Genre: fluff, romance Requester: MyunggyuForever Notes: sorry for all the jumping around, I didn’t know how else to write it from both point of views     My best friend Jinyoung jumped onto the sofa next to me. I directed my gaze away from him and crossed my arms. “Please? I hate seeing you lonely. Please just give him a chance, okay?” I sighed, shaking my head. “No. I’m perfectly happy being single, you should know that.” Jinyoung tugged on my arm like a child and jutted his lip out. “Minji-ah.” I ignored his aegyo, knowing that if I looked I’d give in. “Noona!” he sang, immediately catching my attention. One look at his puppy eyes was enough for me to give in. You owe me big time, Park Jinyoung. Jinyoung threw his hands up, cheering. He flung his arms around me. “Thank you! I promise it will go well!” I stared at him like he was an alien. Sure. No date anyone has ever set me up for has gone well. I heard him ramble to himself as I mentally face-palmed myself. Then, I turned around to see him on the phone. “Yes noona. Yes I know. Yes I did use aegyo, are you helping or what? I love you!” I felt a small smile grow on my face. Even if today goes badly, at least unnie and I can catch up.   Mark’s P.O.V   Jackson bumped his shoulder against mine, patting my back. I looked up from my phone. “Yo.” I raised my eyebrow at him. “You’re acting weird, what’s up?” Jackson bit his lip, scratching his neck. I rolled my eyes. “Did you and Jimin get caught making out again?” I looked back at my phone. “Mwo?! Jaebum hyung told you that?!!” I chuckled to myself, knowing that Jackson would forgive him later after he bought us all food. “And no, we weren’t caught making out.” “So what then? You’re obviously anxious about something, so come on, tell me what’s up.” I folded my arms and gave him the ‘scary hyung look’ as he called it, the one that I also used to scold him. “I might have just gone and kind of well maybe sort of set you up on a blind date.” I almost dropped my phone on the floor, giving him a death stare. “Tell me you’re joking Jackson.” “Mark! You can’t stay single forever! I know your last girlfriend left you for another guy but give this girl a chance, please?” I looked away from him, feeling a little angry. “You look ugly when you’re upset, so please go on this blind date. I promise it will go well!” Can I say no? Can I get out of it? “Fine.” I replied coldly. “But don’t blame me when I buy a shovel and bury you alive for it.”   Minji’s P.O.V   I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at Jinyoung. “No way, Jinhee. No. No.” I stared back at the dress she was holding up. “I am not wearing a dress. If the guy really likes me he’ll take me as I am.” Jinhee rolled her eyes and took my wrist, pushing me into the bathroom, holding out the dress. “Unnie you’re so stubborn.” She smiled and patted my head, strutting off victoriously. I held the dress in my hands. I suppose it is kind of cute… I thought of the mysterious boy I’d be meeting. Will he be tall? Or short? Athletic? Cute? Will he treat me like a gentleman? I put on the sparkly one shouldered turquoise dress, staring at myself in the mirror. I don’t suit dresses like other girls. I sighed. Jinhee swung open the door. “Hey there cutie, time for hair and make-up!” she sang, swishing her hips as she walked. Jinyoung’s sister is so dramatic. I sat down nervously as Jinhee worked on a cute side braid, letting my bangs fall lightly over my forehead. I opened my eyes to see but I was interrupted when she began to work on my makeup, lightly coating a coral lipgloss over my lips and added light gold eye shadow to my eyelids. As I opened my eyes again, I gasped. “I feel like… a girl.” Jinhee laughed from behind me. “Jinyoungie!” she called, hearing feet pounding up the stairs a few seconds later to my room. “Wow Minji you look so different! Is it really you?” I smacked his arm lightly, glaring playfully at him.   Mark’s P.O.V   Jackson lounged on my bed, making himself at home as I flicked through the shirts in my wardrobe. I sighed heavily, making Jackson look up and frown. “All of these t-shirts are too casual, Jackson.” Jackson swung his legs off the bed, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “There’s got to be something. Here, let me look.” He offered, pushing past me and pulling out shirts, then shaking his head and putting them back. He finally picked out a maroon coloured button up shirt. “Better.” He clicked his tongue. “But, Mark, you can’t be too formal, or she’ll think it’s a business meeting.” He joked. I rolled my eyes and picked a pair of chinos, not too casual, not too formal. “Okay, I’m c