What if mc responded with "you" instead of "who?"
His eyes were alight, the reflection of the stars dancing within their depths. His smile was just as bright, innocent and childlike as he ‘oohed’ and ‘awed’ at the night sky. You were enraptured by his lovely expression, a face you’ve never gotten the chance to see before. Your eyes were trained solely on his face as his were on the sky and you wondered how long it’d take for him to finally notice your unwavering gaze.
He’d probably blush and stutter, a common outburst from the blonde whenever you so much as poke him. The thought was too endearing and you had to resist taking his hand in yours in fear of losing the sight of his face so wonderfully illuminated by the stars.
“The stars look beautiful tonight…”, Yoosung murmured, quietly as to not break the peaceful atmosphere. He hugged his legs to his chest, resting his chin atop his knees as he continued to gaze at the stars. You watched, continued to even when he finally looked over to you, a pretty pink tinting his cheeks when he meets your eyes.
Oh god, he was perfect.
“Yes, they do.”, you whispered, a smile curling your plump lips. He swallowed and you watched curiously as his Adam’s apple bobbed, unaware of the quivering of his lips.
“You know who else is beautiful?”, he asked, your eyes snapping back up to meet his again, his nervousness clear in his trembling voice. Your heart raced. This cute, stupidly perfect boy. You wanted to scream to the heavens.
You took a deep breath and smiled cheekily at him. “You.”
You sounded so firm and sure in your answer, his lips parted in stunned silence. The pink darkened to red, spreading from his neck to the tip of his ears, his jaw starting to slacken. You continued to smile, oblivious to his suffering as you reached out to pat his head.
His sudden cry startled you and you found yourself looking wide eyed at Yoosung as he took shelter in his hands. “Y-You don’t-! You took my line!”, he exclaimed, distressed. “This is so embarrassing a-ah! Aigoo! Why do I feel so hot?!” He continued to shout flusteredly, your teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep in the laugh bubbling up your throat.
Really, he was too perfect.