Request: “…EXO reaction to you having a bad day and needing to be cuddled…”
(my exo reactions low key suck but hang with me here)
okay, so does each individual letter in exo stand for something orr??
Xiumin: He’d be a shy lil bean about it at first. He’d kinda just be circling around you for a bit. He had noticed that you had a bad day because of the way you were acting. Not wanting to ask you about it he’d take precaution with his words, careful not to trigger you. He came up behind you and gave you a back hug. He pulled you as close as possible to him and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You’d soon both sit down on the couch and cuddle til your lives desires.
“Just forget about it, princess. I’m here now”
Suho: He would walk through the bedroom door and see you curled up in a ball in your shared bed. Right away he knew that something wasn’t right. Your quiet sniffles was perceived as he stepped closer to the bed. His eyes widened with immediate concern. He lays down beside you and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He’ll try to cheer you up by telling you some of his corny dad jokes. Sooner or later he figured out that his puns weren’t working very well. He cuddled up with you in comfortable silence, but not before trying one more time.
Normalverse; in which Sehun was a bit more hungry for your attention than you thought.
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Your hands tugged and combed helplessly through your own locks, collecting and leading the strands up into something that could resemble a ponytail. The bass of your overplayed playlist was mild in your ears, pumping just enough excitement through your body to get you light on your feet and ready to do things. You took a short glance over your apartment, breathing the slightly stuffed air and sighing at the dust particles only visible in the sunlight that shone through your light curtains.
“This place-” You sigh once more, dipping your hand down into the hot water that took up the space of the bright pink bucket besides your feet, taking a hold of the cloth bathing in the strong soap before dragging it out. “really needs this.”
“I really need this.” You correct, squishing the excess water out of the cloth before getting started; wiping every furniture, every shelf and every decoration of the dust that had piled on ever since Sehun had moved in. Four months. The thought of it really disgusted you, and you really had no idea how it even happened.. but you suppose; lovebirds will be lovebirds.
And when thinking about it, lovebird was a very fitting word to describe Sehun. Oh, also: lazy.
The first hour went by quickly; soon your living room, kitchen and bathroom was wiped free of the thick layer of dust and properly cleaned. All that was left was your bedroom, the guest room and vacuuming all the floors. You stood back up, sighing, this time more in a positive fashion. The music was playing loudly, and that might have been why you didn’t hear the outdoor, and let out a loud scream at the sudden hands around your waist.
“Baby,” Sehun laughed. “It’s just me.”
You groaned, cheeks flushing underneath his heavy arms. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. The music was so loud, you should’ve know I didn’t hear the door.” You struggle out of his embrace, hurrying over to the bucket standing in the hallway and bringing it into the guest room. From your prior place, you can hear Sehun let out a playful, offended sound and shuffle along, hopefully into the living room to relax after his tiring day.
You giggle before yelling over the ever so loud music as you got back to cleaning; “Welcome home by the way.”
Halfway through your own bedroom, your music was abruptly turned off
and the culprit stood, leaning against the wall by the door, his eyebrows
furrowed. He watch intently as you wipe the surfaces, pick up yours, and his, scattered clothes off the floor and into their respective places inside of the closet.
His lingering presence was almost a bother. After
promising yourself that today you would clean the apartment, make dinner, wash
your dirty clothes and get everything tidy, you couldn’t have Sehun
sidetracking you with his adorable pouts. Although you weren’t exactly sure
what he was expecting now. You let your eyes fall on his relaxed form with
slightly furrowed eyebrows.
“Sehun?” You breathe out, causing him to perk up, staying silent
as an sign for you to continue.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh..” He pushes himself of the wall, eyes wavering before he
shuffles out of the room. “Nothing.”
Huh, he’s so weird, you muse internally with another sigh, a
light exhale before once again returning to work.
“Princess? Y/N? Baby?”
“Yeah?” You look up from stirring the mix of vegetables in the
pan, coming face to face with your famous boyfriend. His brown eyes are almost sad and
his rosy lips are pouting, his cheeks lightly, almost unnoticeably, puffed out. Yet, you only grin up at him,
before looking back down at the food on the stove.
He sighs adorably. “When did I come home?”
You shake your head, giggling with confusion and wonder. “I
don’t know, an hour ago?”
And when you look back up at your taller boyfriend, your
eyebrows again furrowed over his weird behavior and questions, he only frowns down at you with - wait, was that disappointment?
He then groans loudly, irritated and walk away, leaving you
dumbfounded with only the sizzling sound of your wok and the low sound of the radio playing throughout the small kitchen. Your cheeks warm in
embarrassment and irritation and you huff, turning back to watching the food.
“Baby,” Sehun groaned out loudly the very second you
closed the bathroom door shut. He leans back in his kitchen
chair, pushing his empty plate away from him with a light hand to signal that he was done eating.
You swallowed back a sigh, feeling a little embarrassed in the way Sehun acted.
Even though you were at home, safe in the privacy of your own space and there was nobody here to see- at all, you couldn’t help but feel
embarrassed. You move over the newly washed floor, and grab for his plate as
well as yours - only for your boyfriend’s hands to slap at the upper side of your hand. He glares up
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t make me sigh for what is probably the thousandth
time today, Sehun. I’m cleaning.” You grab his plate, hastily placing it over
your own and walking out into your kitchen. “I’m cleaning up after you.”
“Baby, sorry.” You hear his haste apology from the kitchen and
halt your actions, taking another breath, trying a short smile. You couldn’t stay
angry with him for long. Never more than five minutes. “It’s okay, Sehunnie.”
“It’s just that- I wanted your attention today.” He
speaks, suddenly so close to you, his arms sneaking around your waist just like earlier as you
placed the plates down into the sink. You smile up at him, cheeks warming over
“All day during our schedules and practices, I kept missing you
a little extra. I don’t know what it was that made me such a lovebird today. I
couldn’t stop talking about you to the boys and gosh- I just needed to come
home to you.” He smiles warmly down at you, your calm smile, your bright eyes in his soft
embrace. God, he loved you. He really, really loved you.
“Really? I’m so sorry, baby. I just needed to clean up in
here, I couldn’t postpone it again. We were basically swimming in the dust.”
A shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah, I understand. But hey, you can give it to me now,
right? Your attention and love, I mean, of course.”
You giggle, nodding excitedly. “I can shower you in it. And I’ll start right
now; I love you.”
A/N: thank you to the anon for requesting and I hope you all enjoy! also I hope I didn’t make it too boring ahah ♥
Note: Honestly, it’s about damn time that I wrote a scenario like this. I hope that you all enjoy it.
There were quite a few reasons why you didn’t like to go to weddings. It’s not that you were bitter about love, but weddings often reminded you of how lonely you were. Of course you had friends and family, which you loved very much, but you knew that one day they’d all be gone whether it be due to marriage or the end of life, and then you would be left alone in the dust with no one by your side. You knew that being in a relationship and getting married wouldn’t magically make you happier, but you couldn’t deny that it would be nice to have someone to rely on, someone to come home to at the end of the day, someone to love. The only problem was that you weren’t sure if there was anyone out there that would accept the love that you offering.
Summary: After years of only seeing black and white, you finally meet Kyungsoo, your soulmate who brings colour into your life. You want him, but does he want you?
A/N: This is my first request! It’s kind of awful, but I hope I improve. Enjoy! :)
Redamancy (n) a love returned in full.
I closed my eyes. I desperately wished, that when I opened them, colour would scatter the world that I looked upon. But it was just that. A wish. Reopening my eyes, I sighed at the dull black and white that filled my vision. I longed to see the colours a few of my friends and family had told me of. Yellow flowers, green grass, blue sky, red cars. It sounded beautiful, and I had yet to experience it.
My shoulders slumped in defeat as my friend, Sehun, bellowed at me to keep up. I scurried after him, listening to him talk on and on about his lovely soulmate, whom he had met last year when he went for a stroll in the park. I had gone for many strolls in the park, yet I hadn’t met the person I was supposed to love yet. You see, when you meet the person you love, beautiful colours surround you. Your world instantly goes from the gloomy black and white, to a colourful mess. That’s what I craved most. To love, be loved and witness the beautiful colours. When Sehun found his, he was over the moon. He rambled all about the world and how it looked much better, and how he loved his soulmate to the moon and back. He would only stop when he seen the glum expression on your face. It’s not that you weren’t happy for him, your happiness was just acquainted with envy.
“It’s our one year coming up in a few weeks and I want everything to go spectacular. I have the night planned, but I must choose what to wear. What shirt do you recommend?”
“They’ll all just look black and white to me, Sehun. But honestly, if it’s going to be dressy, I know that white shirts are probably the best to go with.”
“You don’t need to see colour to tell me which design is the nicest. I’ll just tell you what colour the shirt and design is,” he commented. “I’ve thought this over.”
“Clearly not enough. Are you forgetting that I’ve never seen a colour before? It’ll be pointless telling me, you absolute birdbrain, Oh Sehun.”
“Oh,” he muttered. “I didn’t actually think of that. My sincerest apologies, best friend. I’ll just go with a white one. Now, onwards we go! I’m starving.”
We arrived at a small café, and ordered our food. While Sehun ordered a plate of food, I just went with a small coffee to waken myself up, seeing as Sehun dragged me out of bed at 8am, to bring me into town to help with an anniversary gift for his lover.
This was the best and worst thing Sehun had done.
You silently sipped your coffee, listening to Sehun mumble on about different things, and watched as he snapped pictures of his food and coffee. This was how your friendship worked. You were always the quiet, reserved, introverted type whereas he was talkative, sometimes loud and done most of the talking. When you finished your coffee, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Standing up, Sehun was mumbling more things to you, telling you he would be finished soon and your next destination would be a new store that sold music – his friend owned the store and he wanted to try it out. You were so busy trying to listen to Sehun and walk at the same time, you didn’t notice the two boys in a hurry to get to the counter so you crashed into one of them.
“Oh,” you muttered once your body collided with one of the men. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention and…”
You trailed off once you looked up, suddenly captivated by the man in front of you. Perhaps it was the fast beating of your heart, or the fact that you thought you could hear his heart beating just as he could hear yours, or maybe it was the calm feeling you felt as soon as you had touched, despite the fast beating of your heart. Although you knew this was the man you were supposed to love, as when you glanced up you were not met with the typical black and white, but instead a splash of colour all around you.
You wanted to look around and witness it all, you really did, but your eyes couldn’t leave the eyes of the boy in front of you. They were beautiful. They were so round, and the colour was captivating. You wanted to know if they were blue, or green, or brown. If you were being honest with yourself, you wanted to know everything about the man you just bumped into. After what felt like at least five minutes, he finally cleared his throat and began to speak, and his voice was simply beautiful.
“Sorry, we were, um, walking too fast. We should have realised it was too crowded in hear to walk at such a speed,” He paused and jabbed his thumb towards his friend who was behind him, watching you both with a raised eyebrow. “My friend, Chanyeol and I have to get back to work soon so we were in a hurry.”
“It’s okay,” Your voice sounded slightly hoarse, or strained, so like he did before you, you cleared your own throat. You offered a small smile before continuing, “I should have been paying attention.”
“Yeah. Okay, well sorry again. We’ll just get going- “
“I’m sorry but,” You reached out and wrapped your hand around his arm and you could feel him stiffen under your touch. “Did you feel that too? Can you see what I see?”
You lowered your voice for the last part of the question, and your eyes searched his. You saw guilt and hesitation flash across his eyes, and that’s how you knew the next thing that through his lips was a lie.
“No. I didn’t feel anything.”
“But you can see colour now? Can’t you?”
Hesitating again he replied, “Yes. I can. Look, there must be a mistake. We aren’t soulmates. I didn’t feel anything, maybe something went wrong. I’m sorry but I need to go. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to see colour, but this is a mistake. Goodbye.”
“Kyungsoo, I have our coffee. Let’s go.” His tall friend’s deep voice cut through the air making you look at him. He had a sorrow in his eyes as he looked at you, before turning away with the man whose name was Kyungsoo.
The name Kyungsoo made your heart hurt, and it took you a few minutes to process what had just happened. You had just been rejected by the man you were supposed to spend your life with.
You didn’t see Kyungsoo for another week after the accident. After it happened, Sehun had claimed he witnessed the whole thing, and after calling him an asshole, he had demanded you both go home to curl up on the sofa of your apartment and watch re-runs of We Got Married. You only left your apartment to go down to the store, feeling utterly broken and upset. You had often wondered if he felt the same way, before you snapped out of it and realised that he had been the one to reject you, so of course he didn’t feel the same way.
“Okay. That’s enough moping around, let’s go out. I still need to find a gift and you need to go further than the corner store. There are plenty of people in this world who don’t have a soulmate, and of the billions of people in this world, you aren’t letting an asshole whom you met 40 minutes down the street, stop you from meeting another lovely person.” Sehun threw you clothes, moving his hands in a movement that told you to ‘put them on.’ So, you did.
Sehun had helped you a lot within the last week, especially with your new-found colours. At least you had a colourful world now, so you could see what you had been missing out on. Sehun told you all the colours, so you were pretty sure you knew each of them now. Including the brilliant shade of brown that were Kyungsoo’s eyes.
You and Sehun wondered down town into the music store which his friend owned, after collecting a few gifts from other stores and he insisted this was the last stop. You were rather tired by now and wanted to go home. As you got to the door of the store, your heart started to race and you instantly knew why. Sehun pushed open the door and standing in front of the cash register, was Kyungsoo.
Sehun hadn’t noticed him yet, and began to walk around the different aisles looking at the different music collections that they had to offer. You noticed Kyungsoo’s lanky friend, whose name you couldn’t remember, who was staring at you both, before nudging Kyungsoo. He looked up to shoot his friend an annoyed look, and followed his gaze to where his eyes landed on me. Not long after, Sehun had soon caught on that Kyungsoo had worked here and asked if you wanted to leave, but you had brushed it off, stating you couldn’t hide from him forever, seeing as you both live in similar areas. Sehun finally chose an album and you made your way to the front of the store, meeting Kyungsoo’s eyes, which haven’t left your figure since he noticed you.
“Oh,” he started, in a dull tone. “It’s you.”
Your heart panged slightly at his tone, but you looked away from his gaze and muttered, “It’s me.”
He took the album off Sehun and began to put it through the register. You looked back at him to get a proper look at the rest of his features, such as his large, heart shaped lips, his cute plump nose and his short, messy black hair on his head. He was handsome. Had he rejected you because you weren’t enough for him? Were you too plain? You felt tears meet your water line
but you blinked them away when a voice called out Sehun’s name.
“Ah, Sehun! It’s great to see you again!” A tall man with slightly gelled hair walked out and greeted Sehun, giving him a short hug. Sehun introduced the man as Yixing, who was Chinese. Yixing then proceeded to pull you into a quick hug.
“When I moved here to teach dancing, Sehun was once of my best students. He’s very talented. Oh! By the way, this is two workers of mine, Kyungsoo and Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol’s deep voice boomed a loud hello in return, whereas Kyungsoo gave a slight nod. You noticed Sehun shooting him a small glare, but Kyungsoo wasn’t looking at him. Your heart was going crazy under his gaze and you wanted to slap him, but also reach forward and grab him into a tight hug and never let him go.
Yixing broke your gaze with him by throwing an arm around your shoulders, and you thought you seen somewhat of a glare from Kyungsoo at his boss, but you dismissed it.
“So, do you have a job?”
“Uh,” you pursed your lips and told him the truth. “I did, but I left two weeks ago. It wasn’t the best place to work. I’ve started looking around though, for another.” “Great! Today’s your lucky day, then. You start tomorrow, say 8am?”
You, Kyungsoo, Chanyeol and Sehun had all spoken at the same time. You, Chanyeol and Sehun speaking with shock, and Kyungsoo’s coming out a little harsher.
“I’ve been needing extra staff since the store has been getting more popular. So, this is perfect, you get a job and I get an employee! Now, I must be off. I hope you’ll take the job, it’s a great place and I promise I’m not bad to work for.”
“I’m sure she doesn’t want to work in a little old music store surrounded by boys. I think the mall was hiring, in one of those food shops. She could try there,” The voice you dreaded – but loved – to hear cut Yixing off before he had the chance to leave.
“Actually,” Your voice wobbled as you spoke, but you tilted your head in Yixing’s direction and finished with confidence. “I’ll take the job. Tomorrow, 8am.”
And with a cheer, a glare and two looks of shock, you wondered what you had gotten yourself into.
And so, you began, working at the store. You enjoyed it, and you soon managed to ignore the fluttering and the panging in your heart because of Kyungsoo. He wasn’t so welcoming, giving you occasional glares, sending you out on rainy days to fetch coffee, or yelling at you for knocking over his newly made music stand. You became fast friends with Chanyeol, who was welcoming and had a great sense of humour, never failing to make you laugh. You had only been working there for a few weeks, but you loved it and Yixing was great to work for.
“Have you seen Chanyeol?” Kyungsoo startled you, making you drop the few posters you were holding as he rounded the corner.
“He decided to do the coffee run today, to stretch his legs.”
“You’re so clumsy,” he said harshly, picking up the few posters and thrusting them at you.” I’m surprised no one has complained yet about a broken record. I’m nearly sure you’ve dropped everything in here.”
“Well, if someone would stop sneaking up on me every day, maybe I wouldn’t drop them.”
“Walking up to you and talking is hardly sneaking up on you.”
“You come so quietly! How am I supposed to hear you when you walk more silently than a damn turtle!”
“Maybe you need to get your hearing checked out because I don’t walk that quietly! You’re the only person who jumps when I speak to you! Maybe if you weren’t always lost in thought.”
At this rate, you were both standing pretty close to each other, with glares directed at the other person, when Chanyeol walked in.
“Interrupting something, am I?”
“No,” Kyungsoo said taking a step back. “You’re interrupting absolutely nothing. It’s about time you’re back.”
And with that, you both went about your day as you always did. It was near closing time when you heard Chanyeol and Kyungsoo talking, and what you heard made your heart shatter.
“Kyungsoo, what time is your date with Haewon anyway? Isn’t it like, your one month anniversary?”
Not wanting to hear the rest, you walked up to them with your head held high and told them you were finished, and were going to head home. Looking at Kyungsoo, you felt tears building up and you saw a flash of guilt cross his eyes before he turned away. You were dismissed.
What you hadn’t heard or seen, was Kyungsoo swatting Chanyeol with his hand. No matter what Kyungsoo did, he couldn’t get you out of his head. You were his soulmate, and despite how hard he tried, he knew he was falling more and more in love with you, even if all you did was argue.
You managed to keep your tears in until you reached your apartment. It was still early in the evening, but you felt exhausted so you headed straight into your bed, where you let silent tears fall down your cheeks, falling asleep late into the night.
Your head and eyes hurt the next day when you got up for work. You slept through your alarm and when you got out to your car, it wouldn’t start. You ended up catching a bus to work, and you were 20 minutes late. Yixing didn’t mind though, as you told him what had happened with your car.
“It happens,” He stated. “It’s been pretty quiet this morning anyway. Are you okay by the way? Your eyes look a little…”
“I’m fine, thanks. Allergies.”
With that, he left. You had successfully managed to ignore Kyungsoo for most the day, your heart still feeling sad from overhearing what his plans were last night. Was she prettier than you? Is that why he didn’t want you?
“Let me help you, with putting out the albums,” Kyungsoo cut your train of thought, and you felt heat rushing to your face as you silently nodded. You could feel his gaze on you as you both worked but you kept your eyes in front of you. “You look tired,” He began.
“I am tired.”
“Did you sleep late last night? Is that why you were late this morning?”
“Chanyeol isn’t coming in today. He went out last night and drank too much,” He chuckled at his sentence. Your heart warmed at the sound, you almost smiled but you didn’t. “It’s just me and you.”
The rest of the day went like this, Kyungsoo being unusually sweet and making small conversation whilst you kept quiet and worked. You couldn’t wait to leave, as you were exhausted and Sehun was coming over tomorrow with his soulmate, and knowing him, it would probably be early.
Finally, the end of the day came and Kyungsoo said he would lock up, and you could head on home if you wanted. There were no more buses now, so you made your way to the side of the footpath to cross the road to walk home. However, you were so tired that you went to cross the road and barely noticed the car coming in your direction, however before it hit you, you heard Kyungsoo calling your name before his hand was pulling you into his chest, away from the road.
Your eyes widened once you realised how stupid you had just been, and if it weren’t for Kyungsoo, who knows what would have happened.
“Are you stupid? Oh, my god, you walked straight out in front of that car, what the hell. Do you want to die? Never, ever scare me like that again.”
Instead of saying anything, you hugged Kyungsoo tightly, which he gladly returned. You were still shocked but you managed to speak.
“Y-you saved me, Kyungsoo. I’m sorry, and thank you. That was so stupid, I don’t even…” Your voice trailed off and Kyungsoo hugged you even tighter and pressed his lips to your head.
“I’m sorry,” He mumbled.
“Why are you sorry?”
“For hurting you. You know… when we first met.” You stayed silent and let him continue. “It’s just, we walked into each other and I lied, I did feel it. I felt that spark, my heart was racing and there was so much colour. It was beautiful. You were beautiful. Your eyes… they were amazing. But I had met another woman, I thought I loved her. So, I rejected you, I lied and left. We met again and my heart, it felt like it was going to explode. I loved hearing you talk, looking at you, I just wanted to be around you. When I was with the other woman, my mind kept drifting back to you. I wanted to get to know you, I wanted to be with you instead of her. I broke things off with her last night. I couldn’t do it anymore, you’re the one I want. You’re my soulmate, not her. I’m falling in love with you, and until now I’ve just been so stupid, and I hope you can forgive me.”
“I don’t expect you to straight away. Can we just… start over?”
After silence, you looked into his beautiful eyes, before saying, “I would like that. Very much.”
“Hello,” He grinned, holding you out at arm’s length. “My name is Kyungsoo, and I believe you’re my soulmate.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Kyungsoo. I’m Y/N. Did you feel that too? I think I felt a spark.”
“I definitely felt it. Now, how about I walk you home? We can get to know each other and maybe fall in love? Shall we see where this journey takes us?”
Turning off the stove, I wipe sweat off my forehead and lean
on the counter finally catching breath. It’s only four in the afternoon but I
can already feel how uncontrollable the day will be. I can already see how the
time I work my shifts without feeling exhausted are getting smaller and
smaller. Placing the dirty dishes in the sink I hear laughter from the dining
area already knowing which costumers just arrived.
would find you beautiful, one because you were, and two because you
looked different from what he usually saw in Korea. He would ask for you to
take him to your favorite coffee shops, wanting to try their classic mocha and
compare it to others. He would be a little sassy towards you when you said you
couldn’t drink another mocha. But he would understand, I mean not everyone can
drink mochas like Xiumin.
would want to go everywhere popular he had heard of, and you being a resident
meant it was your obligation to show him around. Not that you minded, it was fun to
see the fascination in Luhan’s eyes, especially when he would keep talking
about how interesting your double eyelids were. After running around the whole day with him,
Luhan would probably want to grab a drink with you and just rest for a while.
wouldn’t be that fazed by you seeing as he grew up in Canada, but he would take
you out to eat. While at dinner, Kris would ask you questions about the local
people and your hobbies. He probably call you pretty and shove his face full of
food before he blurted out anything else.
would instantly ask you to teach him some of the top pop songs in America, you
guys would spend the afternoon singing any song you offered to teach Lay, which
he would love.
would find your culture interesting but of course thought Korean culture was
much better. He would try to convert you to like Korean culture more and insist
on eating a Korean meal seeing as it was much more healthy than American food.
Chen: I see
Chen as being curios by your American culture and would ask you to teach him
more about it, although he would make sure to tease you about any American
stereotypes he had heard of. “So, where is your bald eagle, I heard that
everyone in America has one.”
Chanyeol: Seeing as Chanyeol is obsessed with music, he would ask you
about your preferences. When you said that you liked listening to Jason Mraz,
Chan would instantly burst out in excitement. He would beg you to take him to a
Jason Mraz concert, as he was a huge fan. When you tell him that Jason was off
tour right now he would just pout all day long.
minute Baekhyun landed in the airport and saw your cutie patootie face, he knew
he had to talk to you. So, he walked up and asked you to be his tour guide for
the day. He let you take him anywhere you thought was important to know of and
ask you loads of questions. Which could get a little exasperating when the
reason you liked this ice cream was just because you did.
D.O: I noticed that D.O tends to really thrive in places outside
of Asia, so I think America would be a great adventure for him. Especially with
you by his side, he would want to know of your favorite past times and see the
differences compared to them in Korean. D.O would have a lot of fun being with
Tao: Tao would want to show off for you seeing as you being
American you might not know of his fame and wouldn’t already have an opinion on
him. He asked you to take him to all of your favorite stores and vice versa,
and while you two would be rocking Gucci, Tao would show off how much English
he knows to impress you.
Kai: We all know the first question that Kai would ask you once
he saw you were American. Fried Chicken. He would literally beg you to take him
to try all the fried chicken places around your area. After the second chicken
joint you were full, but you had to admit it was really interested to see how
much friend chicken Kai could put away.
Sehun: I feel that Sehun is extremely open when it comes to
different cultures. He would try to use as much English as he could to be
polite and show his consideration towards your culture. Sehun would ask
questions that he had always wondered about America, happy to have you there to
answer them. But in the end what Sehun wanted to know the most was if America
had bubble tea.
(Pretty much I think they would be obsessed with food in America)