys voiced their opposition.

“This is your house though!” Jinyoung reasoned.

“I would feel bad if I slept in your bed while you slept on the couch.” Yonghee agreed.

“I can take the couch if you want,” Byounggon offered.

You shook your head.

“I can afford to sleep on the couch and potentially hurt my back because I work in the studio and not on the stage.” you shut them down. “Go be comfortable. You guys have had a long night.”

“Are you sure? Because if not-” Byounggon started.

“I promise I’ll be okay. I have to make a few overnight calls anyways and I wouldn’t want to disturb you guys.” you assured them.

“Now go get showered and go to sleep.” you said, pointing them in the direction of the bedrooms and bathrooms.

“Wait a minute!” you stopped them. The turned and looked at you expectantly.

“I make pancakes on Sundays and I was wondering if you guys wanted-”

“Yes.” Hyunsuk answered immediately.

“Seunghun, let her finish next time.” Byounggon scolded the younger boy.

“You think I’m going to pass up on the opportunity to eat American pancakes without having to leave South Korea?” Hyunsuk scoffed.

Byounggon rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go get showered, kids.” he sighed.

--

At around 12:50 in the morning, you opened your contacts app on your phone and scrolled a bit before pressing on a contact.

“Hopefully she’s awake.” you whispered as you tapped the phone icon, starting a call as you sat on the couch with your earbuds in.

The phone rang several times before the person you were calling answered.

“(Y/N)? What time is it there?” your sister asked.

“Good morning to you too, Aaliyah.” you laughed. She sucked her teeth.

“It’s almost 1 there? Aren’t you supposed to be calling Mom in a couple of hours?” she asked.

“Yeah, so, about that...” you started.

“What did you do?” she asked in the same voice she uses on your niece, Stella.

“So we’re in the middle of an electrical storm...” you trailed.

“What did you do?” she reiterated.

“Some friends of mine were at their dorm and the power went out while they were taking showers and it won’t be back on for another couple of hours and the nearest hotel is too far away from their entertainment building so I offered to let them stay over here until they had to leave to go practice in a couple of hours.” you finished, bracing yourself for the chewing out you were about to get.

“That’s it?” she laughed.

“Yeah.” you laughed nervously.

“You were worried about a sleepover?” she asked. “The girls are nice though, right?”

“Oh.” your eyes grew large. That’s why she was so okay with it.

“What do you mean, ‘oh?’“ you could practically hear her stick her neck out.

“I thought-” you started before she cut you off with a gasp.

“They’re boys, aren’t they?”

“Uh...here’s a hypothetical question. If they are boys, would you tell Mom?” you asked before biting the inside of your cheek.

“I wouldn’t tell Mom because of the Sister Code, however, I would totally hang it over your head until you got married or until you turn 30, whichever comes first. Hypothetically, of course.” she responded.

“Bless you, you kind soul.” you sighed in relief.

“So who’s in your apartment? Your two boyfriends?” she teased.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you and Mom...Chan and Changbin are not my boyfriends.” you groaned. “I have a different group in my house.”

“How many are in this group?” you could hear her shift in her bed.

“There’s only five of them.” you answered.

“So I’m going to assume that they aren’t Ateez then.” she concluded.

“You’re correct.”

“Do you think they’re cute?” she teased.

“Cute?” you repeated.

“Who is cute?” Byounggon asked as he sat down next do you on the couch.

“Who is that?” your sister gasped.

“Someone that I thought was going to bed.” you gritted as you tried to push the boy off of your couch.

“Is he the only one that’s awake?” she asked.

“Yeah.” you said.

“Is that your sister?” he asked. You nodded.

“I heard ‘unnie’...is he talking about me?” your sister asked.

“He is.” you responded. “Oh, I forgot to tell you! They thought that Stella was my daughter.” you changed the subject.

“Really?” she gasped.

“I guess I have that ‘toddler mom’ look.” you laughed.

“Hmm, I guess so. Wait a minute- You’re avoiding the question!” she realized.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. So anyways, it’s still raining here and-” you started.

“Which one do you think is cute?” she pressed.

“I’ll send you the official photos from their Instagram account and I’ll let you decide.” you deflected.

Byounggon rested his chin on your shoulder as you opened the Instagram app on your phone. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Why does he sound closer than he did earlier?” she asked.

“I don’t know.” your voice wavered.

“Suuure. Are you sending the photos?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m just going to send them to your DMs, I don’t want it to send the photos and the names out of order.” you responded.

“I’m waiting~” she sang.

“Here’s your monthly reminder to not quit your drawing and animation jobs to become a lounge singer.” you joked.

“Okay, Miss Stick-Figures.,” she responded.

“Okay, Mrs. Can’t-Carry-A-Note.” you retorted as you sent Aaliyah some photos. You both laughed at your dumb, half-awake roasts.

“What’s so funny?” Byounggon asked, pulling you back to lay on his chest on the couch.

“I’ve only gotten four photos of four different boys, where’s the other one?” Aaliyah asked. You sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Aaliyah and Byounggon asked at the same time in their respective native languages.

“Let me switch over to Mandarin to answer, he can kinda understand English and I don’t want him to know what I’m saying.”

“Fine.”

(in Mandarin) “The guy who’s still awake is really handsome. I’m struggling to find a photo of him without throwing my phone across the room.” you told your sister. Your sister snorted while Byounggon groaned.

“You’re so mean!” Byounggon complained.

(in Mandarin) “He says that I’m mean.” you laughed.

“Just go to the row that has his photos and choose one. I really have to see him if you think he’s cute.” she urged.

“I’ll send you the photo where he’s sitting on the platform and holding a shutter.” you quickly decided.

Byounggon took the earbud out of your left ear (your right earbud had the mic) and leaned down to your ear.

“You guys are talking about me, right?” he whispered, his bottom lip slightly brushing against your ear.

You shivered and cleared your throat loudly, making him laugh.

“What did he do?” she asked.

“Have you gotten the photo yet?” you ignored her question.

“Aw! He’s so cute!” your sister cooed. You rolled your eyes. “Bring him home for Thanksgiving this year, alright?”

“What’s ‘Thanksgiving?’“ Byounggon asked you. You turned around to look at Byounggon and gasped when you saw him wearing your earbud in his ear. You took your earbud from out of his ear and playfully slapped his arm as he laughed at you.

“He heard you.” you whispered into the microphone. Your sister’s laughter filled your ears.

“What’s he like?”

“He’s really annoying. But he’s also really sweet and hardworking and caring.” you respond. You look up at him to see if he understood you and he looked back at you with a blank stare.

“You sound like you’re dating him~” she said in a sing-song voice.

“I’m not~” you replied in the same tone.

“Is he tall?” she asked.

“He’s an inch or two taller than me.” Aaliyah lets out a pleased hum.

“Oh, Stella just came in here...she wants to see your face, is that okay?” your sister asked.

“Yeah, but just for a little while.” you agreed. “It’s almost 1:45 and I don’t think Byounggon’s is going to go to the room to sleep if I stay on the phone with you.”

You leaned up from Byounggon’s chest and stood up.

“Where are you going?” he asked, reaching for your hand.

“I’m gonna go to the kitchen for, like, three minutes to talk to my niece.” you informed him. “Stay in here, please. My voice is going to go up like five pitches and I don’t think anyone else needs to see that.”

“Okay. Tell your sister I said to have a good day.” he agreed.

“Byounggon said to have a good day.” you told your sister.

“Tell him I said thank you,” she responded. “I think he’s the only one of your boyfriends who has ever talked to me.” Aaliyah realized.

“Hmm..I guess that makes sense.” you agreed. “He’s not my boyfriend though.”

“Yeah, sure.” Aaliyah responded.

--

After the end of your phone call, you walked back into the living room to see a half-awake Byounggon stretched out on the couch you were planning to sleep on.

“Byounggon~” you said, poking his shoulder. He opened his eyes slightly to look at you.

“Hmm?” he asked.

“Go to your room and sleep~” you said in the same tone that you used earlier.

“Don’t want to.” he mumbled as he turned away from you.

“The couch isn’t good for your back, Gon.” you reasoned as you attempted to flip him over.

“It’s not good for your back either, (Y/N).” he responded. You sighed and pulled his arms so that he was sitting up.

“Gon, you’re not sleeping in here.” you asserted.

“Well I’m not moving.” he said.

“If you go to the room, I’ll tell you what my sister and I were talking about~” you bargained.

He reluctantly got up from the couch and you dragged him by his forearm to where the bedrooms were. You checked your room and saw three bodies under your sheets and tried to bite back a smile. You opened the door to the other room and tried to push him past the doorway but he stopped you by holding his arms across the doorway.

“What were you and your sister talking about?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You guys. Now go to bed.” You tried to push him into the room but his arms stayed in place.

“You spent a lot of time looking at my photo.” he smirked.

“My sister thinks that you’re handsome.” you answered. “Go to sleep, Byounggon.” you pleaded.

He leaned forward so that his face was close to yours.

“Do you think that I’m handsome?” The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

“Yes...now go to bed!” you whisper-yelled as you pushed him into the room, having caught him off-guard with your sudden confession.

You walked into the living room and laid out on the couch, sighing as you threw your blanket over yourself.

“He’s so annoying.” you grumbled as you closed your eyes.