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Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.
Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.
"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."
His hyung was one of the most talented and dedicated people he knew, but Jeongin was pretty sure his fatal flaw was also those same things. The talent got trapped in the perfectionism, and the dedication meant that he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he was happy with his project.
Thankfully, Jeongin was plenty used to being the outside party that made the hard decisions, and he was well versed at his job of pulling Channie Hyung out of his focus to see that the bigger picture was in fact incredible.
This time, that meant pulling back the whiteboard scribbled over with all the ideas for the promposal, and showing that Chan that almost all of them would guarantee joyful tears of agreement, and every single one would result in a yes anyway, because who wouldn't want to go to prom with his amazing hyung.
"Look," Jeongin said, trying to calm his hyung down from his panicked state, "I don't think it matters which of the ideas you decide to go with, you'll do great either way. But if it gives you peace of mind, we can go through all of them again. Let's start with this one." He pointed to the top left corner of the whiteboard.
It was the simplest of all the ideas Chan had come up with, which wasn't saying much since it was still rather complicated. It involved the recipient getting a hand written note each day from one of their friends. Each note had a letter on it and when put together they spelled out PROM. On day four, Chan would give the final note (letter M) with a bouquet of roses and their favourite candy and ask them to prom. Simple in theory but banking on several factors (the askee keeping all the notes or remembering the letters in order, the friends actually getting the note to the recipient, Chan not panicking at the last second)
As soon as I.N pointed to it, Chan shook his head violently.
"It's too easy, it needs to be something special."
Jeongin groaned and tilted his head back. "Hyuuuuung, you are making this way more difficult than it needs to be. Fine, what about this one?" He pointed to the next idea located more towards the center of the board.
This idea included Chan renting a private single-engine plane that would carry a banner with "PROM?" written across it. Chan would then descend from a ladder, holding a bouquet of the recipient's favorite flowers.
Chan cringed, "Erm....maybe not that one seems a bit over the top..."
Chan looked embarrassed, his ears turning bright red and a hand rubbing at his equally blushing neck.
"I thought maybe I could just keep it simple? Be straightforward and ask, " he said, unsure. "But where would I ask? And when? Would they even say yes?"
Jeongin took in how earnest he looked; at this moment, there was nothing Chan wanted more than getting this right.
"How about somewhere private, with a nice view?" He offered. "Somewhere where there's a romantic atmosphere, but you aren't worried about anybody watching you."
Jeogin knew he had been nervous about the promposal for weeks now. Every day someone or the other had giant fanfare events that could be heard across campus, and then he'd hear tittering about it for the rest of the day. Most of the whispers he'd hears assured him that the elaborateness of the promposal did in fact chart directly with how much you loved your partner. That's a lot of pressure to put on a poster!
"I think that's perfect." He finally said, and seeing the relieved smile on his hyung's face, Jeogin knew that he had finally come to the realization that Channie Hyung and his partner were all that mattered. They weren't the public proposal kind of people anyways.
"Okay, then! Now the important part- we need to find the perfect place for the two of you, and write your speech!"
“Oh gosh! A speech. Right. I can do that. I write all the time! I’ll just-“ it was obvious that Chan was working himself up again, and right when everything seemed to be going well.
“Woah, hey, let’s not focus on the speech right now. Let’s start by picking a location. How’s that sound?” Chan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath like he was trying to manually reset himself. When he opened his eyes, he nodded at his dongsaeng.
“Yeah okay. That sounds good, but” There was a pause like he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. “does it need to be classically romantic or can it just be a place that’s special to us?”
Jeongin thought for a moment, "I think it would mean the most to them if it's somewhere that you both enjoy. Somewhere that has a special meaning to both of you."
Chan nodded, "Okay, then I have the perfect place. I'll ask them to accompany me to the place where we had our first date. I took them to a private garden that I found during my first few days here. To this day, I have yet to see anyone else there," a small genuine smile spread across his face as he looked down at his fingers. A light pink hue stretches from his neck to the tips of his ears.
Jeongin admired the kind of relationship his hyung had with his partner. Even though they were all still young, the two of them seemed to be very mature in how they approached their relationship and their care for each other went deeper than just a silly high school crush. The way Chan talked about his partner was the way Jeongin wanted to talk about his own partner one day as well. It was no wonder Chan was so insistant this promposal had to be perfect.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Jeongins mouth.
“It is truly a perfect place, hyung.” Jeongin nodded slowly his head, that faint smile still present on his face. Chan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Somehow, Jeongins approval meant to him more than he had expected.
Nodding faintly, Chan wondered, "I don't wan't to make a huge show or anything, but maybe it would be nice if we had some lights? And maybe our song playing in the background?"
Jeongin didn't know which garden Chan Hyung's promposal was set for, but a lot of the back gardens were old and sometimes decommissioned, which meant the pathways were unmaintained too. Of course his responsible elder was thinking for the practical safety of his partner. And well, music was the most important thing in Channie Hyung's life, second probably only to his partner.
"That sounds really nice, hyung," Jeongin said, smiling at him.
"Is that enough though? Maybe I should sing them the song instead of having it just play in the background?" Chan wondered aloud. "I could go back to our idea of hiring Jisung and Changbin as my backup dancers. Should I?" Chan paused in his spiraling for a moment. "No, they would hate that. That's not romantic at all. What am I thinking?"
“Calm down, hyung” Jeongin sighed and put his hands on Chan’s shoulders to ground him for a moment before starts spiraling again.
“As much as I love Hannie hyung and Binnie hyung, you are right. Them doing pirouettes in the background is far from something that fits a romantic scenery.” He chuckled softly at the sheer thought of those two doing a whole routine while Chan hyung would be seconds away from fainting from the stress of it all.
“Let’s start from the basics shall we?” Jeongin said. “You said no one is really visiting that garden. Is it even presentable now?” he asked.
Jeongin could see Channie hyung recentering himself, and his brow furrowed as he thought. "It's not what most people would see as presentable, but that's the charm for them. The garden in its authentic state as nature wishes for it to be."
"The path there though... we haven't been in a while either, so it's really been running wild."
If he just sent Chan Hyung out with a machete to clear the brush in his white tank under the hot sun, Jeongin is pretty sure that would be an appealing enough promposal for his partner.
"How about this, hyung: We go to the garden today to see if the path is currently usable and think about where you want to put up the lights. Then we come back and make our plans for the time and date and we can start drafting your speech. How does that sound?"
Chan just looked at him and nodded.
Jeongin grinned, relieved they were on a more concrete path again. "Great! Let's go then!"
They walked for a bit longer than Jeongin expected and with every few steps there greenery around them was becoming more and more unkept. He started to have a second thought if they’ll be able to tackle it without a proper equipment.
“We’re almost there I promise…” Chan said with an apologetic smile on his face.
Suddenly, they heard a crashing noise, and out of the trees behind them, burst Seungmin, panting and out of breath.
"Have you seen about, fifteen chinchillas tied to about, fifty balloons?"
Jeongin and Chan looked at each other, and then back to Seungmin.
"If I say no," Chan started, "How much trouble are you about to be in?"
"None with the school. Plenty with the Felix Promposal Organizational committee." Seungmin replied smartly.
They all shuddered simultaneously. That was a rough spot to be in, but Chan and Jeongin couldn't help, and advised Seungmin instead...
"If you tied balloons to them, shouldn't they be super visible?," Jeongin said, confused about how one could lose fifteen chinchillas and fifty balloons at once.
"Well, technically yes," Seungmin started with a sort of sheepish look on his face, "but not if the balloons are green and they ran away into the bushes." Jeongin was still wondering why the hell someone would bring chinchillas tied to green balloons to a promposal of all things, but bit back a sarcastic comment. Seungmin was clearly in enough distress already.
"Have you tried luring them out with treats," Chan suggested instead.
"Oh. That's a good idea, actually. Thanks Hyung." and with that Seungmin pulls out his phone mumbling something about texting Han since he was 'sure Han knew what chinchillas ate as he practically is one'.
With that miniature crisis somewhat solved, Chan and IN continued their walk to the garden. Suddenly something rose up out of one of the bushes. It was a very small Chinchilla with a very full balloon and it was starting to float away.
"SEUNGMIN! I think we found your chinchillas!" Chan was just about to lung at the flying rodent when...
He saw some MORE chinchillas just floating around near the path leading to the garden.
"No,this cannot be happening. Innie, those chinchillas arent ACTUALLY in the gardens...right?? Anywhere but there hahaha",Chan laughed nervously as he speedwalked towards the garden, with Jeongin following just behind.
"Please. Please. Please," Chan muttered as he finally made it to the gardens. Much to his horror, the Chinchillas were all over the gardens, and balloons littered the ground. "Oh come on..." he groaned.
Jeongin came up from behind him and saw everything, his eyes widening. "Okay, Hyung, don't freak out. It's going to be fine." Jeongin said, patting Chan on the shoulder. "We just have to...clean this up. Somehow."
IN surveyed the damage. There were popped balloons, strings, chinchillas and of course all the things that come with chinchillas (yuck). He stooped down to start picking up some debris, avoiding the chinchillas as much as possible.
"Look on the bright side, Hyung, we still have a few days before the promposal. We can call Felix and co to come collect their chinchillas and then pick up all the trash and cut back the bushes. Then all we need to do is find a hose or something to spray off the sidewalks and get some solarpowered string lights to hang in the trees." Chan nodded shakily, still looking a bit shellshocked.
"I will get this taken care of, Hyung." I.N gently guided Chan away, dragging his eyes from where they were still stuck on the rodent size wreckages. "Why don't we work on something else in the meantime."
"R-right, yeah." Chan sighed, finally letting I.N pull him out of the garden. "I need to decide which version of the song I want to do," He looked down the long path, and then back at the garden.
"You don't think... that was a sign or something? Not to go through with this?"
"What? Hyung, No! You should still do this! I know you're nervous, but just because Seungmin messed up doesn't mean you give up." Jeongin said. "How about you go work on your speech while I get Felix and co. to help clean this mess up."
Chan nodded and let out a heavy sigh as he made his way back to the club room to decide which version of the song he was going to use and how he was going to ask.
Chan sat at a table in the corner of the club room, switching back and forth between tabs on his laptop. It was not an easy decision to make. On the one hand, the slower, more melodic version of the song was perfect for the romantic setting he was looking for. On the other hand, his partner was a big fan of the dubstep remix that he had made a while ago, so that was more like their song than the slow version. There was also the silly acapella version he had recorded one time while he was bored and couldn't fall asleep at 11pm. He wasn't considering it seriously at first but after failing to decide between the other two, he thought he might as well cover all his bases. The acapella version would make his partner laugh, for sure.
With that out of the way, all that was left to work on was the speech. But what should he say? He wanted it to be deep and meaningful, fully expressing how much he loves them and wants to make cheesy memories with them but at the same time he didn’t want it to be too long and them get bored.
The songs run time was only 3-ish minutes so if he kept his speech a similar amount of time it wouldn’t be too bad.
Great short and sweet and deep and meaningful. Yeah. He could do that. He’s a song writer for goodness sakes! So why can’t he come up with any words?
He pushed back his laptop and drops his head down onto the table with a loud thud just in time for someone to walk in the club room.
Chan squints up to see who has witnessed his moment of weakness and shame when he's meant to be a shining beacon of leadership for Teacup club... And then lets his head drop again, because it's just Hyunjin, who has seen him in much worse states.
"I'm thinking of shaving my hair and becoming a monk, eternally loveless and without material goods." He mumbles into the table.
Hyunjin tsks at him, running his hands though Chan's hair and sighing. "I heard there's someone who would be very disappointed if you got rid of your quote unquote lucious locks." Chan's head shoots up again.
"Then again I suppose a monk doesn't need to know that there's been rumors about a certain someone going prom shopping..."
"Wait. Prom shopping?!" Chan said staring at Hyunjin, "Already?"He groaned and dropped his head once more. "How is it I haven't even asked them yet and they're already Prom shopping."
"Hyung, you're being a bit dramatic you know? And that saying a lot coming from me considering I'm the king of dramatics," Hyunjin sighed and sat next Chan. "Why haven't you asked yet? Honestly it's all they've been able to talk about. So if you leave to become a monk then that'll just devastate them."
"What are you so worried about hmm?" Hyunjin asked. "I don't think there's any doubt in their mind that you two are going to prom together. Your promposal is just a matter of formality."
"But it has to be perfect!" Chan insisted because it did. Because his partner deserved nothing less than perfection.
"Is your love for them wavering?" Hyunjin asked abruptly.
Chan recoiled, "What? No, of course not! I love them wholeheartedly."
"Do you lack giving then any of your attention or affection?"
He shook his head so fast it gave him a bit of vertigo, "I love them with all my heart and everything I am."
Hyunjin smiled, knowing that these were exactly the responses he expected, "Then, I think hyung, you love them as perfectly as you can, and there's nothing better you can give them."
"But what should I wear? Should I bring them flowers?" Chan worked himself into a panic again.
"Just be yourself. Do they like flowers? Then buy them flowers, or don't, they'll love it either way." Hyunjin made sure to look straight into Chan's eyes to make sure he got it this time. "I promise they'll love it either way."
Before Chan could say anything in reply, his phone rang. It was an out of breath sounding Jeongin. "Hi hyung! I have good news and bad news, which do you wanna hear first?"
"Oh god- tell me the bad. So I have something to live for afterwards."
Jeongin startled, staring down Chan, "Now what have we said about self talk like this?"
"I have many things to live for like myself and seven dongsaengs who love me." Chan recited tiredly.
"Right yes good, remember that. Now, the bad news."
"Hit me."
"In trying to lure the chinchillas out, they somehow managed to spill the entire bag. Now they DID get the chinchillas, buts apparently it's a very attractive wildlife treat and like, everything wants to eat it."
Jeongin hesitates. "Ummmm it luckily only attracts deer and herbivores so...... no rabid badger attacks?"
"Thats the good news?" Chan asks, running a hand through his hair.
"Yep, just trying to put a positive spin on things" jeongin replies with his signature cinnamon-roll smile. "Oh! Hows it going with the setup by the way?" He adds, suddenly excited.
"Weeell", Chan starts, searching for Hyunjin gaze for encouragement, "I decided I'll tell them tonight." Hyunjin nods and smiles proudly at him. "Oh god, I'll really do it. It will be simple and from my heart."
"Everything will be fine, hyung!", he could hear the happiness in Jeongin's voice, "I know you'll sway them away! But, uhh, you will bring them to the garden?"
"Yeah, that's the plan?" Chan furrowed his brows "Is everything okay?"
"Uh, on a scale of 0 to 10, how much they like disney kind of scenarios?
"Jeongin-ah, just how many wildlife the treats attracted?"
Chan started to weigh the possibilities. Where should he take them at night? A nice restaurant? Nah, he didn't make any reservations.
"You know what? I'm bringing them here." He decided with determination.
"TO YOUR BEDROOM?" Jeongin asked desperately.
"What? NO! To the teacup lounge. It's a nice place, we can work on the lighting to make it more romantic, play some nice tune... I just need to change and buy some flowers"
With a somewhat more specific plan formed and a quick phone call with Changbin in which the other was instructed to buy fairy lights and candles, Chan and Hyunjin headed off to pick out flowers. As the self-proclaimed flower-connoisseur, Hyunjin insisted on accompanying Chan to the flower shop.
Now, Hyunjin was walking around the shop, examining all the options and mumbling to himself. "Red roses are a classic, of course, although maybe a bit too much for a promposal. White or pink roses on the other hand... That could be an option."
Chan was drawn to another corner of the shop where the same flowers in various colours were displayed. He knew that to someone like Hyunjin the meaning of flowers had a lot of weight. But to him and his partner flowers were just something pretty to look at and his partner would surely appreciate a colourful bouquet more than one with carefully analyzed meaning.
"I think I really like these actually," Chan said, pointing at the wall of bulk flowers. He checked a tag and saw "Alstroemeria" and also "$1", and knew he could afford a whole lounge full of these- $36 dollar roses, not so much.
"You really do have good instincts hyung," Hyunjin smiled at him, "Alstroemerias are known to be the flower of devotion and enduring bonds."
Chan felt the tip of ears warming and the feeling of something not so unknown resting in his chest.
"I really want it to last..." He muttered to himself.
"You're doing the most important step: the first!" Hyunjin squeezed his shoulders, "Hey, I think carnations would go well with alstroemerias too, what do you think?"
"Sure! Let's head to the cashier". Chan mentally thanked his friend for supporting him, feeling the tension leave his shoulders.
Chan had never been particularly fond of trying on clothes. The whole process was exhausting and he never liked the way he looked anyways. But IN knew him well enough to not present anything too flashy. The shirt was a soft white cotton button down with a wide neck so he wouldn’t feel like he was suffocating. The pants were soft too, not too formal not too casual.
Of course there were accessories (rings, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets) but over all the outfit was simple, chic, and oh so boyfriend.
Once the outfit was finished, the reality of the situation began to set in. Chan was going to prompose to the most wonderful person in the world and he didn’t even have a speech. Or a way to play the song.
Han had just walked in when he heard Chan's panicked outburst. "Leave the song to me, hyung," he said. "You've got some versions of the same one picked out, right?"
Chan looked up. He practically had stars in his eyes, "You'll take care of it?"
"Of course. Just send me the ones you've picked out, and I'll choose which one to use." Han said, walking over and placing a hand on Chan's shoulder.
Chan let out a sigh of relief, "Thanks, Hannie. Alright, the only thing left to do is go get them. Wish me luck." Chan turned to leave the club room.
Whenever they had a date night either Chan or his partner would pick the other up at their place. He was unusually nervous as he paced the steps in front of their door, which, given the events of the day, was probably appropriate. He was wearing the nice outfit Jeongin had picked out and held the flowers hidden behind his back to have them be at least somewhat of a surprise. After a deep breath to calm down his racing heart, he finally rang the doorbell.
He heard hurried steps approach the door. Then it swung open and there in the doorway, wearing a nice blue button up and pair of black pants, stood Minho.
For a second, Chan's brain was stunned into silence. Something about his partner wearing Chan's club color made the promposal location change feel like destiny.
His boyfriend's double blink was the thing that made Chan remeber that he had yet to say anything.
"Hi, handsome. I, uh, brought these for you. I hope you like them." Chan could feel his face getting red but Lino just took the flowers with a glowing smile that made his nose scrunch up.
"Thank you Chan-ah. Were are we headed to this evening?"
Chan pulled out his phone to see the all clear messages from Han and Changbin. He took his love's hand and said
The feeling of Minho's hand in his was not unfamiliar to Chan, but he was suddenly hyperaware of how tight he was holding on and how much his palms were sweaty and did he remember the way back to the dorm?
Did Changbin manage to get the lights and candles up without setting the building on fire? Was Han going to rap over the entire song he'd picked out? So many of his beloved friends helped him set this up and there were so many ways for them to send it spiraling and oh god was there enough air in the room?
Chan suddenly jerked to a stop, hand pulled taut behind him as he suddenly realized Minho was stopped a few steps behind him, and he had been so in his head he hadn't even noticed.
"Love, what's eating you alive right now?" Minho asked, a small smile on his face.
Chan let out a breath and turned back to Minho. "I just have a surprise for you, and I'm hoping that everything will be perfect and that none of the people I asked to help messed it up."
Minho's smile widened just a bit. He stepped forward towards Chan. "My love, you do know that regardless of what you do, I'm going to say yes, right?"
Chan's breath hitched, and then his shoulders dropped just slightly. Of course, Minho knew what was going on. Why wouldn't he? He knows Chan better than Chan knows himself.
"What am I going to do with you? You know all my secrets." Chan said.
Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.
Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.
"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."
His hyung was one of the most talented and dedicated people he knew, but Jeongin was pretty sure his fatal flaw was also those same things. The talent got trapped in the perfectionism, and the dedication meant that he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he was happy with his project.
Thankfully, Jeongin was plenty used to being the outside party that made the hard decisions, and he was well versed at his job of pulling Channie Hyung out of his focus to see that the bigger picture was in fact incredible.
This time, that meant pulling back the whiteboard scribbled over with all the ideas for the promposal, and showing that Chan that almost all of them would guarantee joyful tears of agreement, and every single one would result in a yes anyway, because who wouldn't want to go to prom with his amazing hyung.
"Look," Jeongin said, trying to calm his hyung down from his panicked state, "I don't think it matters which of the ideas you decide to go with, you'll do great either way. But if it gives you peace of mind, we can go through all of them again. Let's start with this one." He pointed to the top left corner of the whiteboard.
It was the simplest of all the ideas Chan had come up with, which wasn't saying much since it was still rather complicated. It involved the recipient getting a hand written note each day from one of their friends. Each note had a letter on it and when put together they spelled out PROM. On day four, Chan would give the final note (letter M) with a bouquet of roses and their favourite candy and ask them to prom. Simple in theory but banking on several factors (the askee keeping all the notes or remembering the letters in order, the friends actually getting the note to the recipient, Chan not panicking at the last second)
As soon as I.N pointed to it, Chan shook his head violently.
"It's too easy, it needs to be something special."
Jeongin groaned and tilted his head back. "Hyuuuuung, you are making this way more difficult than it needs to be. Fine, what about this one?" He pointed to the next idea located more towards the center of the board.
This idea included Chan renting a private single-engine plane that would carry a banner with "PROM?" written across it. Chan would then descend from a ladder, holding a bouquet of the recipient's favorite flowers.
Chan cringed, "Erm....maybe not that one seems a bit over the top..."
Chan looked embarrassed, his ears turning bright red and a hand rubbing at his equally blushing neck.
"I thought maybe I could just keep it simple? Be straightforward and ask, " he said, unsure. "But where would I ask? And when? Would they even say yes?"
Jeongin took in how earnest he looked; at this moment, there was nothing Chan wanted more than getting this right.
"How about somewhere private, with a nice view?" He offered. "Somewhere where there's a romantic atmosphere, but you aren't worried about anybody watching you."
Jeogin knew he had been nervous about the promposal for weeks now. Every day someone or the other had giant fanfare events that could be heard across campus, and then he'd hear tittering about it for the rest of the day. Most of the whispers he'd hears assured him that the elaborateness of the promposal did in fact chart directly with how much you loved your partner. That's a lot of pressure to put on a poster!
"I think that's perfect." He finally said, and seeing the relieved smile on his hyung's face, Jeogin knew that he had finally come to the realization that Channie Hyung and his partner were all that mattered. They weren't the public proposal kind of people anyways.
"Okay, then! Now the important part- we need to find the perfect place for the two of you, and write your speech!"
“Oh gosh! A speech. Right. I can do that. I write all the time! I’ll just-“ it was obvious that Chan was working himself up again, and right when everything seemed to be going well.
“Woah, hey, let’s not focus on the speech right now. Let’s start by picking a location. How’s that sound?” Chan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath like he was trying to manually reset himself. When he opened his eyes, he nodded at his dongsaeng.
“Yeah okay. That sounds good, but” There was a pause like he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. “does it need to be classically romantic or can it just be a place that’s special to us?”
Jeongin thought for a moment, "I think it would mean the most to them if it's somewhere that you both enjoy. Somewhere that has a special meaning to both of you."
Chan nodded, "Okay, then I have the perfect place. I'll ask them to accompany me to the place where we had our first date. I took them to a private garden that I found during my first few days here. To this day, I have yet to see anyone else there," a small genuine smile spread across his face as he looked down at his fingers. A light pink hue stretches from his neck to the tips of his ears.
Jeongin admired the kind of relationship his hyung had with his partner. Even though they were all still young, the two of them seemed to be very mature in how they approached their relationship and their care for each other went deeper than just a silly high school crush. The way Chan talked about his partner was the way Jeongin wanted to talk about his own partner one day as well. It was no wonder Chan was so insistant this promposal had to be perfect.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Jeongins mouth.
“It is truly a perfect place, hyung.” Jeongin nodded slowly his head, that faint smile still present on his face. Chan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Somehow, Jeongins approval meant to him more than he had expected.
Nodding faintly, Chan wondered, "I don't wan't to make a huge show or anything, but maybe it would be nice if we had some lights? And maybe our song playing in the background?"
Jeongin didn't know which garden Chan Hyung's promposal was set for, but a lot of the back gardens were old and sometimes decommissioned, which meant the pathways were unmaintained too. Of course his responsible elder was thinking for the practical safety of his partner. And well, music was the most important thing in Channie Hyung's life, second probably only to his partner.
"That sounds really nice, hyung," Jeongin said, smiling at him.
"Is that enough though? Maybe I should sing them the song instead of having it just play in the background?" Chan wondered aloud. "I could go back to our idea of hiring Jisung and Changbin as my backup dancers. Should I?" Chan paused in his spiraling for a moment. "No, they would hate that. That's not romantic at all. What am I thinking?"
“Calm down, hyung” Jeongin sighed and put his hands on Chan’s shoulders to ground him for a moment before starts spiraling again.
“As much as I love Hannie hyung and Binnie hyung, you are right. Them doing pirouettes in the background is far from something that fits a romantic scenery.” He chuckled softly at the sheer thought of those two doing a whole routine while Chan hyung would be seconds away from fainting from the stress of it all.
“Let’s start from the basics shall we?” Jeongin said. “You said no one is really visiting that garden. Is it even presentable now?” he asked.
Jeongin could see Channie hyung recentering himself, and his brow furrowed as he thought. "It's not what most people would see as presentable, but that's the charm for them. The garden in its authentic state as nature wishes for it to be."
"The path there though... we haven't been in a while either, so it's really been running wild."
If he just sent Chan Hyung out with a machete to clear the brush in his white tank under the hot sun, Jeongin is pretty sure that would be an appealing enough promposal for his partner.
"How about this, hyung: We go to the garden today to see if the path is currently usable and think about where you want to put up the lights. Then we come back and make our plans for the time and date and we can start drafting your speech. How does that sound?"
Chan just looked at him and nodded.
Jeongin grinned, relieved they were on a more concrete path again. "Great! Let's go then!"
They walked for a bit longer than Jeongin expected and with every few steps there greenery around them was becoming more and more unkept. He started to have a second thought if they’ll be able to tackle it without a proper equipment.
“We’re almost there I promise…” Chan said with an apologetic smile on his face.
Suddenly, they heard a crashing noise, and out of the trees behind them, burst Seungmin, panting and out of breath.
"Have you seen about, fifteen chinchillas tied to about, fifty balloons?"
Jeongin and Chan looked at each other, and then back to Seungmin.
"If I say no," Chan started, "How much trouble are you about to be in?"
"None with the school. Plenty with the Felix Promposal Organizational committee." Seungmin replied smartly.
They all shuddered simultaneously. That was a rough spot to be in, but Chan and Jeongin couldn't help, and advised Seungmin instead...
"If you tied balloons to them, shouldn't they be super visible?," Jeongin said, confused about how one could lose fifteen chinchillas and fifty balloons at once.
"Well, technically yes," Seungmin started with a sort of sheepish look on his face, "but not if the balloons are green and they ran away into the bushes." Jeongin was still wondering why the hell someone would bring chinchillas tied to green balloons to a promposal of all things, but bit back a sarcastic comment. Seungmin was clearly in enough distress already.
"Have you tried luring them out with treats," Chan suggested instead.
"Oh. That's a good idea, actually. Thanks Hyung." and with that Seungmin pulls out his phone mumbling something about texting Han since he was 'sure Han knew what chinchillas ate as he practically is one'.
With that miniature crisis somewhat solved, Chan and IN continued their walk to the garden. Suddenly something rose up out of one of the bushes. It was a very small Chinchilla with a very full balloon and it was starting to float away.
"SEUNGMIN! I think we found your chinchillas!" Chan was just about to lung at the flying rodent when...
He saw some MORE chinchillas just floating around near the path leading to the garden.
"No,this cannot be happening. Innie, those chinchillas arent ACTUALLY in the gardens...right?? Anywhere but there hahaha",Chan laughed nervously as he speedwalked towards the garden, with Jeongin following just behind.
"Please. Please. Please," Chan muttered as he finally made it to the gardens. Much to his horror, the Chinchillas were all over the gardens, and balloons littered the ground. "Oh come on..." he groaned.
Jeongin came up from behind him and saw everything, his eyes widening. "Okay, Hyung, don't freak out. It's going to be fine." Jeongin said, patting Chan on the shoulder. "We just have to...clean this up. Somehow."
IN surveyed the damage. There were popped balloons, strings, chinchillas and of course all the things that come with chinchillas (yuck). He stooped down to start picking up some debris, avoiding the chinchillas as much as possible.
"Look on the bright side, Hyung, we still have a few days before the promposal. We can call Felix and co to come collect their chinchillas and then pick up all the trash and cut back the bushes. Then all we need to do is find a hose or something to spray off the sidewalks and get some solarpowered string lights to hang in the trees." Chan nodded shakily, still looking a bit shellshocked.
"I will get this taken care of, Hyung." I.N gently guided Chan away, dragging his eyes from where they were still stuck on the rodent size wreckages. "Why don't we work on something else in the meantime."
"R-right, yeah." Chan sighed, finally letting I.N pull him out of the garden. "I need to decide which version of the song I want to do," He looked down the long path, and then back at the garden.
"You don't think... that was a sign or something? Not to go through with this?"
"What? Hyung, No! You should still do this! I know you're nervous, but just because Seungmin messed up doesn't mean you give up." Jeongin said. "How about you go work on your speech while I get Felix and co. to help clean this mess up."
Chan nodded and let out a heavy sigh as he made his way back to the club room to decide which version of the song he was going to use and how he was going to ask.
Chan sat at a table in the corner of the club room, switching back and forth between tabs on his laptop. It was not an easy decision to make. On the one hand, the slower, more melodic version of the song was perfect for the romantic setting he was looking for. On the other hand, his partner was a big fan of the dubstep remix that he had made a while ago, so that was more like their song than the slow version. There was also the silly acapella version he had recorded one time while he was bored and couldn't fall asleep at 11pm. He wasn't considering it seriously at first but after failing to decide between the other two, he thought he might as well cover all his bases. The acapella version would make his partner laugh, for sure.
With that out of the way, all that was left to work on was the speech. But what should he say? He wanted it to be deep and meaningful, fully expressing how much he loves them and wants to make cheesy memories with them but at the same time he didn’t want it to be too long and them get bored.
The songs run time was only 3-ish minutes so if he kept his speech a similar amount of time it wouldn’t be too bad.
Great short and sweet and deep and meaningful. Yeah. He could do that. He’s a song writer for goodness sakes! So why can’t he come up with any words?
He pushed back his laptop and drops his head down onto the table with a loud thud just in time for someone to walk in the club room.
Chan squints up to see who has witnessed his moment of weakness and shame when he's meant to be a shining beacon of leadership for Teacup club... And then lets his head drop again, because it's just Hyunjin, who has seen him in much worse states.
"I'm thinking of shaving my hair and becoming a monk, eternally loveless and without material goods." He mumbles into the table.
Hyunjin tsks at him, running his hands though Chan's hair and sighing. "I heard there's someone who would be very disappointed if you got rid of your quote unquote lucious locks." Chan's head shoots up again.
"Then again I suppose a monk doesn't need to know that there's been rumors about a certain someone going prom shopping..."
"Wait. Prom shopping?!" Chan said staring at Hyunjin, "Already?"He groaned and dropped his head once more. "How is it I haven't even asked them yet and they're already Prom shopping."
"Hyung, you're being a bit dramatic you know? And that saying a lot coming from me considering I'm the king of dramatics," Hyunjin sighed and sat next Chan. "Why haven't you asked yet? Honestly it's all they've been able to talk about. So if you leave to become a monk then that'll just devastate them."
"What are you so worried about hmm?" Hyunjin asked. "I don't think there's any doubt in their mind that you two are going to prom together. Your promposal is just a matter of formality."
"But it has to be perfect!" Chan insisted because it did. Because his partner deserved nothing less than perfection.
"Is your love for them wavering?" Hyunjin asked abruptly.
Chan recoiled, "What? No, of course not! I love them wholeheartedly."
"Do you lack giving then any of your attention or affection?"
He shook his head so fast it gave him a bit of vertigo, "I love them with all my heart and everything I am."
Hyunjin smiled, knowing that these were exactly the responses he expected, "Then, I think hyung, you love them as perfectly as you can, and there's nothing better you can give them."
"But what should I wear? Should I bring them flowers?" Chan worked himself into a panic again.
"Just be yourself. Do they like flowers? Then buy them flowers, or don't, they'll love it either way." Hyunjin made sure to look straight into Chan's eyes to make sure he got it this time. "I promise they'll love it either way."
Before Chan could say anything in reply, his phone rang. It was an out of breath sounding Jeongin. "Hi hyung! I have good news and bad news, which do you wanna hear first?"
"Oh god- tell me the bad. So I have something to live for afterwards."
Jeongin startled, staring down Chan, "Now what have we said about self talk like this?"
"I have many things to live for like myself and seven dongsaengs who love me." Chan recited tiredly.
"Right yes good, remember that. Now, the bad news."
"Hit me."
"In trying to lure the chinchillas out, they somehow managed to spill the entire bag. Now they DID get the chinchillas, buts apparently it's a very attractive wildlife treat and like, everything wants to eat it."
Jeongin hesitates. "Ummmm it luckily only attracts deer and herbivores so...... no rabid badger attacks?"
"Thats the good news?" Chan asks, running a hand through his hair.
"Yep, just trying to put a positive spin on things" jeongin replies with his signature cinnamon-roll smile. "Oh! Hows it going with the setup by the way?" He adds, suddenly excited.
"Weeell", Chan starts, searching for Hyunjin gaze for encouragement, "I decided I'll tell them tonight." Hyunjin nods and smiles proudly at him. "Oh god, I'll really do it. It will be simple and from my heart."
"Everything will be fine, hyung!", he could hear the happiness in Jeongin's voice, "I know you'll sway them away! But, uhh, you will bring them to the garden?"
"Yeah, that's the plan?" Chan furrowed his brows "Is everything okay?"
"Uh, on a scale of 0 to 10, how much they like disney kind of scenarios?
"Jeongin-ah, just how many wildlife the treats attracted?"
Chan started to weigh the possibilities. Where should he take them at night? A nice restaurant? Nah, he didn't make any reservations.
"You know what? I'm bringing them here." He decided with determination.
"TO YOUR BEDROOM?" Jeongin asked desperately.
"What? NO! To the teacup lounge. It's a nice place, we can work on the lighting to make it more romantic, play some nice tune... I just need to change and buy some flowers"
With a somewhat more specific plan formed and a quick phone call with Changbin in which the other was instructed to buy fairy lights and candles, Chan and Hyunjin headed off to pick out flowers. As the self-proclaimed flower-connoisseur, Hyunjin insisted on accompanying Chan to the flower shop.
Now, Hyunjin was walking around the shop, examining all the options and mumbling to himself. "Red roses are a classic, of course, although maybe a bit too much for a promposal. White or pink roses on the other hand... That could be an option."
Chan was drawn to another corner of the shop where the same flowers in various colours were displayed. He knew that to someone like Hyunjin the meaning of flowers had a lot of weight. But to him and his partner flowers were just something pretty to look at and his partner would surely appreciate a colourful bouquet more than one with carefully analyzed meaning.
"I think I really like these actually," Chan said, pointing at the wall of bulk flowers. He checked a tag and saw "Alstroemeria" and also "$1", and knew he could afford a whole lounge full of these- $36 dollar roses, not so much.
"You really do have good instincts hyung," Hyunjin smiled at him, "Alstroemerias are known to be the flower of devotion and enduring bonds."
Chan felt the tip of ears warming and the feeling of something not so unknown resting in his chest.
"I really want it to last..." He muttered to himself.
"You're doing the most important step: the first!" Hyunjin squeezed his shoulders, "Hey, I think carnations would go well with alstroemerias too, what do you think?"
"Sure! Let's head to the cashier". Chan mentally thanked his friend for supporting him, feeling the tension leave his shoulders.
Chan had never been particularly fond of trying on clothes. The whole process was exhausting and he never liked the way he looked anyways. But IN knew him well enough to not present anything too flashy. The shirt was a soft white cotton button down with a wide neck so he wouldn’t feel like he was suffocating. The pants were soft too, not too formal not too casual.
Of course there were accessories (rings, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets) but over all the outfit was simple, chic, and oh so boyfriend.
Once the outfit was finished, the reality of the situation began to set in. Chan was going to prompose to the most wonderful person in the world and he didn’t even have a speech. Or a way to play the song.
Han had just walked in when he heard Chan's panicked outburst. "Leave the song to me, hyung," he said. "You've got some versions of the same one picked out, right?"
Chan looked up. He practically had stars in his eyes, "You'll take care of it?"
"Of course. Just send me the ones you've picked out, and I'll choose which one to use." Han said, walking over and placing a hand on Chan's shoulder.
Chan let out a sigh of relief, "Thanks, Hannie. Alright, the only thing left to do is go get them. Wish me luck." Chan turned to leave the club room.
Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.
Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.
"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."
His hyung was one of the most talented and dedicated people he knew, but Jeongin was pretty sure his fatal flaw was also those same things. The talent got trapped in the perfectionism, and the dedication meant that he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he was happy with his project.
Thankfully, Jeongin was plenty used to being the outside party that made the hard decisions, and he was well versed at his job of pulling Channie Hyung out of his focus to see that the bigger picture was in fact incredible.
This time, that meant pulling back the whiteboard scribbled over with all the ideas for the promposal, and showing that Chan that almost all of them would guarantee joyful tears of agreement, and every single one would result in a yes anyway, because who wouldn't want to go to prom with his amazing hyung.
"Look," Jeongin said, trying to calm his hyung down from his panicked state, "I don't think it matters which of the ideas you decide to go with, you'll do great either way. But if it gives you peace of mind, we can go through all of them again. Let's start with this one." He pointed to the top left corner of the whiteboard.
It was the simplest of all the ideas Chan had come up with, which wasn't saying much since it was still rather complicated. It involved the recipient getting a hand written note each day from one of their friends. Each note had a letter on it and when put together they spelled out PROM. On day four, Chan would give the final note (letter M) with a bouquet of roses and their favourite candy and ask them to prom. Simple in theory but banking on several factors (the askee keeping all the notes or remembering the letters in order, the friends actually getting the note to the recipient, Chan not panicking at the last second)
As soon as I.N pointed to it, Chan shook his head violently.
"It's too easy, it needs to be something special."
Jeongin groaned and tilted his head back. "Hyuuuuung, you are making this way more difficult than it needs to be. Fine, what about this one?" He pointed to the next idea located more towards the center of the board.
This idea included Chan renting a private single-engine plane that would carry a banner with "PROM?" written across it. Chan would then descend from a ladder, holding a bouquet of the recipient's favorite flowers.
Chan cringed, "Erm....maybe not that one seems a bit over the top..."
Chan looked embarrassed, his ears turning bright red and a hand rubbing at his equally blushing neck.
"I thought maybe I could just keep it simple? Be straightforward and ask, " he said, unsure. "But where would I ask? And when? Would they even say yes?"
Jeongin took in how earnest he looked; at this moment, there was nothing Chan wanted more than getting this right.
"How about somewhere private, with a nice view?" He offered. "Somewhere where there's a romantic atmosphere, but you aren't worried about anybody watching you."
Jeogin knew he had been nervous about the promposal for weeks now. Every day someone or the other had giant fanfare events that could be heard across campus, and then he'd hear tittering about it for the rest of the day. Most of the whispers he'd hears assured him that the elaborateness of the promposal did in fact chart directly with how much you loved your partner. That's a lot of pressure to put on a poster!
"I think that's perfect." He finally said, and seeing the relieved smile on his hyung's face, Jeogin knew that he had finally come to the realization that Channie Hyung and his partner were all that mattered. They weren't the public proposal kind of people anyways.
"Okay, then! Now the important part- we need to find the perfect place for the two of you, and write your speech!"
“Oh gosh! A speech. Right. I can do that. I write all the time! I’ll just-“ it was obvious that Chan was working himself up again, and right when everything seemed to be going well.
“Woah, hey, let’s not focus on the speech right now. Let’s start by picking a location. How’s that sound?” Chan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath like he was trying to manually reset himself. When he opened his eyes, he nodded at his dongsaeng.
“Yeah okay. That sounds good, but” There was a pause like he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. “does it need to be classically romantic or can it just be a place that’s special to us?”
Jeongin thought for a moment, "I think it would mean the most to them if it's somewhere that you both enjoy. Somewhere that has a special meaning to both of you."
Chan nodded, "Okay, then I have the perfect place. I'll ask them to accompany me to the place where we had our first date. I took them to a private garden that I found during my first few days here. To this day, I have yet to see anyone else there," a small genuine smile spread across his face as he looked down at his fingers. A light pink hue stretches from his neck to the tips of his ears.
Jeongin admired the kind of relationship his hyung had with his partner. Even though they were all still young, the two of them seemed to be very mature in how they approached their relationship and their care for each other went deeper than just a silly high school crush. The way Chan talked about his partner was the way Jeongin wanted to talk about his own partner one day as well. It was no wonder Chan was so insistant this promposal had to be perfect.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Jeongins mouth.
“It is truly a perfect place, hyung.” Jeongin nodded slowly his head, that faint smile still present on his face. Chan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Somehow, Jeongins approval meant to him more than he had expected.
Nodding faintly, Chan wondered, "I don't wan't to make a huge show or anything, but maybe it would be nice if we had some lights? And maybe our song playing in the background?"
Jeongin didn't know which garden Chan Hyung's promposal was set for, but a lot of the back gardens were old and sometimes decommissioned, which meant the pathways were unmaintained too. Of course his responsible elder was thinking for the practical safety of his partner. And well, music was the most important thing in Channie Hyung's life, second probably only to his partner.
"That sounds really nice, hyung," Jeongin said, smiling at him.
"Is that enough though? Maybe I should sing them the song instead of having it just play in the background?" Chan wondered aloud. "I could go back to our idea of hiring Jisung and Changbin as my backup dancers. Should I?" Chan paused in his spiraling for a moment. "No, they would hate that. That's not romantic at all. What am I thinking?"
“Calm down, hyung” Jeongin sighed and put his hands on Chan’s shoulders to ground him for a moment before starts spiraling again.
“As much as I love Hannie hyung and Binnie hyung, you are right. Them doing pirouettes in the background is far from something that fits a romantic scenery.” He chuckled softly at the sheer thought of those two doing a whole routine while Chan hyung would be seconds away from fainting from the stress of it all.
“Let’s start from the basics shall we?” Jeongin said. “You said no one is really visiting that garden. Is it even presentable now?” he asked.
Jeongin could see Channie hyung recentering himself, and his brow furrowed as he thought. "It's not what most people would see as presentable, but that's the charm for them. The garden in its authentic state as nature wishes for it to be."
"The path there though... we haven't been in a while either, so it's really been running wild."
If he just sent Chan Hyung out with a machete to clear the brush in his white tank under the hot sun, Jeongin is pretty sure that would be an appealing enough promposal for his partner.
"How about this, hyung: We go to the garden today to see if the path is currently usable and think about where you want to put up the lights. Then we come back and make our plans for the time and date and we can start drafting your speech. How does that sound?"
Chan just looked at him and nodded.
Jeongin grinned, relieved they were on a more concrete path again. "Great! Let's go then!"
They walked for a bit longer than Jeongin expected and with every few steps there greenery around them was becoming more and more unkept. He started to have a second thought if they’ll be able to tackle it without a proper equipment.
“We’re almost there I promise…” Chan said with an apologetic smile on his face.
Suddenly, they heard a crashing noise, and out of the trees behind them, burst Seungmin, panting and out of breath.
"Have you seen about, fifteen chinchillas tied to about, fifty balloons?"
Jeongin and Chan looked at each other, and then back to Seungmin.
"If I say no," Chan started, "How much trouble are you about to be in?"
"None with the school. Plenty with the Felix Promposal Organizational committee." Seungmin replied smartly.
They all shuddered simultaneously. That was a rough spot to be in, but Chan and Jeongin couldn't help, and advised Seungmin instead...
"If you tied balloons to them, shouldn't they be super visible?," Jeongin said, confused about how one could lose fifteen chinchillas and fifty balloons at once.
"Well, technically yes," Seungmin started with a sort of sheepish look on his face, "but not if the balloons are green and they ran away into the bushes." Jeongin was still wondering why the hell someone would bring chinchillas tied to green balloons to a promposal of all things, but bit back a sarcastic comment. Seungmin was clearly in enough distress already.
"Have you tried luring them out with treats," Chan suggested instead.
"Oh. That's a good idea, actually. Thanks Hyung." and with that Seungmin pulls out his phone mumbling something about texting Han since he was 'sure Han knew what chinchillas ate as he practically is one'.
With that miniature crisis somewhat solved, Chan and IN continued their walk to the garden. Suddenly something rose up out of one of the bushes. It was a very small Chinchilla with a very full balloon and it was starting to float away.
"SEUNGMIN! I think we found your chinchillas!" Chan was just about to lung at the flying rodent when...
He saw some MORE chinchillas just floating around near the path leading to the garden.
"No,this cannot be happening. Innie, those chinchillas arent ACTUALLY in the gardens...right?? Anywhere but there hahaha",Chan laughed nervously as he speedwalked towards the garden, with Jeongin following just behind.
"Please. Please. Please," Chan muttered as he finally made it to the gardens. Much to his horror, the Chinchillas were all over the gardens, and balloons littered the ground. "Oh come on..." he groaned.
Jeongin came up from behind him and saw everything, his eyes widening. "Okay, Hyung, don't freak out. It's going to be fine." Jeongin said, patting Chan on the shoulder. "We just have to...clean this up. Somehow."
IN surveyed the damage. There were popped balloons, strings, chinchillas and of course all the things that come with chinchillas (yuck). He stooped down to start picking up some debris, avoiding the chinchillas as much as possible.
"Look on the bright side, Hyung, we still have a few days before the promposal. We can call Felix and co to come collect their chinchillas and then pick up all the trash and cut back the bushes. Then all we need to do is find a hose or something to spray off the sidewalks and get some solarpowered string lights to hang in the trees." Chan nodded shakily, still looking a bit shellshocked.
"I will get this taken care of, Hyung." I.N gently guided Chan away, dragging his eyes from where they were still stuck on the rodent size wreckages. "Why don't we work on something else in the meantime."
"R-right, yeah." Chan sighed, finally letting I.N pull him out of the garden. "I need to decide which version of the song I want to do," He looked down the long path, and then back at the garden.
"You don't think... that was a sign or something? Not to go through with this?"
"What? Hyung, No! You should still do this! I know you're nervous, but just because Seungmin messed up doesn't mean you give up." Jeongin said. "How about you go work on your speech while I get Felix and co. to help clean this mess up."
Chan nodded and let out a heavy sigh as he made his way back to the club room to decide which version of the song he was going to use and how he was going to ask.
Chan sat at a table in the corner of the club room, switching back and forth between tabs on his laptop. It was not an easy decision to make. On the one hand, the slower, more melodic version of the song was perfect for the romantic setting he was looking for. On the other hand, his partner was a big fan of the dubstep remix that he had made a while ago, so that was more like their song than the slow version. There was also the silly acapella version he had recorded one time while he was bored and couldn't fall asleep at 11pm. He wasn't considering it seriously at first but after failing to decide between the other two, he thought he might as well cover all his bases. The acapella version would make his partner laugh, for sure.
With that out of the way, all that was left to work on was the speech. But what should he say? He wanted it to be deep and meaningful, fully expressing how much he loves them and wants to make cheesy memories with them but at the same time he didn’t want it to be too long and them get bored.
The songs run time was only 3-ish minutes so if he kept his speech a similar amount of time it wouldn’t be too bad.
Great short and sweet and deep and meaningful. Yeah. He could do that. He’s a song writer for goodness sakes! So why can’t he come up with any words?
He pushed back his laptop and drops his head down onto the table with a loud thud just in time for someone to walk in the club room.
Chan squints up to see who has witnessed his moment of weakness and shame when he's meant to be a shining beacon of leadership for Teacup club... And then lets his head drop again, because it's just Hyunjin, who has seen him in much worse states.
"I'm thinking of shaving my hair and becoming a monk, eternally loveless and without material goods." He mumbles into the table.
Hyunjin tsks at him, running his hands though Chan's hair and sighing. "I heard there's someone who would be very disappointed if you got rid of your quote unquote lucious locks." Chan's head shoots up again.
"Then again I suppose a monk doesn't need to know that there's been rumors about a certain someone going prom shopping..."
"Wait. Prom shopping?!" Chan said staring at Hyunjin, "Already?"He groaned and dropped his head once more. "How is it I haven't even asked them yet and they're already Prom shopping."
"Hyung, you're being a bit dramatic you know? And that saying a lot coming from me considering I'm the king of dramatics," Hyunjin sighed and sat next Chan. "Why haven't you asked yet? Honestly it's all they've been able to talk about. So if you leave to become a monk then that'll just devastate them."
Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.
Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.
"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."
His hyung was one of the most talented and dedicated people he knew, but Jeongin was pretty sure his fatal flaw was also those same things. The talent got trapped in the perfectionism, and the dedication meant that he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he was happy with his project.
Thankfully, Jeongin was plenty used to being the outside party that made the hard decisions, and he was well versed at his job of pulling Channie Hyung out of his focus to see that the bigger picture was in fact incredible.
This time, that meant pulling back the whiteboard scribbled over with all the ideas for the promposal, and showing that Chan that almost all of them would guarantee joyful tears of agreement, and every single one would result in a yes anyway, because who wouldn't want to go to prom with his amazing hyung.
"Look," Jeongin said, trying to calm his hyung down from his panicked state, "I don't think it matters which of the ideas you decide to go with, you'll do great either way. But if it gives you peace of mind, we can go through all of them again. Let's start with this one." He pointed to the top left corner of the whiteboard.
It was the simplest of all the ideas Chan had come up with, which wasn't saying much since it was still rather complicated. It involved the recipient getting a hand written note each day from one of their friends. Each note had a letter on it and when put together they spelled out PROM. On day four, Chan would give the final note (letter M) with a bouquet of roses and their favourite candy and ask them to prom. Simple in theory but banking on several factors (the askee keeping all the notes or remembering the letters in order, the friends actually getting the note to the recipient, Chan not panicking at the last second)
As soon as I.N pointed to it, Chan shook his head violently.
"It's too easy, it needs to be something special."
Jeongin groaned and tilted his head back. "Hyuuuuung, you are making this way more difficult than it needs to be. Fine, what about this one?" He pointed to the next idea located more towards the center of the board.
This idea included Chan renting a private single-engine plane that would carry a banner with "PROM?" written across it. Chan would then descend from a ladder, holding a bouquet of the recipient's favorite flowers.
Chan cringed, "Erm....maybe not that one seems a bit over the top..."
Chan looked embarrassed, his ears turning bright red and a hand rubbing at his equally blushing neck.
"I thought maybe I could just keep it simple? Be straightforward and ask, " he said, unsure. "But where would I ask? And when? Would they even say yes?"
Jeongin took in how earnest he looked; at this moment, there was nothing Chan wanted more than getting this right.
"How about somewhere private, with a nice view?" He offered. "Somewhere where there's a romantic atmosphere, but you aren't worried about anybody watching you."
Jeogin knew he had been nervous about the promposal for weeks now. Every day someone or the other had giant fanfare events that could be heard across campus, and then he'd hear tittering about it for the rest of the day. Most of the whispers he'd hears assured him that the elaborateness of the promposal did in fact chart directly with how much you loved your partner. That's a lot of pressure to put on a poster!
"I think that's perfect." He finally said, and seeing the relieved smile on his hyung's face, Jeogin knew that he had finally come to the realization that Channie Hyung and his partner were all that mattered. They weren't the public proposal kind of people anyways.
"Okay, then! Now the important part- we need to find the perfect place for the two of you, and write your speech!"
“Oh gosh! A speech. Right. I can do that. I write all the time! I’ll just-“ it was obvious that Chan was working himself up again, and right when everything seemed to be going well.
“Woah, hey, let’s not focus on the speech right now. Let’s start by picking a location. How’s that sound?” Chan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath like he was trying to manually reset himself. When he opened his eyes, he nodded at his dongsaeng.
“Yeah okay. That sounds good, but” There was a pause like he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. “does it need to be classically romantic or can it just be a place that’s special to us?”
Jeongin thought for a moment, "I think it would mean the most to them if it's somewhere that you both enjoy. Somewhere that has a special meaning to both of you."
Chan nodded, "Okay, then I have the perfect place. I'll ask them to accompany me to the place where we had our first date. I took them to a private garden that I found during my first few days here. To this day, I have yet to see anyone else there," a small genuine smile spread across his face as he looked down at his fingers. A light pink hue stretches from his neck to the tips of his ears.
Jeongin admired the kind of relationship his hyung had with his partner. Even though they were all still young, the two of them seemed to be very mature in how they approached their relationship and their care for each other went deeper than just a silly high school crush. The way Chan talked about his partner was the way Jeongin wanted to talk about his own partner one day as well. It was no wonder Chan was so insistant this promposal had to be perfect.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Jeongins mouth.
“It is truly a perfect place, hyung.” Jeongin nodded slowly his head, that faint smile still present on his face. Chan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Somehow, Jeongins approval meant to him more than he had expected.
Nodding faintly, Chan wondered, "I don't wan't to make a huge show or anything, but maybe it would be nice if we had some lights? And maybe our song playing in the background?"
Jeongin didn't know which garden Chan Hyung's promposal was set for, but a lot of the back gardens were old and sometimes decommissioned, which meant the pathways were unmaintained too. Of course his responsible elder was thinking for the practical safety of his partner. And well, music was the most important thing in Channie Hyung's life, second probably only to his partner.
"That sounds really nice, hyung," Jeongin said, smiling at him.
"Is that enough though? Maybe I should sing them the song instead of having it just play in the background?" Chan wondered aloud. "I could go back to our idea of hiring Jisung and Changbin as my backup dancers. Should I?" Chan paused in his spiraling for a moment. "No, they would hate that. That's not romantic at all. What am I thinking?"
“Calm down, hyung” Jeongin sighed and put his hands on Chan’s shoulders to ground him for a moment before starts spiraling again.
“As much as I love Hannie hyung and Binnie hyung, you are right. Them doing pirouettes in the background is far from something that fits a romantic scenery.” He chuckled softly at the sheer thought of those two doing a whole routine while Chan hyung would be seconds away from fainting from the stress of it all.
“Let’s start from the basics shall we?” Jeongin said. “You said no one is really visiting that garden. Is it even presentable now?” he asked.
Jeongin could see Channie hyung recentering himself, and his brow furrowed as he thought. "It's not what most people would see as presentable, but that's the charm for them. The garden in its authentic state as nature wishes for it to be."
"The path there though... we haven't been in a while either, so it's really been running wild."
If he just sent Chan Hyung out with a machete to clear the brush in his white tank under the hot sun, Jeongin is pretty sure that would be an appealing enough promposal for his partner.
"How about this, hyung: We go to the garden today to see if the path is currently usable and think about where you want to put up the lights. Then we come back and make our plans for the time and date and we can start drafting your speech. How does that sound?"
Chan just looked at him and nodded.
Jeongin grinned, relieved they were on a more concrete path again. "Great! Let's go then!"
They walked for a bit longer than Jeongin expected and with every few steps there greenery around them was becoming more and more unkept. He started to have a second thought if they’ll be able to tackle it without a proper equipment.
“We’re almost there I promise…” Chan said with an apologetic smile on his face.
Suddenly, they heard a crashing noise, and out of the trees behind them, burst Seungmin, panting and out of breath.
"Have you seen about, fifteen chinchillas tied to about, fifty balloons?"
Jeongin and Chan looked at each other, and then back to Seungmin.
"If I say no," Chan started, "How much trouble are you about to be in?"
"None with the school. Plenty with the Felix Promposal Organizational committee." Seungmin replied smartly.
They all shuddered simultaneously. That was a rough spot to be in, but Chan and Jeongin couldn't help, and advised Seungmin instead...
"If you tied balloons to them, shouldn't they be super visible?," Jeongin said, confused about how one could lose fifteen chinchillas and fifty balloons at once.
"Well, technically yes," Seungmin started with a sort of sheepish look on his face, "but not if the balloons are green and they ran away into the bushes." Jeongin was still wondering why the hell someone would bring chinchillas tied to green balloons to a promposal of all things, but bit back a sarcastic comment. Seungmin was clearly in enough distress already.
"Have you tried luring them out with treats," Chan suggested instead.
"Oh. That's a good idea, actually. Thanks Hyung." and with that Seungmin pulls out his phone mumbling something about texting Han since he was 'sure Han knew what chinchillas ate as he practically is one'.
With that miniature crisis somewhat solved, Chan and IN continued their walk to the garden. Suddenly something rose up out of one of the bushes. It was a very small Chinchilla with a very full balloon and it was starting to float away.
"SEUNGMIN! I think we found your chinchillas!" Chan was just about to lung at the flying rodent when...
He saw some MORE chinchillas just floating around near the path leading to the garden.
"No,this cannot be happening. Innie, those chinchillas arent ACTUALLY in the gardens...right?? Anywhere but there hahaha",Chan laughed nervously as he speedwalked towards the garden, with Jeongin following just behind.
"Please. Please. Please," Chan muttered as he finally made it to the gardens. Much to his horror, the Chinchillas were all over the gardens, and balloons littered the ground. "Oh come on..." he groaned.
Jeongin came up from behind him and saw everything, his eyes widening. "Okay, Hyung, don't freak out. It's going to be fine." Jeongin said, patting Chan on the shoulder. "We just have to...clean this up. Somehow."
IN surveyed the damage. There were popped balloons, strings, chinchillas and of course all the things that come with chinchillas (yuck). He stooped down to start picking up some debris, avoiding the chinchillas as much as possible.
"Look on the bright side, Hyung, we still have a few days before the promposal. We can call Felix and co to come collect their chinchillas and then pick up all the trash and cut back the bushes. Then all we need to do is find a hose or something to spray off the sidewalks and get some solarpowered string lights to hang in the trees." Chan nodded shakily, still looking a bit shellshocked.
"I will get this taken care of, Hyung." I.N gently guided Chan away, dragging his eyes from where they were still stuck on the rodent size wreckages. "Why don't we work on something else in the meantime."
"R-right, yeah." Chan sighed, finally letting I.N pull him out of the garden. "I need to decide which version of the song I want to do," He looked down the long path, and then back at the garden.
"You don't think... that was a sign or something? Not to go through with this?"
"What? Hyung, No! You should still do this! I know you're nervous, but just because Seungmin messed up doesn't mean you give up." Jeongin said. "How about you go work on your speech while I get Felix and co. to help clean this mess up."
Chan nodded and let out a heavy sigh as he made his way back to the club room to decide which version of the song he was going to use and how he was going to ask.
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Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.
Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.
"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."
His hyung was one of the most talented and dedicated people he knew, but Jeongin was pretty sure his fatal flaw was also those same things. The talent got trapped in the perfectionism, and the dedication meant that he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he was happy with his project.
Thankfully, Jeongin was plenty used to being the outside party that made the hard decisions, and he was well versed at his job of pulling Channie Hyung out of his focus to see that the bigger picture was in fact incredible.
This time, that meant pulling back the whiteboard scribbled over with all the ideas for the promposal, and showing that Chan that almost all of them would guarantee joyful tears of agreement, and every single one would result in a yes anyway, because who wouldn't want to go to prom with his amazing hyung.
"Look," Jeongin said, trying to calm his hyung down from his panicked state, "I don't think it matters which of the ideas you decide to go with, you'll do great either way. But if it gives you peace of mind, we can go through all of them again. Let's start with this one." He pointed to the top left corner of the whiteboard.
It was the simplest of all the ideas Chan had come up with, which wasn't saying much since it was still rather complicated. It involved the recipient getting a hand written note each day from one of their friends. Each note had a letter on it and when put together they spelled out PROM. On day four, Chan would give the final note (letter M) with a bouquet of roses and their favourite candy and ask them to prom. Simple in theory but banking on several factors (the askee keeping all the notes or remembering the letters in order, the friends actually getting the note to the recipient, Chan not panicking at the last second)
As soon as I.N pointed to it, Chan shook his head violently.
"It's too easy, it needs to be something special."
Jeongin groaned and tilted his head back. "Hyuuuuung, you are making this way more difficult than it needs to be. Fine, what about this one?" He pointed to the next idea located more towards the center of the board.
This idea included Chan renting a private single-engine plane that would carry a banner with "PROM?" written across it. Chan would then descend from a ladder, holding a bouquet of the recipient's favorite flowers.
Chan cringed, "Erm....maybe not that one seems a bit over the top..."
Chan looked embarrassed, his ears turning bright red and a hand rubbing at his equally blushing neck.
"I thought maybe I could just keep it simple? Be straightforward and ask, " he said, unsure. "But where would I ask? And when? Would they even say yes?"
Jeongin took in how earnest he looked; at this moment, there was nothing Chan wanted more than getting this right.
"How about somewhere private, with a nice view?" He offered. "Somewhere where there's a romantic atmosphere, but you aren't worried about anybody watching you."
Jeogin knew he had been nervous about the promposal for weeks now. Every day someone or the other had giant fanfare events that could be heard across campus, and then he'd hear tittering about it for the rest of the day. Most of the whispers he'd hears assured him that the elaborateness of the promposal did in fact chart directly with how much you loved your partner. That's a lot of pressure to put on a poster!
"I think that's perfect." He finally said, and seeing the relieved smile on his hyung's face, Jeogin knew that he had finally come to the realization that Channie Hyung and his partner were all that mattered. They weren't the public proposal kind of people anyways.
"Okay, then! Now the important part- we need to find the perfect place for the two of you, and write your speech!"
“Oh gosh! A speech. Right. I can do that. I write all the time! I’ll just-“ it was obvious that Chan was working himself up again, and right when everything seemed to be going well.
“Woah, hey, let’s not focus on the speech right now. Let’s start by picking a location. How’s that sound?” Chan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath like he was trying to manually reset himself. When he opened his eyes, he nodded at his dongsaeng.
“Yeah okay. That sounds good, but” There was a pause like he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. “does it need to be classically romantic or can it just be a place that’s special to us?”
Jeongin thought for a moment, "I think it would mean the most to them if it's somewhere that you both enjoy. Somewhere that has a special meaning to both of you."
Chan nodded, "Okay, then I have the perfect place. I'll ask them to accompany me to the place where we had our first date. I took them to a private garden that I found during my first few days here. To this day, I have yet to see anyone else there," a small genuine smile spread across his face as he looked down at his fingers. A light pink hue stretches from his neck to the tips of his ears.
Jeongin admired the kind of relationship his hyung had with his partner. Even though they were all still young, the two of them seemed to be very mature in how they approached their relationship and their care for each other went deeper than just a silly high school crush. The way Chan talked about his partner was the way Jeongin wanted to talk about his own partner one day as well. It was no wonder Chan was so insistant this promposal had to be perfect.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Jeongins mouth.
“It is truly a perfect place, hyung.” Jeongin nodded slowly his head, that faint smile still present on his face. Chan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Somehow, Jeongins approval meant to him more than he had expected.
Nodding faintly, Chan wondered, "I don't wan't to make a huge show or anything, but maybe it would be nice if we had some lights? And maybe our song playing in the background?"
Jeongin didn't know which garden Chan Hyung's promposal was set for, but a lot of the back gardens were old and sometimes decommissioned, which meant the pathways were unmaintained too. Of course his responsible elder was thinking for the practical safety of his partner. And well, music was the most important thing in Channie Hyung's life, second probably only to his partner.
"That sounds really nice, hyung," Jeongin said, smiling at him.
"Is that enough though? Maybe I should sing them the song instead of having it just play in the background?" Chan wondered aloud. "I could go back to our idea of hiring Jisung and Changbin as my backup dancers. Should I?" Chan paused in his spiraling for a moment. "No, they would hate that. That's not romantic at all. What am I thinking?"
“Calm down, hyung” Jeongin sighed and put his hands on Chan’s shoulders to ground him for a moment before starts spiraling again.
“As much as I love Hannie hyung and Binnie hyung, you are right. Them doing pirouettes in the background is far from something that fits a romantic scenery.” He chuckled softly at the sheer thought of those two doing a whole routine while Chan hyung would be seconds away from fainting from the stress of it all.
“Let’s start from the basics shall we?” Jeongin said. “You said no one is really visiting that garden. Is it even presentable now?” he asked.
Jeongin could see Channie hyung recentering himself, and his brow furrowed as he thought. "It's not what most people would see as presentable, but that's the charm for them. The garden in its authentic state as nature wishes for it to be."
"The path there though... we haven't been in a while either, so it's really been running wild."
If he just sent Chan Hyung out with a machete to clear the brush in his white tank under the hot sun, Jeongin is pretty sure that would be an appealing enough promposal for his partner.
"How about this, hyung: We go to the garden today to see if the path is currently usable and think about where you want to put up the lights. Then we come back and make our plans for the time and date and we can start drafting your speech. How does that sound?"
Chan just looked at him and nodded.
Jeongin grinned, relieved they were on a more concrete path again. "Great! Let's go then!"
They walked for a bit longer than Jeongin expected and with every few steps there greenery around them was becoming more and more unkept. He started to have a second thought if they’ll be able to tackle it without a proper equipment.
“We’re almost there I promise…” Chan said with an apologetic smile on his face.
Suddenly, they heard a crashing noise, and out of the trees behind them, burst Seungmin, panting and out of breath.
"Have you seen about, fifteen chinchillas tied to about, fifty balloons?"
Jeongin and Chan looked at each other, and then back to Seungmin.
"If I say no," Chan started, "How much trouble are you about to be in?"
"None with the school. Plenty with the Felix Promposal Organizational committee." Seungmin replied smartly.
They all shuddered simultaneously. That was a rough spot to be in, but Chan and Jeongin couldn't help, and advised Seungmin instead...
"If you tied balloons to them, shouldn't they be super visible?," Jeongin said, confused about how one could lose fifteen chinchillas and fifty balloons at once.
"Well, technically yes," Seungmin started with a sort of sheepish look on his face, "but not if the balloons are green and they ran away into the bushes." Jeongin was still wondering why the hell someone would bring chinchillas tied to green balloons to a promposal of all things, but bit back a sarcastic comment. Seungmin was clearly in enough distress already.
"Have you tried luring them out with treats," Chan suggested instead.
"Oh. That's a good idea, actually. Thanks Hyung." and with that Seungmin pulls out his phone mumbling something about texting Han since he was 'sure Han knew what chinchillas ate as he practically is one'.
With that miniature crisis somewhat solved, Chan and IN continued their walk to the garden. Suddenly something rose up out of one of the bushes. It was a very small Chinchilla with a very full balloon and it was starting to float away.
"SEUNGMIN! I think we found your chinchillas!" Chan was just about to lung at the flying rodent when...
He saw some MORE chinchillas just floating around near the path leading to the garden.
"No,this cannot be happening. Innie, those chinchillas arent ACTUALLY in the gardens...right?? Anywhere but there hahaha",Chan laughed nervously as he speedwalked towards the garden, with Jeongin following just behind.
"Please. Please. Please," Chan muttered as he finally made it to the gardens. Much to his horror, the Chinchillas were all over the gardens, and balloons littered the ground. "Oh come on..." he groaned.
Jeongin came up from behind him and saw everything, his eyes widening. "Okay, Hyung, don't freak out. It's going to be fine." Jeongin said, patting Chan on the shoulder. "We just have to...clean this up. Somehow."
Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.
Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.
"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."
His hyung was one of the most talented and dedicated people he knew, but Jeongin was pretty sure his fatal flaw was also those same things. The talent got trapped in the perfectionism, and the dedication meant that he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he was happy with his project.
Thankfully, Jeongin was plenty used to being the outside party that made the hard decisions, and he was well versed at his job of pulling Channie Hyung out of his focus to see that the bigger picture was in fact incredible.
This time, that meant pulling back the whiteboard scribbled over with all the ideas for the promposal, and showing that Chan that almost all of them would guarantee joyful tears of agreement, and every single one would result in a yes anyway, because who wouldn't want to go to prom with his amazing hyung.
"Look," Jeongin said, trying to calm his hyung down from his panicked state, "I don't think it matters which of the ideas you decide to go with, you'll do great either way. But if it gives you peace of mind, we can go through all of them again. Let's start with this one." He pointed to the top left corner of the whiteboard.
It was the simplest of all the ideas Chan had come up with, which wasn't saying much since it was still rather complicated. It involved the recipient getting a hand written note each day from one of their friends. Each note had a letter on it and when put together they spelled out PROM. On day four, Chan would give the final note (letter M) with a bouquet of roses and their favourite candy and ask them to prom. Simple in theory but banking on several factors (the askee keeping all the notes or remembering the letters in order, the friends actually getting the note to the recipient, Chan not panicking at the last second)
As soon as I.N pointed to it, Chan shook his head violently.
"It's too easy, it needs to be something special."
Jeongin groaned and tilted his head back. "Hyuuuuung, you are making this way more difficult than it needs to be. Fine, what about this one?" He pointed to the next idea located more towards the center of the board.
This idea included Chan renting a private single-engine plane that would carry a banner with "PROM?" written across it. Chan would then descend from a ladder, holding a bouquet of the recipient's favorite flowers.
Chan cringed, "Erm....maybe not that one seems a bit over the top..."
Chan looked embarrassed, his ears turning bright red and a hand rubbing at his equally blushing neck.
"I thought maybe I could just keep it simple? Be straightforward and ask, " he said, unsure. "But where would I ask? And when? Would they even say yes?"
Jeongin took in how earnest he looked; at this moment, there was nothing Chan wanted more than getting this right.
"How about somewhere private, with a nice view?" He offered. "Somewhere where there's a romantic atmosphere, but you aren't worried about anybody watching you."
Jeogin knew he had been nervous about the promposal for weeks now. Every day someone or the other had giant fanfare events that could be heard across campus, and then he'd hear tittering about it for the rest of the day. Most of the whispers he'd hears assured him that the elaborateness of the promposal did in fact chart directly with how much you loved your partner. That's a lot of pressure to put on a poster!
"I think that's perfect." He finally said, and seeing the relieved smile on his hyung's face, Jeogin knew that he had finally come to the realization that Channie Hyung and his partner were all that mattered. They weren't the public proposal kind of people anyways.
"Okay, then! Now the important part- we need to find the perfect place for the two of you, and write your speech!"
“Oh gosh! A speech. Right. I can do that. I write all the time! I’ll just-“ it was obvious that Chan was working himself up again, and right when everything seemed to be going well.
“Woah, hey, let’s not focus on the speech right now. Let’s start by picking a location. How’s that sound?” Chan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath like he was trying to manually reset himself. When he opened his eyes, he nodded at his dongsaeng.
“Yeah okay. That sounds good, but” There was a pause like he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. “does it need to be classically romantic or can it just be a place that’s special to us?”
Jeongin thought for a moment, "I think it would mean the most to them if it's somewhere that you both enjoy. Somewhere that has a special meaning to both of you."
Chan nodded, "Okay, then I have the perfect place. I'll ask them to accompany me to the place where we had our first date. I took them to a private garden that I found during my first few days here. To this day, I have yet to see anyone else there," a small genuine smile spread across his face as he looked down at his fingers. A light pink hue stretches from his neck to the tips of his ears.
Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.
Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.
"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."
His hyung was one of the most talented and dedicated people he knew, but Jeongin was pretty sure his fatal flaw was also those same things. The talent got trapped in the perfectionism, and the dedication meant that he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he was happy with his project.
Thankfully, Jeongin was plenty used to being the outside party that made the hard decisions, and he was well versed at his job of pulling Channie Hyung out of his focus to see that the bigger picture was in fact incredible.
This time, that meant pulling back the whiteboard scribbled over with all the ideas for the promposal, and showing that Chan that almost all of them would guarantee joyful tears of agreement, and every single one would result in a yes anyway, because who wouldn't want to go to prom with his amazing hyung.
"Look," Jeongin said, trying to calm his hyung down from his panicked state, "I don't think it matters which of the ideas you decide to go with, you'll do great either way. But if it gives you peace of mind, we can go through all of them again. Let's start with this one." He pointed to the top left corner of the whiteboard.
It was the simplest of all the ideas Chan had come up with, which wasn't saying much since it was still rather complicated. It involved the recipient getting a hand written note each day from one of their friends. Each note had a letter on it and when put together they spelled out PROM. On day four, Chan would give the final note (letter M) with a bouquet of roses and their favourite candy and ask them to prom. Simple in theory but banking on several factors (the askee keeping all the notes or remembering the letters in order, the friends actually getting the note to the recipient, Chan not panicking at the last second)
As soon as I.N pointed to it, Chan shook his head violently.
"It's too easy, it needs to be something special."
Jeongin groaned and tilted his head back. "Hyuuuuung, you are making this way more difficult than it needs to be. Fine, what about this one?" He pointed to the next idea located more towards the center of the board.
This idea included Chan renting a private single-engine plane that would carry a banner with "PROM?" written across it. Chan would then descend from a ladder, holding a bouquet of the recipient's favorite flowers.
Chan cringed, "Erm....maybe not that one seems a bit over the top..."
Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.
Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.
"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."
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Bayan is an outcast amongst the Siyo, a people who have healing powers. Considered worthless because she doesn’t have the ability to heal others, Bayan is sent to the court of Dhan, the Great Sun Emperor, who is cursed with unrelenting bloodlust and slaughters his concubines mercilessly. It seems that Bayan’s fate is sealed the moment she reaches the emperor’s palace and Dhan is fated to suffer from madness forever... But together, Bayan and Dhan just might be able to change each other’s destiny.
Elixir Of The Sun is a historical romance about our main characters Dhan and Bayan overcoming fate and finding love in one another through trials and tribulations. The Manwha is adapted from the light novel "Lord Of The Sun" written by Soldam and does contain dark, sensitive and explicitly adult scenes where as the manhwa is careful to tone it down for a mature audience.
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Should you choose to read Elixir Of The Sun, please keep in mind that:
- sexual violence is part of its story in terms of information (no scene is ever depicted but there is a close call regarding the main character in chapters 9 & 10)
- depictions of self inflicted injuries (the main character has healing blood and has to stab herself multiple times throughout the story)
- a failed un-aliving attempt in chapters 41 & 42. The main character was sleepwalking.
- In Chapters 110 - 115 there is a extreme depiction of excessive blood and violence but no gore is present.
Thankfully, the story doesn't force its plot to have these things as the main point, it merely uses these plot devices to reinforce and focus on the romance and subtle fantasy plot surrounding the bond of Bayan and Dhan.
Friendly reminder to my fellow fanfic authors to be kind to each other, especially when similar story concepts seem to get used. We are all imaginative people and not all of us will read the entire supply of fan fiction on AO3 and Tumblr to verify if the idea has been used or not. Similarities can happen without directly being a thief. Please be kind to each other. Please be understanding. Maybe instead be honored that you share the same great mind with another person. Befriend them even. Don't witch hunt and get involved negatively on behalf of others unless they asked you to.
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