#maneoyoona

“I don’t wanna go.”

Typical, really. When was the last time Beomseok had willingly gone to any sort of event? She couldn’t remember— though, it was probably best not to bring that up. Knowing Yoona, she’d spout off the exact date and time that the medic had been last seen going somewhere on her own accord. 

“But you’re already all dressed up, don’t you wanna show off?” Yoona, bless her heart, had really stepped her game up from ‘because I said so’ and was at least trying other ways to convince her. Seok may not be buying it, but she got brownie points for it anyway. The medic was dressed in the most formal jumpsuit she owned, forever refusing to wear a dress for the sake of the Yi reputation or whatever shit her family went on about. Even just buckling the straps of her heels pained her mentally, knowing she’d much rather show up in the sneakers and loose flannel she’d had on earlier that day. She might just be kicked out of the gang for that. Honestly, it would just be better if she didn’t show. But Yoona wasn’t having that.

“No? Byeol’s seen my outfit, you’ve seen my outfit... that’s enough, I think.” The parrot squawked from where he was resting in the corner, acknowledging having heard his name. “See? He wants me to stay home, sorry Yoona! Hope you have a good time,” Seok plastered on a mock polite smile, stepping backwards as if the other might just give it up and let her be. That was wishful thinking.

“Seok, please?” Oh. Were those puppy eyes? “I don’t have a date and I can’t arrive alone. C’mon, be my date...” She’d really stepped her game up. How was Beomseok supposed to say no to puppy eyes and the ‘but I’m lonely’ card?

The medic groaned. “Fine. But if a single person asks me to put in a good word for them with uncle Hyun, I’m getting the fuck out of there immediately, I swear to God.”