(✌) LET’S TALK ABOUT –– @baddestrin :
He wasn’t called. Usually he was called. However, it was very seungri-like for him to show up uninvited. It wasn’t easy to “be there” for her when she was across oceans. And it wasn’t easy seeing her deal with anything by herself. She didn’t need to pour out her heart, but he could be there to provide more than a “it’ll be okay.” He’d pushed it further, buying a plane ticket… getting on a plane without a single person noticing (though, he’d become a pro at this.)
He wasn’t worried as he’d been twice before. She had someone in a romantic sense to be the literal shoulder to lean on. He was confident, but a little drop-in couldn’t hurt. He’d also, unfortunately, had seen clips flying around. Lee Seungri was still– for lack of a better word– Lee Chaerin’s biggest fan. He’d seen her try to cook and immediately bought a plane ticket. He’d thought about it for hours on the flight. what was good for comfort-dish? Something fast. He’d taken a detour on his ride over to her home in sunny-side-not-Seoul-South-Korea land. A little grocery shopping. A little muttering from his manager. Nothin’ too bad.
It was not a surprise to he, when she wasn’t prepared to see him at the door. With groceries. As casual as Lee Seungri knew to be, he rolled his eyes, fingers combing down his fringe. “Step aside, kid. It’s time for Chef Seungchan to liven up your life.”
@sngriyah
The feeling of her day, week, maybe even month could be summed up with a shoulder shrug, foggy uncertainty lain thick over a torrent of emotions. There was more negative than positive to her thoughts and enough of them to swim in, drown in. When the doorbell rang she contemplated lazing, waiting for them to leave. There wasn’t anybody to expect at the moment and most people texted first anyway, but something seemed too insistent about it for her to ignore. They weren’t gonna leave her alone. Fully prepared to inform the person they had the wrong house it was more than a shock for her to see Seungri at her door. Words couldn’t even be processed before she stood aside, letting him walk right in. A testament to their comfortable relationship, but she needed to know why and when and how and who, what, where did he come from?
Had she drunk texted him, butt dialed him, come to him in a dream? Or had he texted her he was coming and taken her phone negligence to mean she’d agreed. Following after him as if it were his house they were in instead she got out the first of a few questions that needed answering. “You’re cooking? Here? When did you even.... why?” It came out jumbled but she expected he’d get the gist and give her some background info on the whole situation.
“I mean it’s nice to see you, but... did you just happen to be around...” she squinted at the bags in his arms and rounded the edge of a counter she’d almost walked into. He was disorientating that was for sure, but she already knew he wasn’t the kind to half ass these things. “you’ve already livened it up, but I definitely don’t remembering hiring a private chef.”
