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Hyunjin paces the room, running his fingers through his hair. “Felix, I’m freaking the fuck out,” he says, turning to his friend. “What an I supposed to wear? Do you think he’ll propose?”
“Slow down, Jin,” Felix urges. “But you’ve been dating for three years, so yeah, I think he’s going to propose. Why else would he invite to to a fancy dinner?”
“But, I mean... we’re still young, right? What if he wants to take it slow?” Hyunjin falls down on his bed, groaning into the pillow. “What do I do?”
“Just be yourself,” Felix suggests, placing a comforting hand on his back. “If he wanted to take it slow I wouldn’t hear you having sex with him from across the fucking frat house. And you should wear that white shirt with the lace cutout. It makes your shoulders look sexy.”
Hyunjin manages a giggle, reaching up to hug his friend. “I don’t know what I’s do without you, Lix.”
He takes Felix’s outfit suggestion, pairing it with a pair of a black slacks.
Felix hums. “It’s cute, but it’s not you. Needs some color or accessories or something.”
Hyunjin’s dog, Kkami barks, as if agreeing with Felix.
“Screw this,” Felix says. “This has to be perfect. The occasion is too important to just settle. We’re going to the mall.”
“This is a disaster,” Hyunjin whines to himself. “Chan will never propose if I look like this.”
“Oh my god,” one of the shop employees says a bit to loudly. “That pretty boy in dressing room four is so obnoxious. He’s tall and thin, he’ll look good in anything.”
Hyunjin huffs upon hearing them. He wishes that someone— anyone would look at him and see something other than an airhead pretty boy.
“Hyunjin!” Felix squeals. “I found something perfect, okay? Trust me.” He dresses Hyunjin in a soft pink sweater and leather jacket, clapping his hand once he’s done. “Yes! I was right, you look adorable. Irresistible. My job here is done. Now go get your mans.”
Hyunjin hugs him. “You’re my best friend, Lixie. If I get married, you’re my best man.”
“I better be.”
“Wait, when is Chan coming to pick you up?”
“Six,” Hyunjin tells him. “Why?”
“Hyunjinnie, it’s 5:30.”
“Holy shit.”
But, miraculously, Hyunjin manages to be ready by the time Chan arrives at the frat house at precisely 6:03.
“You’re late,” Hyunjin pouts.
Chan pulls him into a kiss. “Sorry, baby. Traffic.” He looks over Hyunjin, who shifted his weight nervously, desperate for Chan’s approval.
“You look good,” Chan tells him. “Really good, princess.”
“You think so?” Hyunjin replies. “You’re as handsome as ever,” he says, relishing the feeling of Chan’s strong hands on his waist.
Chan gives him another peck. “Let’s go then?” He holds Hyunjin’s hand, leading him to the car, and Hyunjin can’t stop fidgeting in a muddle of nervousness and excitement.
The restaurant is romantic— candle lit— Chan orders champagne, but Hyunjin isn’t old enough to drink so he settles for water. It’s really a shame, he thinks, because champagne would be so much more romantic, but he’ll have to make the best of it. There are worse things. It’s still perfect.
“Chan-hyung,” he says with a smile once they’ve finished eating. “Thanks for taking me out here. It was perfect.”
“No,” Chan says. “You’re perfect, Hyunjinnie.”
Hyunjin blushes, concealing a tiny smile. “Yeah?”
“Everyone dreams of having a boy that looks like you.” He reaches forward to caress Hyunjin’s cheek, and Hyunjin finds himself leaning into the touch. “And you’ve made me so happy, just having fun and fooling around, but I need to get serious. I have so many dreams, Hyunjinnie, and I want to take initiative before I lose my chance.”
Hyunjin feels sweaty. Is this it? Are they going to get married and have a beautiful wedding and live happily ever after?
“I have my future all planned out, princess. I want to be a lawyer— a senator— and I’ve been thinking about where you fit in. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and, Hyunjin, I think you and I...”
This is it. This is fucking—
“Hyunjin, I think we should break up,” Chan says.
“I—“ Hyunjin stands, but stops as his brain processes Chan’s words. “I’m sorry, what?” He stares at Chan for an uncomfortably long time, feeling empty as Chan’s hand slips from his face. “You’re breaking up with me?” He asks, voice broken. “But I... I thought... You were supposed to propose to me.” He feels tears welling up. “I’m not good enough?”
“No, princess- ah! Hyunjin,” he corrects quickly. “Listen, you’re wonderful, but you’re... you’re not what I’m looking for. You’re not... serious.” He rambles on. “I mean, you’re really pretty, and you give great blowjobs, but if I want to be a politician, I need a boy who doesn’t wear pastel pink and make flower crowns— someone who wants a degree in law, and not...” he gestures helplessly. “Fashion merchandising.”
“Channie-hyung, I—“
“Hyunjin, my family has really high expectations for me. I can’t just let them down.”
“Hyung, I’m from Vegas. My family owns a corporation! How is that not good enough? I’m not serious? What is that supposed to mean?” Hyunjin asks, bursting into tears.
“Princess—”
“Agh, nevermind,” Hyunjin sobs into his hands. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t fit into your fancy new life at Harvard? I’m tacky and girly and just a dumb pretty boy? I’m not serious?” He stands up. “I know one thing, Hyung, and it’s that am seriously in love with you.”