could we get more flustered Saeyoung (if you have the time?) you make him so cuteeeee
Thank you, anon! Pocky Day is today (11/11), so I really wanted to write something for it. Your request kind of inspired this, so thank you~ Hope you like it:)
Saeyoung pressed his back against the wall. A sliver of air slid down his exposed neck, sending shivers up his arm. Still, he didn’t dare move. He leaned to the side, straining his eyes to see any movement in the dark room. Shadows loomed inside the blackness, but they remained as statues. When he found nothing unusual, he released his bated breath and flicked on his flashlight. He padded across the floor barefoot until he reached the two large cabinets near the back.
“Bingo,” he muttered. He stuck the light between his teeth and began his raiding.
If his calculations were correct, he had fifteen minutes to find what he was looking for before…game over. But fate wasn’t so kind. He searched through every corner, every little compartment…but nothing. Just as he was ready to abandon his mission, the sound of footsteps echoed from beyond the door.
Saeyoung swore under his breath and clambered into the closest cabinet. He curled his knees to his chest, shut off the light, and swung the door closed with his foot. He clasped his hands together and prayed he wouldn’t be caught.
Once again, fate was unkind.
Light flooded the cramped space, and a figure hovered over him. Saeyoung buried his face in his hands, a whimper trembling past his lips. “Please don’t kill me.”
When there was no answer, he parted his fingers to witness what was most likely the last thing he would see before his untimely death. MC stood over him, hair mussed and eyes shadowed with sleep. Saeyoung breathed heavily, his racing heart slowing at the relief. While it would’ve been a wonderful last memory, she wasn’t a sign of his demise.
MC blinked several times before her gaze focused on him. “Saeyoung? What the heck are you doing in there?”
“I thought you were Saeran,” he said, his chest heaving in a forced chuckle. “I was hungry, and I’m sure he has a snack stash somewhere around here.”
“Snack? It’s way past midnight,” she pointed out, hand extended towards him. He took it reluctantly, knowing it might seal his fate to starve until morning.
“I know that. But I’m really hungry.” he returned. He slid out of the cabinet, though he remained on the floor. His stomach released a wailing grumble, and he winced in discomfort. “See?” he added.
MC crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one side. Her head tilted sideways, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Was she hiding something?