Alex · @singilus
29th Jun 2015 from TwitLonger
fake boyfriends chankai
ahaha for @galbijiim and also @kaipuppy because birthday
Cy impulsively begs his new coworker, Jongin,to pretend to be his bf bc his parents will be here in 10 seconds w/ a matchmaker. (https://twitter.com/chankaiprompts/status/600357738598764544)
Chanyeol can't believe this is happening. A matchmaker. They're in New York, not in Seoul. Actually Chanyeol's never really lived in Seoul even if that's where his parents met. Through a matchmaker. But he's not even thirty yet, and he doesn't want a pretty girl who will know how to cook all his favorite Korean dishes and who will love him devotedly. He's more than capable of cooking for himself and he would gladly do it for someone he finds by himself and loves dearly. But that is what his mother wants for him. And what his mother wants for him is what his father wants for him. And so they're both on the way to his office, to pick him up, bringing along a <i>matchmaker</i>, an absolute professional and very agreeable at that, his mother has assured him. He needs a plan. A way out.
"Jongin," he breaths as he manages to bump into the new tax counsel in his department, who just started last week and still flinches at Chanyeol's loud words and too uncoordinated swipes of papers during meetings. Jongin, a new baby of their team, with soft eyes and mouth, with a body of a sex god, with hair always swept up carefully, and with lazy smirks when he thinks no one is watching and he's just managed to impress someone. Jongin who every girl on floors three to seven now has a crush from, who is dressed in a nice suit and wears shiny shoes and his cuffs and collar are ironed stiff and who is so very conveniently Korean. Perfect. "Jongin, I need a little assistance."
Jongin startles again and lets himself be dragged into the elevator. Chanyeol's lucky because no one joins them before the door closes. He has six floors to persuade Jongin to do this. No time to waste then. He drops to his knees, and grabs for both of Jongin's hands.
"I need help. My parents. A matchmaker. I'm too young to get married. To a girl. I'm not even into girls that much," Ah so much information, probably too much by the way Jongin's sleepy eyes widen and become alert. "A matchmaker," Chanyeol repeats. "She's coming because my parents are afraid I will die alone before I manage to give them at least three grandchildren, and I can't. I can't go to set up dates with cute Korean girls. I need a fake boyfriend, now. Please?"
Chanyeol must look silly. He knows his left eye twitches with nerves, and he's still on his knees clutching on Jongin's hands. They feel kind of nice, warm and maybe a little clammy, and Jongin has a blue smudge on his right index finger from a ball pen.
"Please?" Chanyeol repeats himself. Jongin opens his mouth to say something, and he's shaking his head a little, like he can't believe what he's hearing or maybe like he thinks Chanyeol is crazy and he's going to reject him and ask to be transferred to another team. The elevator door opens then, and they're in the lobby, and right there, just outside the elevator door, stand his parents and a tiny women in blue suit and hair pulled into a tight knot on top of her head.
"Chanyeol?" his mother asks. Chanyeol only manages to blink, speechless like he only gets when his mom looks at him like this, confused and disapproving.
"What are you doing?" he hears next, but it's Jongin who's asking this, and his eyes have gone soft again, his fingers squeezing around Chanyeol's somehow.
"I ... I know this is sudden," Chanyeol mutters, still pleading with his eyes.
"Yes, it is," Jongin nods. "Now get up and introduce me to your parents. We'll talk about rings and engagement when we're somewhere private? I ... I have to think about it," he finishes, voice quiet and eyes on their intertwined fingers rather than on Chanyeol's face. Chanyeol's heart starts beating triple it's normal pace, like he's just ran a race, and his ears turn just as red as Jongin's, and the door starts closing before his mother sets foot in it, looking between them, bewildered.
"Engagement?" she questions. Chanyeol only now realizes he's never really mentioned it at home, that he might like boys. It's Jongin that pulls him up into his very shaky legs. Chanyeol looks down at him and at his parents, and his mother is smiling tentatively at Jongin now, and Chanyeol realizes she already <i>likes</i> him. Of course she does, just like Chanyeol immediately liked him, the moment Jongin introduced himself, smiling the same shy smile he's giving his mother now, bowing politely.
"Yeah," he breaths out. "I ... suddenly realized I shouldn't wait anymore," Chanyeol says, squeezing Jongin's fingers. "Sorry for springing it on you like this."
Jongin blinks, and there it is that tiny smirk on his lips like he knows a secret. He does now, Chanyeol figures, their own private not so little secret. And whoa fake fiancé scream so much more trouble than fake boyfriend, but suddenly Chanyeol is grinning widely, winningly at his parents, and his heart is light, dare he say joyful.