say hi to mr. misogynist

. . . 

seungkwan’s voice was uncharacteristically spiteful, sure he may be sarcastic and almost mean sometimes, but never once has his voice been filled with so much cold anger.

vernon was quite fed-up in all honesty by all the griping and groaning that his friend had been doing over the past couple of days.

it all started a week ago.

so seungkwan had a crush. and said crush wanted nothing to do with him.

although she didn’t seem to want to put it nicely, and turned him down with a flat-out no and just walking away as if she hadn’t just broken his heart.

but it wasn’t as if she was obligated to like him, so while she could have been kinder about it, she wasn’t truly at fault.

but that isn’t how the heart-broken seungkwan thought about it. to him, she had deliberately broken his heart and her ice-cold refusal was nothing more than a slap on the face. it wasn’t as if he was bad-looking and had no talents, he was quite the catch.

wasn’t he?

well, that’s what seungkwan told himself anyway.

. . .

“all women are the same, they don’t care whatsoever who they might be hurting. they play you like a fiddle and don’t even bother if they snap a string or two. it’s unbelievable, how can they be so cruel?” seungkwan complained loudly as he paced the music room where vernon was decidedly ignoring him.

“women are so ungrateful, they can’t even appreciate that men would take the time and energy, mustering their courage to confess their feelings. what do we get in return? a no. no explanations. just a refusal.”

a knock interrupted seungkwan’s griping and a relieved look appeared on vernon’s harrowed face. backup has arrived. vernon eagerly opened the door to reveal a sunny and smiling boy as well as you, who was grinning just as brightly.

vernon tilted his head to the side in question. “seokmin, this is?”

“oh, she’s our tech for the next show,” seokmin gestured to to you. “this is vernon, he’s our rapper.”

“hey.” you greet casually as you walk into the room. your eyes hone in on the sullen figure who was glaring at you for no real reason.

“don’t mind him, he’s being a baby.” vernon grumbled as he fiddled with an earbud. you nod much to seungkwan’s disgust.

now that there were others, especially a female, the miserable vocal toned down the complaining. however, he did seem to make some scathing remarks to you. but it seemed that you were totally oblivious and didn’t respond at all. when the four of you began standing to leave, you wave cheerily. “bye vernon, it was nice meeting you.”

vernon returned the gesture happily while you turned to the frowning boy who had been moping the entire time.

“and i wish i could say the same for you, mr. misogynist. but maybe i’ll catch you at a better time,” you smirk and disappear.

“what did she just call me?” seungkwan’s nostrils flared.

“huh, that’s actually pretty appropriate.” vernon chuckled.

. . .

it was a few days before the show and there was tech rehearsal to work out any kinks that could appear only on stage. the performers and tech were doing basic introductions since it would kinda awkward if a total stranger was miking you up and all.

since you were one of the team leaders, you did some basic greetings with cute intros like seokmin the sunflower and ecsetera you happen upon seungkwan. with a sarcastic smirk you introduce him.

“say hi to mr. misogynist.” there were a couple of hesitant giggles as well as a loud guffaw from vernon, but what you really could only focus on was the cute blush that reddened his cheeks and the adorable glare he was sending in your direction.

“she means seungkwan,” the embarrassed boy forced out, “poor girl has the worst pronunciation.”

you smile innocently in response. “no, i’m pretty sure i got it right. i mean its not everyday you get to hear the righteous claim of some broken hearted boy saying ‘all women are the same’.”

scratch embarrassed, mortified was more like it. the usually sassy male had nothing to say, he tried to formulate the right comeback, but nothing seemed to want to come out.

vernon wasn’t helping much, nor was little maknae dino who was yelling, “you got served!”

. . .

your hair was pinned and out of face while you sported a pair of sweats and a large hoodie. your eyebrows were also furrowed in total concentration as you watched the ongoings on stage. there was feedback and you couldn’t seem to figure out why. all of a sudden, the curtain that was supposed to be closing halted right in the middle of the motion.

a nightmare. your face paled.

“curtain jam!”

. . .

the rehearsal was cut short due to the malfunctioning curtain, the tech team had been running around like headless chickens in the scaffolding. even the teacher advisor had no idea how the issue arose and what should be done to fix it. great.

you leave your station and climb down the stairs to enter the theatre. “sorry guys, the curtain seems to want to fight it out with us; this war of attrition will most likely wage on for a day or two. for now, we’ll inconvenience you to rehearse in the drama room.”

and of course seungkwan had something to say, “can’t you all do your jobs properly. now not only do i have no partner to practise with today since yeorum decided not to show.”

“can’t you stop whining like a little baby?” you roll your eyes, “and you act as if rehearsing some lines are impossible without another person.”

seungkwan scoffed. “you don’t know anything.”

“try me.”

. . .

you were not swooning. because his voice definitely did not sound a thousand times better in real life and the sweet way he swayed to the accompaniment with closed eyes definitely did not cause your heart to lurch.

“wow, mr. misogynist, i’m impressed,” you tease when he finishes.

a pout forms on his lips as he hears your less than kind nickname for him. “stop calling me that.”

seeing that he wasn’t reacting in the way that you liked when you usually called him that, you didn’t continue like you usually would have. it was strange, somehow, his expressions of annoyance and exasperation never failed to make you smile. but not this time.

you shrug. “fine.”

he looked at you strangely. you were not this co-operative.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, actually looking a little worried.

“nothing. everything’s peachy.” you smile, although there was hesitancy to it that was wholly unfamiliar to seungkwan who was used to your take everything by the horns attitude.

“no one is ever fine when they refer to things as ‘peachy’.” he counters as he studies your pretty profile, it was too bad he would never had to courage to say something like that.

you berate yourself, when have you ever been scared of a challenge? but in your heart you knew that failing this challenge would likely result in repercussions that you are actually afraid of.

“well,” you gather your courage. “it just so happens that fate would make me fall for a misogynist.” you don’t let him break eye contact with you as you speak. even if he was going to reject you, there was no way you would let that happen with your head hanging low, without even looking at him.

seungkwan felt his brain explode and could only stare dumbly at you before coming to your senses when he realized you were waiting for an answer.

“i uh, well, you know, how can i say this?” there it was. the reddest blush you had seen on his cheeks to date. the shy way he was wringing his fingers together was confirmation enough. but his next words solidified it. “i really really really really really really really like you. too.”

you laugh at the absurdity of his confession and seungkwan finds himself reaching your hands and bringing them to his chest.

“i was willing to sing carly rae jepson for you. you better be grateful.”

you lean in quickly and brush your lips against his cheek in response. “thanks.”

his earlier blush hadn’t even disappeared when this new one took its place.

. . . 

a/n virtually plotless. just wanted to write something with mr. misogynist in it. it's a dumb story. still stressed tho. bye

and i am not a tech, so i have no idea what i'm talking about.