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inspired by this tweet where op recored their initial reactions to each other at the beginning of a fancall and they're both a little in *shock*
You’re a bundle of nerves sitting in front of your phone, hands shaking as you constantly check and recheck your appearance in the mirror. You look great, your reflection informs you. As you should, you’ve been meticulously planning this day for weeks including what to say, what to where, and how to set up your phone. Your plan wasn’t to seduce him per se, you knew there wasn’t really any point in all that. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t still want him to find you attractive. Maybe even one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever seen. Okay, so maybe that was a bit much to ask for but you’d settle for top ten.
Which is why you’d begin getting ready almost five hours prior to the meeting time, including additional time to account for your the occasional nervous breakdown. The result, though, was great. Your hair looked good, falling in defined curls and dyed a color that perfectly complemented the deepness of your skin tone. For your makeup, you’d decided on something natural yet sexy, lips lined and glossy while the smokiness to your eyes added a definite appeal. And your outfit was simple, especially since he wouldn’t be seeing much of it anyway, going with a top that made your neckline look pretty.
Still, above everything, you just hope things wouldn’t be awkward and that the two of you can vibe with easy conversation. An uncomfortable, laggy fancall was quite literally your worse fear. And than anything you just wanted to impart some sort of encouragement and support, hoping the both of you could just have fun.
Which is why, when you hear that familiar tingling that signals the call is about to begin and every word you’ve ever learned— English and Korean— is flushed from your brain, you feel bile begin to rise in your throat.
Only then the loading screen flickers and he’s there. And for a moment it seems the both of you seem to be caught by surprise, eyes meeting through the screen.
Your first thought is Jesus Christ, he’s real. Like actually real and not just a little singing and dancing man on your screen.
And your second is that he’s beautiful, just as pretty as you gush about him being at two in the morning when you're watching YouTube compilations. As well as handsome and hot and all the synonyms you can think of. The sharp, hard structure of his face and pretty freckles on his skin. The way his hair is styled, long and dark and a little messy in the front. And how the jewelry he's donned glitters in the lights. This look is lethal, enough to have your brain stalling for the first few seconds.
And somewhere in the back of your mind you only briefly register the expression on his face. The way his lips part and eyes offer one slow blink as they look you up and down. Is he… checking you out?
“Hi,” You say finally, voice breathy and nervous around the edges.
The corner of his mouth tilts up in a smile and he sings, “Hello!”
Unable to help the energy bubbling within you, you offer a small giggle, beginning simply. “How are you, Wooyoung?”
He mirrors your laugh with a small one of his own, leaning in a bit closer to the screen as he answers, “I’m good. How are you?”
“I’m great,” You beam, truthfully, “Even better now that I’m talking to you.”
Wooyoung only smiles that shy smile of his, cheekbones high and his eyes shining in the fluorescent lights.
“You look great,” You add, prompted by the heart fluttering image of him on your screen.
His smile widens and he nods, silver jewelry in his ears shifting with the movement. “Thank you! you look great too, I like your earrings.”
Your head grows a little fuzzy at the sudden praise, your hand immediately going to fidget with the large gold hoops situated in your ears.
“Aw, thank you! You too—“
“And your lip color,” He interrupts, leaning further into the screen as he motions to his own lips, “It’s very pretty.”
It takes everything in you not to squeal at his words, doing your best to remain composed as another small laugh falls from your lined lips.
Then, coyly covering your face you chide, “Aw stop, I’m shy… What else?”
Fluttering of your lashes, you look at him expectantly. Only to break character when his expression shifts to one of surprise and amusement. And when Wooyoung laughs a sense of accomplishment spiders through your chest.
“But wait, speaking of jewelry and fashion we have to talk about you at the fashion show!”
There’s a bit of a lag, but eventually he nods, pushing the earbuds farther into his ear in order to hear you better.
“You looked so good! And I loved that jacket, I need it for real.”
“Really?” He questions, a smirk growing on his lips.
“Of course, the fit was great. And you could just tell your vibes were awesome. I loved to see you and the members exploring that field. Especially, with such confidence and grace.”
You hadn’t meant to gush but at seeing the expression on Wooyoung face you decide it wasn’t all that bad. He looks crossed between shy and proud, smile still boarding on smug.
“Thank you, I appreciate that. And I’m glad you liked it.”
“‘Course,” You grin fondly.
Then, pressing the mic a little closer to his lips to ensure you can hear his next words clearly he adds, “I still have that jacket. I’ll send it to you, what your address?”
You can’t help but laugh at that, playing flattered as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Then, to see how far you can take the joke, you try, “Only if you deliver it me to personally.”
This has its intended purpose of pulling another laugh from the captivating man on your screen, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Okay, maybe,” he says. And even though you’re sure it’s an empty offer you can help the way your heart trips over itself.
“I really like your style recently too,” You find yourself saying after a beat, “This is my favorite hairstyle on you. Long hair is totally your look, Wooyoungie.”
The line along with the nickname slip out uncontrollably, the short two second lag enough time to grow embarrassed, immediately apologizing as you hold back a face palm.
Wooyoung only laughs, eyes lighting up in recognition of the viral TikTok sound before reassuring, “You’re kinda funny.”
You can only nod, still basking in a bit of the embarrassment but able to joke about it as you do a mini-bow and quip, “Thank you, I try.”
And just like that, the big red numbers appear at the bottom of your screen and begin your countdown. So, fighting off the growing sadness in your gut at the thought of parting you smile.
“It was so nice to talk to you, Wooyoung! You’re doing great and I’ll always be here to support you!”
“Thank you,” He nods, eyes fluttering closed briefly as he soaks in your words. Then, he smiles widely, eyes heavy as he urges, “Come back, okay? I will remember you!”
Your brows raise, caught by surprise. “Me?”
“Yes, of course. I will remember you,” He repeats, giggling as he leans in once more so that now his face takes up the entirety of the screen.
You feel your skin warm, both at his words and the intensity of his gaze, only managing to grin in reply.
Then, with seconds to spare, he questions, “What is your name?”
Still, feeling in a daze and not completely sure any of this is real you give him your name. He repeats it thoughtfully under his breath, before muttering a quiet, “Pretty.”
And just like that, before you can even remember to wave, he’s gone and you’re left staring at a blank screen.
What the heck just happened?