[Oneshot] 

“Alright, alright.” I agree. He lifts his hand and continues to wear his smile. “I’m going to guess why you’re here as well.” I challenge myself, and he shrugs. “We can all try.”

I stare at him, then at the coat he dumped in the seat between us, at his shoes – and then at his hair. He watches. I’ve got nothing, but I can’t possibly say that!
“Uh, maybe you take your job too seriously and haven’t dated anybody until Daehyun started to worry whether your works.”

And he chokes on his drink.               

Yongguk coughed, and put down his glass –eyes turning red. He struggles with the bit of liquid down his lungs, and then falls into a fit of laughter. I’m intuitively patting his back to help with the coughs, and later realizes it un-necessary. I did mean to be funny, after all.

“That was a total random crap, right?” he asked, wiping his nose – and I nodded, chuckling. He shook his head and calmed down his laughing fit, leaning back. “… and to think you got it right.” He said, denying the chances; and I gasped. “Are you serious?” I ask in disbelief.

Then he pulled out his phone, and slid through his messages. Then he pointed at one, and slid the phone to me. ‘Yongguk, we have to see if your still works. 9pm sharp His name’s Himchan. If you’re late I’m going to cut off your non-functional balls anyway, so be here.’