When Daniel dates a Noona

Daniel's First Encounter with Noona Part 2

'What?' She asked, slightly blushing after noticing that I was staring at her.
'Noona,' I paused, all of the sudden feeling nervous. How do I even start the conversation about dating?
'Have you ever considered dating a younger guy?' I asked, feeling my heart thumping in my chest.
'Hmm,' she hummed, looking slightly up as if she's thinking.
'I've only dated guys who are the same age of slightly older but never with younger guys before,' she answered.
'Really? So, when was the last time you dated? I'm sorry if the question is too much,' I asked, suddenly curious.
'About 2 years. Things just..fell apart,' she replied, fiddling with the chopsticks, looking distant.
Ah..so it's been a while, I thought.

'So, like, do you want to date younger guys?' I asked again, still not giving up.
She glanced at me and paused. And then slowly the corner of her lips twitch.
'Are you..hitting on me?' She asked boldly. Now it's my turn to blush. I gave a nervous laugh and scratch my head which is not itchy.
'Can't I?' I counter attacked. She knows how to play the game.
'You're very straight forward for a dongsaeng. How old are you again?' She laughed, slightly blushing.
'Eyy noona. Age is just a number. What matters most is what comes from the heart,' I replied, playing along.
'You've done this before, right?' She said, holding her laughter, her eyes obviously questioning me.
I was caught off guard. I'm a guy. Of course, I've done this before.
'Does it matter?' I smirked, challenging her.
She chuckled as she shook her head from side to side.
'Are you even allowed to date?' she questioned.
'Only if it's you,' I smirked, making her laugh.
'You just met me a few hours ago and now you want me to consider dating you?' She asked as if in disbelief.
'Why not?' I asked back.

She chuckled and got up, starting to gather the bowls and chopsticks.
Immediately I got up and help her.
'I'll do it,' I said in a hurry that I unintentionally grabbed her small hand.
She let out a gasp and look up at me. I flashed a smile, my heart fluttering and feeling nervous.
Somehow she just stares at me, eye to eye.
I leaned in closer, obviously attracted by her eyes.

Just then my phone rang. As if on cue, I drop my hand away from her.
'M-my phone,' I excused myself nervously.
'Yes hyung?' I answered the phone as my eyes lingered towards her who is already by the sink, washing the bowls and chopsticks.
'Send me your location. I'll pick you up,' manager hyung said over the phone.
'Sure hyung,' I replied reluctantly, not ready to go.
I went over to her side silently.
'Ern, manager hyung will pick me up later. He's already on his way,' I told her nervously.
'Oh, okay,' she replied simply, focusing on washing the dishes.
'Let me help with drying,' I offered. She smiled and gave me a dry kitchen towel.
I finished drying the 1st bowl and could not hold it any longer.
'Noona,' I called out, subconsciously licking my lips.
'Hm?' She hummed. Just the way she hummed made me even more nervous.
'At least give me your number,' I said, staring at her.

Noona POV :

'At least give me your number,' he insisted, his eyes begging like a puppy.
'Why do you need my number?' I said, pretending not to know his real intentions. But seriously though, he just met me, and now he wants my number already?
'Ah.w-well, the things is..I- I might need help when I'm injured again in the future,' he stuttered, coming up with excuses.
I just stare at him. This boy, seriously?
'Ah! And also, I might need to change this splint if ever it gets dirty and noona is the only person who can do it nicely,' he said confidently, flashing that adorable smile of his.
I turned off the tap and dried my hands with a dry towel, purposely avoiding his gaze, taking my time.
'You want me my number solely because you need my help to change the splint?' I asked, testing the waters.
He scratched his head yet again, chuckling nervously.
'W-well, n-not exactly,' he replied shyly.
I smiled and went over towards the couch situated in the living room. I can feel him following me like a puppy.
'Just be honest, Daniel,' I said, picking up my phone that was left on the coffee table earlier on.
'Y-yes?' He said, taken aback by my boldness.
I smirked. At this point, it's now or never.
'Just say that you want my number so that you can ask me out,' I shot at him, followed by a smirk.
He chuckled nervously, fidgeting in his seat.
'Or.. not?' I prompt, glancing at him.
'Aish, no! I mean, yes! Sorry!' He flustered, making me laugh at how adorable he is when he's nervous.
'Give me your phone,' I said.
He nervously handed over his phone and waited patiently as I typed in my number.
'Don't tell me. There's a lot of girls' numbers here, is it?' I joked, pretending to scroll down his contact lists.
'W-what?' He asked, taken aback.
I chuckled as I gave him back his phone.
'Thank you, noona. I'll be sure to contact you,' he said excitedly. He has this habit of scrunching up his nose whenever he smiles or laughs that I find amusing.

What the heck happened today? I thought as I lie on my bed. How did I even end up meeting Daniel and giving away my number to him? I giggled at the thought. I can't help but remember the way he looks when he was asleep on my couch. He would scrunch his nose and then stretch before tapping lightly on his body with his hands. And then he would murmur incoherent words and then fall asleep again. He just looks so adorable and different from when he's awake. And that time we just caught each other's eyes. My heart fluttered just thinking about it. I shook my head off. What the fuck is wrong with me? Obviously, as he is young, he wouldn't think of dating some older like me, right? Probably he just got my number to boost his manly ego..or to show off to the other boys that he managed to get a noona's number. I sighed. I picked up my phone and open up Youtube. I paused. Thinking of whether I should really check him out. Hesitantly, I typed Kang Daniel on the search bar. There's no turning back, I thought as I wait for it to load. A few seconds later, All the videos with Daniel's face appeared. I chuckled when I noticed one with him being a little chubbier than what I saw today, wearing Harry potter suit, pink hair and charming his ways. I giggled at the video. Just then, a text message came through.

Daniel sent me a selfie with the caption: Arrived safely. Thank you for tonight. Please dream of me. Good night. 'wink smiley'

I smiled. Aish jinja, this boy.

2 weeks later, a day after he won the survival show, he came to my house with a bouquet of red roses and insisting that from that day on, it's counted as our day 1 before leaning in to kiss me, sweeping me off of my feet every time.