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Leo: Ji…?

Guang Hong: Huh?–oh right! Skating career first…and all that…yeah…

[repost bc i forgot to put the ask c ries]

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Could you do a scenario where Guang-hong goes on a blind date (probably set up by Phichit tbh) and his date turns out to be a popular (male) skater who he already had a big crush on? (//'•v•` )

This is such a thing Phichit would do omfg. I was so tempted to have Phichit in disguise and stalking during the date, but I thought it would distract from the prompt. Anyway, I hope you like! Thank you for the request :3

“This is a terrible idea,” Guang Hong mutters to himself. “This was a terrible, stupid—“

“Would you like to order your drink now, sir?” a waitress interrupts his quiet rant. She has an eyebrow raised, and Guang Hong can feel his face heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m, uh, waiting for someone,” he replies quickly, rubbing his clammy hands on his jeans. The waitress shrugs and leaves to tend to her other tables.

Running a still-sweaty hand through his hair, Guang Hong curses himself for not being able to calm down. He tries telling himself that it’s just a date, but he knows he’s only lying to himself. It’s a blind date—set up by Phichit, of course—and he wishes he would have never agreed to it. Guang Hong puts his head to the table in defeat. He wants to bail so badly, but Phichit would never let him live it down if he found out.

Guang Hong looks up from the table, and he nearly falls out of his chair at who he sees. You stand there with your phone is hand, looking around the restaurant, seeming to be looking for something—or someone. Guang Hong can’t believe the (Y/N) (L/N), the popular figure skater—and his crush—is in the same restaurant as him.

You catch Guang Hong’s gaze, and he quickly looks to the floor. His mind begins to swim with a thought that he wishes he could get rid of as soon as it comes to him. Are you his blind date? No, it can’t be you.

A presence can be felt next to him, and Guang Hong looks up, praying it’s the waitress coming to kick him out for loitering this long.

“Are you Guang Hong?” you ask when he meets your eyes. You smile at him; you recognize him from competition, but begin to feel guilty that you’ve never spoken to him before. He nods at your question and invites you to sit down.

You thank him and sit across from him, and the waitress comes over to take your orders.

“I see your little date showed up,” she smirks at Guang Hong, who shrinks in his seat when you laugh. Thankfully, she leaves after taking drink orders and doesn’t make any more comments.

Guang Hong feels fuzz starting to grow in his throat and his entire mouth goes dry. He can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that his biggest crush is sitting across from him at a table in a mediocre restaurant; the one he’s worked so hard to compete against, to stand at the same level with, is right here. Phichit got him a blind date with fucking (Y/N) (L/N).

“Phichit told me a lot about you,” you say to break the ice. He looks at you with a blush, and you feel your own cheeks heat up. You’ve seen him compete, and you’ve always thought he’s super cute. He’s even cuter in person. “I, uh, don’t think I’ve never had a chance to talk to you during competition. I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh, no, no, no!” Guang Hong says quick, putting his hands on top of yours on the table. “Don’t be sorry! It’s okay. We can talk now, right?” He offers you a sheepish smile, and you gladly return it.

“Yeah!” you reply happily. You seem very interested, much to Guang Hong’s relief. “So how’s your season going?”

You and Guang Hong spend about two hours in the restaurant, talking, laughing, eating, just enjoying each other’s company. You find yourself lost in his smile, his laugh, his eyes. Guang Hong, though, falls even more in love with you. He finally sees you off of the pedestal the skating world has put you on, and he loves you more this way. You’re so normal—and so beautiful. He feels dread when the meal is over, and you insist you need to leave for a meeting with your coach. You stand outside the restaurant for a while, not wanting to part just yet.

“So, uh, I’ll call you?” you say, sticking your hands in your pockets and giving Guang Hong a wink. He nods, and you lean down to give him a kiss on the cheek before taking your leave. He continues the other way, touching his cheek where you kissed him, looking up at the sky and smiling.

“This was a fantastic idea,” Guang Hong says to himself, internally thanking Phichit for his terrible idea.