miracle | kim yugyeom

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FRIDAY

kanpo
2:33 AM
wya

gyeom
2:33 AM
im not there yet

kanpo
2:34 AM
o u whore

gyeom
2:34 AM
CAN I PLS NOT GET BULLIED
ON OUR FIRST DATE

kanpo
2:36 AM
idek u shut up

kanpo
2:36 AM
date my dick

gyeom
2:36 AM
ugh we have so much in common

gyeom
2:37 AM
when u both have pps 😩💦

kanpo
2:38 AM
omg shut up it was a joke

gyeom
2:40 AM
sureeeee

kanpo
2:40 AM
can u hurry 😔

gyeom
2:47 AM
they checkin my ID rn

gyeom
2:50 AM
wya b

kanpo
2:51 AM
i got a table by the dj

gyeom
2:51 AM
damn u definitely don't
have a pp bbg

Kanpo's POV

i laughed at his last message before looking up to find him. i looked around for a second before setting my eyes on a tall, dark haired, pale guy. he looked familiar somehow but i couldnt tell from where.

we met eyes and he smiled flirtatiously, his eyes crinkling slightly.

"kanpo?" he said once he reached the small table.

i nodded, "gyeom?" i said standing from my chair.

he looked me up and down and smirked, "you clean up well, who were you trying to impress?"

"you've never met me, how do you know i dont always look this good?" i said crossing my arms.

"oh believe me babe, i can only imagine you with nothing on." he lifted my chin to meet his eyes fully.

"oh you're one of those." i said pushing his hand away.

"one of what's?"

"you think i'm easy cus i agreed to meet you."

"no i don't." he frowned, his disappointment clearly showing i thought so low of him.

"sorry." i said looking down at my shoes, embarrassed.

"well whatever, i can still redeem myself right?" he lifted my chin to meet his eyes again.

i shrugged and nodded.

he smiled and took my hand, pulling me to the dance floor.

bad bunny was playing, which was odd considering reggaetón wasn't that popular in korea.

i understood the words from my time living with latinos in my host family in america.