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Sion is proud of his fashion sense.
He enjoys scrolling through Pinterest and curating his own personal style. He spends his free time thrifting, browsing online retail stores, and—despite the dingy four walls of his dorm room—dedicates an ample amount of space to his wardrobe.
It’s why, during his nightly routine of checking out what’s new on his favourite online store, he clicks on a pair of pants that catches his interest. They’re from ATTENTIONROW, a brand he’s familiar with and already owns a few items from. He scrolls through the product photos and checks the fabric composition, pleasantly surprised by the 100% cotton.
It’s when he scrolls to the reviews—because though Sion is adventurous, he’d never risk an unfortunate clothing purchase—that he sees it. Or better yet—him. Immediately.
There are only eight reviews. This guy—Kim Daeyoung—is at the very top. The review is nothing special. Just a simple mirror selfie of him wearing the pants, his face cropped from view. The caption is literally one sentence, and it ends with an exclamation mark.
For some strange reason, Sion feels himself start to shake. Fuck. Fuck!
Why is this random stranger cute? He’s just some guy. He’s like all the other dudes posing, posting photos of themselves in the pants, but God knows why this one makes Sion’s heart race.
He has to be insane. Maybe he’s going through something. Maybe he shouldn’t have had three iced americanos today. Maybe he shouldn’t still be up at 2 a.m., neglecting his beauty sleep and the efforts of his skincare routine.
Sion takes a deep, shaky breath—because he is genuinely off-kilter—and closes his eyes. He’s going to sleep whatever the hell this feeling is away from him. He’s going to wake up at 9 a.m., regret his life decisions, and go to class like always. He’s not going to think of random stranger Kim Daeyoung on Musinsa ever again.
“You’re not in love with a fucking Musinsa reviewer. Are you insane?”
Sion holds in the scowl and the verbal attack that wants to shoot out of him, only because he knows Jisung is valid in his discretion. But Sion has also been harbouring this crush for six months, completely alone and fuelled only by the four other reviews he’s found of Daeyoung on the site. Honestly, he’s surprised he didn’t snap much earlier.
“He’s not…” Sion starts, trying to exude rationality and poise. “He’s not just a Musinsa reviewer.”
“Oh, what the fuck is he then?”
“My soulmate,” Sion quips quickly, which makes Yushi sigh and shake his head at the ground like Sion’s a disappointment.
“Hyung,” Riku pipes up. “Is this happening because we wouldn’t go speed dating with you? Because we’ll do it if it’ll fix this.”
Riku looks at the others, shaking his head to get them to verbalise their agreement, but the two don’t even bother to pretend they would. Sion hates them.
“No, it’s not because of that. And just so you know, I’ll never need a speed dating event again. Because I have Daeyoung.”
His friends reply with a chorus of groans.
“You don’t know him,” Yushi says. “You don’t even know what he looks like.”
Sion shakes his head. “I don’t need to. I can already feel it in my soul. He’s handsome. Face and heart.”
Riku looks close to tears. “You’re delusional. Like genuinely delusional. And we need to get you laid—”
“I’m not sleeping with anyone that’s not Daeyoung.”
“You’re fucking sick.”
“That’s Kim Daeyoung.”
“What?”
Sion points—very unsubtly—at a man across the lecture hall. “That is Kim Daeyoung.”
Riku’s mouth stays wide open. “There’s no way.”
Sion whips his head around, indignant, like he’s been personally insulted. “You think I wouldn’t recognise him? I look at his photos every week.”
“Hyung, you’re a creep.”
“It’s not creepy, it’s—fuck, fuck, fuck—”
Kim Daeyoung has already made a move, chatting to some guy and taking a seat near the front. Sion grabs Riku, shoving him along before hesitating at their aisle.
“Should I sit next to him?”
“Uh…”
“Or should I sit behind him?”
Riku looks at the seat directly behind supposed-Daeyoung and sighs. “Hyung, that is infinitely more creepy than just sitting next to—”
“So you’re saying I should sit next to him?”
“…Yeah,” Riku relents after weighing his options. “Might as well get this Daeyoung delusion into the ground now. Go ahead.”
Sion nods, looking far too determined. Supposed-Daeyoung is now setting up his notebooks and iPad, waiting for the lecturer to come in.
Sion clears his throat. “Um, hey. Mind if I sit here?”
The boy turns and—wow. Wowwwwwww. WOOOWWWWW. He’s just as pretty as Sion imagined he’d be. And he’s wearing an x-ton zip up paired with dark denim jeans and he’s stylish and he’s perfect and he’s—
“Oh, sure!”
Sion shuffles quickly into the seat and Riku follows. At least the guy seems nice.
“I’m Sion.”
“Riku.”
“Oh, I’m Daeyoung! Nice to meet you guys!”
Riku drops his water bottle in the middle of placing it down. The metal crashes against the desk, to the floor, and multiple times as it falls down the steps.
“I’m sorry,” Riku says, eyes flitting wide. “Your name is Daeyoung?”
“Yeah,” ‘Daeyoung’ replies.
Riku sees the stupid shit eating grin form on Sion’s face. This can’t be happening.
“Would your last name happen to be Kim?” Sion asks, batting his eyelashes a bit as Daeyoung looks at them puzzled.
“Oh… yeah it is. How’d you know?”
It is indeed Kim Daeyoung. Musinsa Kim Daeyoung. Love of his life Kim Daeyoung. Sion knows this in complete certainty—not because he asked and not because of his name. It’s because after five weeks of lectures, three study dates, and a plan to hang at Daeyoung’s place, Sion receives solid, empirical evidence. Evidence in the form of the ATTENTIONROW [Edition 2] POLIZEI HEAVY TRAINING STRING PANTS that Sion just ripped off him—indeed, 100% cotton. And evidence in the form of the full-length mirror from review number three—currently reflecting a very delightful view of Daeyoung’s back as he rides him.
“Ahh, hyung,” Daeyoung whines as his hips twitch, causing Sion’s dick to bury deeper into him.
Sion groans, head falling back onto Daeyoung’s pillow. God, it smells like the fig body mist Daeyoung wears everyday. Sion thinks this must be the perfect life—beautiful, gorgeous Daeyoung on top of him, beautiful, gorgeous Daeyoung’s scent everywhere, beautiful, gorgeous Daeyoung’s whines—
The grating sound of Sion’s phone going off interrupts his bliss. He furrows his brows and tries his best to dissociate the sound, but Daeyoung seems to struggle.
“Hyung, answer it.”
Sion’s eyes snap to his. He looks wrecked—adorably wrecked. As if Sion could ever tear himself away.
“Daeyoung-ah, we can ignore it. Nothing could possibly be more important to me than you.”
It’s a lot, coming from a guy he officially met five weeks ago, but Sion’s sure—Daeyoung is his soulmate. 100%. Zero doubts.
Daeyoung smiles, clearly pleased, but the phone starts ringing again.
“Ugh, hyung! Just answer—it’s annoying.”
Sion coos at the pout and reaches for the phone. Whatever Daeyoung wants.
“What do you—”
“Hyung! Why’d you take forever?!”
Sion freezes, recognition dawning. “Ohhh… Riku, I’m sorry. I’m kinda busy, but what did you need—”
Daeyoung, unbothered, keeps moving. And when he grinds just right, Sion hits just right, and the moan that tears out of him is loud.
“What the fuck are you—wait. Are you—”
“I said I was busy!”
“But you said… you said you’d only do it with Daeyoung from now on and—”
“It is Daeyoung.”
The line goes dead silent. For a second Sion wonders if Riku hung up or fainted from shock. Neither would surprise him.
“This can’t be happening. You can’t just be a creep, find your creep obsession, and find love. That’s not how life works. What the fuck.”
Sion smirks—the worst possible reaction. “Sorry? Sorry my life is perfect?”
“Perfect?!” Riku screeches. “You fell for his fucking Musinsa reviews! Do you know how many years I’ve been single? Do you know how many hours I’ve spent on dating apps—”
“You should’ve shopped on Musinsa,” Sion cuts in.
There’s a strangled noise, and then the line disconnects.
Daeyoung blinks. “Musinsa reviews? What was he talking about?”
“Don’t worry about him,” Sion says, pulling him down for a kiss. “I’ll tell you later.”
(“Be honest,” Jisung says, staring into Sion’s eyes, dead serious. “Did you jerk off to the Musinsa reviews?”
“I didn’t—” Sion splutters, heat rushing up his neck as the rest of his circle of friends stare in judgment. “I didn’t jerk off to them, I just knew he’d be cute!”
“Are you sure? Because eight months is a long time to be yearning for some random, faceless guy on the internet—”
“I’m not a degenerate, I didn’t jerk off to his innocent Musinsa reviews—!”
“He’s telling the truth,” Daeyoung interrupts from where he’s stuck to Sion’s side. “He told me he didn’t, and he would never lie to me.”
“See!” Sion says triumphantly. “See, my lovely, gorgeous, wonderful, Daeyoung proves I didn’t—”
“He did cum when I recited one of the reviews, though. And I’d just pushed in.”
“Gross.”
“Sion, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Hyung. Please. And I mean—please. Get help.”)