[myname] always like this
always like this
seyong starts a dating website. idk what a summary is.
seyong/chaejin | 1300 words | PG
Seyong has always been the kind of person to capitalize upon people's woes, regardless if they are his friends or not. So it's almost expected that he'd start a dating service in the weeks leading up to a not-so-special residential hall formal. Plus it is also in his interest to help his dear friends out.
"Dude, it's a hall formal. No one ever has dates for those things." Junkyu says while balancing three chemistry textbooks and a calculator on his thighs. "In fact, no one even goes. No one cares."
Seyong pauses in the middle of coding his new dating website to exchange glances with Gunwoo and Insoo, both of whom nod as a response. "You're wrong. People go. I'm going. They're going."
"That doesn't count. They don't even live here. I'm pretty sure they can't go."
"Neither do you. Now will you pose for my website? I mean I'd obviously pose myself, since my face is more photogenic, but I feel that'd be a little too conceited in terms of marketing. I want to promote a consumer-focused environment."
"Yeah, that's not happening, and you don't even live here either."
This is when Chaejin returns from his afternoon classes, about a fifteen minute walk from west campus. He just stands in the doorway and stares at all of them.
"Guys this is a violation of my privacy. What are you even doing here?"
"Aren't you suppose to be in class for..." Seyong glances down at his laptop, "at least another forty minutes?"
"Um... it was cancelled." Chaejin takes cautious steps into his own room and gently sets his bag down. "Seriously, is this like a frequent thing? You can't just hang out in my room when I'm not here."
"Then you shouldn't have given Seyong a spare key." Junkyu points out, "but I mean, he's almost kind of your roommate since he's here 90% of the time."
"But I didn't give him--" Chaejin turns abruptly to Seyong, who kicks Junkyu for always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
"IS THAT WHY MY STUFF IS ALWAYS MYSTERIOUSLY MISSING?" Chaejin points to Seyong. "IS THAT WHY YOU'RE WEARING MY T-SHIRT??"
"Um... no?" Seyong rubs his chest defensively.
"Oh we thought you knew..." Gunwoo says, cradling one of Chaejin's pillows, "But really you do have the largest single on campus."
"Guys. Let's talk business plans." Seyong interrupts before Chaejin has a breakdown. "Chaejin give me all the emails of everyone in this building. Go."
Seyong spends all of his lectures for the next few days coding his site, designing flyers, or mass spamming the res hall listserv. He's had to create three new emails because they kept blocking him. But eventually the word had gotten out and his business began to take off.
"So how many customers do you have so far?" Chaejin sits down across from Seyong in his temporary office, which is also conveniently Chaejin's dorm room.
"Um... none, technically, but I have 50 hits on the webpage, so 50 potential customers."
"Oh... that sounds great... business must really be booming..."
"Potentially booming, yes."
"Great..."
"Yeah."
"Awesome..."
"Do you need something, Chaejin?"
"No I just... uh... you know wouldn't it be hilarious if I filled one of those out for fun... just to see who I'd potentially get paired with... as a joke...? That'd be funny."
They sit in silence for a few seconds and Chaejin squirms in his seat.
"Alright." Seyong doesn't bat an eye as he retrieves a questionnaire sheet from his desk.
"You know you'd have more customers if this process were more anonymous... just saying... as a general observation. It's probably intimidating for people to make the first move like this. It's not exactly a proud moment.... for other people I mean."
Seyong props his head up on his elbows and leans forward a bit, "yeah but what's the fun in that?"
Chaejin chuckles nervously as he reaches for the questionnaire.
"That'll be 20 dollars."
"What."
"That's the standard registration fee."
"But Seyong..."
"You're right, considering it's you..." Seyong slides the sheet forward and holds out his hand, "I'm going to need the money upfront."
Chaejin looks completely unamused and would have outright refused if not for that lingering bit of curiosity within him. Also it'd be nice if he had a date to a dance for once in his life.
He begrudgingly drops a twenty dollar bill into Seyong's open hand and immediately turns away to start bubbling in the sheet.
Even if Chaejin was his only customer, Seyong still considers it a relative success. He's twenty dollars richer than when he started.
He wouldn't consider it a failure, just a lack of proper advertisement: his emails were blacklisted from the listserv, his flyers had been grotesquely defaced by immature hoodlums who still think drawing dicks on people's faces is funny (Seyong knew using himself as the face of his company was too conceited of a move). He makes a mental note of this marketing strategy for his future entrepreneurial efforts. But he's got his money, so now it's time for the second part of his plan.
When Chaejin opens his door, flips on the lights, and sees Seyong sitting square in the middle of his bed, he nearly has a premature heart attack. "God please don't do that and what are you even doing here?"
Chaejin came back from hall formal a little earlier than Seyong had expected.
"Waiting for you to come back. So tell me how was your date?" Seyong asks, already knowing the answer, for there was no one to set Chaejin up with, not that he had even intended to set him up with anyone in the first place.
Chaejin sinks down into the bed next to Seyong and attempts to shrug his jacket off. "She never showed."
Seyong bites his lip, knowing that the reason for his absent date. Chaejin turns to burry his face in his pillow and kicks Seyong in the process. Perhaps he also knows.
"I spent the entire time next to the snack bowl." Chaejin groans. "Now I'm stuffed. This is like middle school and high school all over again."
"There, there." Seyong pats his friend's shoulder. "Now that you're back, let's go."
"What?"
"I'm taking you somewhere. Let's go."
"No. I'm too tired."
"Yeah I don't think I really gave you a choice. Let's go."
Seyong drags the limp Chaejin up, wraps him in a jacket, and pushes him out the door. Chaejin protests the whole way, dragging his feet and leaning as much weight as possible upon Seyong, even when they're in line at the move theater, even when Seyong buys two tickets with his newly earned twenty dollar bill, and even when he sits them both down in the very front row.
He complains throughout the previews and into the movie and Seyong shuts him up by clamping a hand over his mouth.
Chaejin huffs, but unadmittedly he kind of likes the warm of Seyong's hand. He throws a handful of popcorn at him and Seyong kicks him in response. Seyong smiles when he feels Chaejin smiling underneath his hand.
What remains unsaid throughout the rest of the movie, even when the credits roll, even on their walk back to Chaejin's room, and even with the ice cream pit stop in between, is that Seyong is probably the best friend Chaejin has ever had.
Who else would create a fake dating service just to con his money, then sabotage his date, then use his money to take him out afterwards?
It must have paid off, because Chaejin doesn't even complain when Seyong kicks off his shoes later, invites himself into Chaejin's twin bed, and takes up most of the room.
In the moments before falling asleep, Seyong makes the mental note that in the future he needs to come up with less elaborate ways to take Chaejin to a movie.
It might be a bit too bold, but maybe he could just ask him next time.
a/n: i don't even know why i'm posting this here. legitimately wrote it in less than twenty minutes. i hold no responsibility for this.
result of listening to nothing but myname all day
seyong starts a dating website. idk what a summary is.
seyong/chaejin | 1300 words | PG
Seyong has always been the kind of person to capitalize upon people's woes, regardless if they are his friends or not. So it's almost expected that he'd start a dating service in the weeks leading up to a not-so-special residential hall formal. Plus it is also in his interest to help his dear friends out.
"Dude, it's a hall formal. No one ever has dates for those things." Junkyu says while balancing three chemistry textbooks and a calculator on his thighs. "In fact, no one even goes. No one cares."
Seyong pauses in the middle of coding his new dating website to exchange glances with Gunwoo and Insoo, both of whom nod as a response. "You're wrong. People go. I'm going. They're going."
"That doesn't count. They don't even live here. I'm pretty sure they can't go."
"Neither do you. Now will you pose for my website? I mean I'd obviously pose myself, since my face is more photogenic, but I feel that'd be a little too conceited in terms of marketing. I want to promote a consumer-focused environment."
"Yeah, that's not happening, and you don't even live here either."
This is when Chaejin returns from his afternoon classes, about a fifteen minute walk from west campus. He just stands in the doorway and stares at all of them.
"Guys this is a violation of my privacy. What are you even doing here?"
"Aren't you suppose to be in class for..." Seyong glances down at his laptop, "at least another forty minutes?"
"Um... it was cancelled." Chaejin takes cautious steps into his own room and gently sets his bag down. "Seriously, is this like a frequent thing? You can't just hang out in my room when I'm not here."
"Then you shouldn't have given Seyong a spare key." Junkyu points out, "but I mean, he's almost kind of your roommate since he's here 90% of the time."
"But I didn't give him--" Chaejin turns abruptly to Seyong, who kicks Junkyu for always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
"IS THAT WHY MY STUFF IS ALWAYS MYSTERIOUSLY MISSING?" Chaejin points to Seyong. "IS THAT WHY YOU'RE WEARING MY T-SHIRT??"
"Um... no?" Seyong rubs his chest defensively.
"Oh we thought you knew..." Gunwoo says, cradling one of Chaejin's pillows, "But really you do have the largest single on campus."
"Guys. Let's talk business plans." Seyong interrupts before Chaejin has a breakdown. "Chaejin give me all the emails of everyone in this building. Go."
Seyong spends all of his lectures for the next few days coding his site, designing flyers, or mass spamming the res hall listserv. He's had to create three new emails because they kept blocking him. But eventually the word had gotten out and his business began to take off.
"So how many customers do you have so far?" Chaejin sits down across from Seyong in his temporary office, which is also conveniently Chaejin's dorm room.
"Um... none, technically, but I have 50 hits on the webpage, so 50 potential customers."
"Oh... that sounds great... business must really be booming..."
"Potentially booming, yes."
"Great..."
"Yeah."
"Awesome..."
"Do you need something, Chaejin?"
"No I just... uh... you know wouldn't it be hilarious if I filled one of those out for fun... just to see who I'd potentially get paired with... as a joke...? That'd be funny."
They sit in silence for a few seconds and Chaejin squirms in his seat.
"Alright." Seyong doesn't bat an eye as he retrieves a questionnaire sheet from his desk.
"You know you'd have more customers if this process were more anonymous... just saying... as a general observation. It's probably intimidating for people to make the first move like this. It's not exactly a proud moment.... for other people I mean."
Seyong props his head up on his elbows and leans forward a bit, "yeah but what's the fun in that?"
Chaejin chuckles nervously as he reaches for the questionnaire.
"That'll be 20 dollars."
"What."
"That's the standard registration fee."
"But Seyong..."
"You're right, considering it's you..." Seyong slides the sheet forward and holds out his hand, "I'm going to need the money upfront."
Chaejin looks completely unamused and would have outright refused if not for that lingering bit of curiosity within him. Also it'd be nice if he had a date to a dance for once in his life.
He begrudgingly drops a twenty dollar bill into Seyong's open hand and immediately turns away to start bubbling in the sheet.
Even if Chaejin was his only customer, Seyong still considers it a relative success. He's twenty dollars richer than when he started.
He wouldn't consider it a failure, just a lack of proper advertisement: his emails were blacklisted from the listserv, his flyers had been grotesquely defaced by immature hoodlums who still think drawing dicks on people's faces is funny (Seyong knew using himself as the face of his company was too conceited of a move). He makes a mental note of this marketing strategy for his future entrepreneurial efforts. But he's got his money, so now it's time for the second part of his plan.
When Chaejin opens his door, flips on the lights, and sees Seyong sitting square in the middle of his bed, he nearly has a premature heart attack. "God please don't do that and what are you even doing here?"
Chaejin came back from hall formal a little earlier than Seyong had expected.
"Waiting for you to come back. So tell me how was your date?" Seyong asks, already knowing the answer, for there was no one to set Chaejin up with, not that he had even intended to set him up with anyone in the first place.
Chaejin sinks down into the bed next to Seyong and attempts to shrug his jacket off. "She never showed."
Seyong bites his lip, knowing that the reason for his absent date. Chaejin turns to burry his face in his pillow and kicks Seyong in the process. Perhaps he also knows.
"I spent the entire time next to the snack bowl." Chaejin groans. "Now I'm stuffed. This is like middle school and high school all over again."
"There, there." Seyong pats his friend's shoulder. "Now that you're back, let's go."
"What?"
"I'm taking you somewhere. Let's go."
"No. I'm too tired."
"Yeah I don't think I really gave you a choice. Let's go."
Seyong drags the limp Chaejin up, wraps him in a jacket, and pushes him out the door. Chaejin protests the whole way, dragging his feet and leaning as much weight as possible upon Seyong, even when they're in line at the move theater, even when Seyong buys two tickets with his newly earned twenty dollar bill, and even when he sits them both down in the very front row.
He complains throughout the previews and into the movie and Seyong shuts him up by clamping a hand over his mouth.
Chaejin huffs, but unadmittedly he kind of likes the warm of Seyong's hand. He throws a handful of popcorn at him and Seyong kicks him in response. Seyong smiles when he feels Chaejin smiling underneath his hand.
What remains unsaid throughout the rest of the movie, even when the credits roll, even on their walk back to Chaejin's room, and even with the ice cream pit stop in between, is that Seyong is probably the best friend Chaejin has ever had.
Who else would create a fake dating service just to con his money, then sabotage his date, then use his money to take him out afterwards?
It must have paid off, because Chaejin doesn't even complain when Seyong kicks off his shoes later, invites himself into Chaejin's twin bed, and takes up most of the room.
In the moments before falling asleep, Seyong makes the mental note that in the future he needs to come up with less elaborate ways to take Chaejin to a movie.
It might be a bit too bold, but maybe he could just ask him next time.
a/n: i don't even know why i'm posting this here. legitimately wrote it in less than twenty minutes. i hold no responsibility for this.
result of listening to nothing but myname all day