A few gender-neutral reactions to different life situations of our cute and dorky bulletproof boys. Keep your minds clean, ARMYs.
This is a real mess at this point, it's not even reactions or scenarios anymore???
{Suggestion} Spring has come and you decide to spend the day outside when you suddenly meet a very handsome boy. Part 2/7
SEOKJIN
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It's one of those spring days when it's nice and sunny and then suddenly starts pouring rain as if it didn't rain in years. When you leave the house, it's almost hot, so you walk out only in jeans and your favourite t-shirt— when you feel the rain drops on your skin.
You hold out your hand, waiting for a cold water drop fall on your palm. You growl. It's not like you hate rain, you are just disappointed that the nice weather ended so quickly. You didn't bring your umbrella and your home is already too far away to run back to.
Soon, it starts pouring really hard and you quicken up your pace, hoping for a convenience store somewhere along the way where you could hide. This way you're only going to catch cold. You're already shivering. Better find one fast —
A black umbrella appears over your head and you turn around to see a handsome face of a stranger. He's wearing a brownish suit that compliments his skin tone and holding the umbrella handle in his big, silky hand. His appearance is almost godly-like — have you died just now?
He looks straight into your eyes and goes in a soothing, yet scolding tone: "What are you doing here? You're going to catch cold."
You shake your head to get yourself out of the enchantment. "I'm actually on my way to hide somewhere."
"Mind if I tag along?" he asks and stands beside you. "I know about a nice café nearby."
You give him a doubting look and he laughs. "Don't worry, I don't bite."
And just like this you end up walking beside the stranger under his umbrella in this heavy rain. You can feel his arm brushing against yours but you try not to give it too much thought. He did indeed offer you a helping hand in the case of need and so far hasn't acted anyhow suspicious — he seems like any other polite guy you could meet on the street, just a lot more handsome.
He leads you to a nice looking café not even two hundred feet away. He lets you in first, shook around the umbrella a bit to dry it a bit and joined you on the end of the line. Looking at the board, he smiles. "What would you like?"
You think a bit. "What would you recommend me?"
"Recently I came to like vanilla iced coffee," he replies. "Although I've never tried it here. Wanna find out?"
"Sure."
"How about you go and find us a seat?"
"Sure."
He nods and when it's your turn, he politely places the order and pays, while you dive among comfortable armchairs and coffee tables. You find one right next to the window and sit down into the purple soft chair, waiting for the guy to come back.
