jiseok had that look—the one that meant he was about to say something absolutely ridiculous. leaning against the table with far too much confidence, he cleared his throat dramatically before smirking down at you. "are you french?" he asked, tilting his head like he had just delivered the smoothest line in history.

you barely glanced up from your phone, already sensing where this was going. "no?"

"because eiffel for you."* he finished proudly, grinning like he had just won the lottery. he even wiggled his eyebrows for extra effect, clearly expecting you to swoon over his so-called charm.

instead, you blinked at him, unimpressed. "jiji, that was awful." but the second his confident grin melted into an exaggerated pout, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. shaking your head, you reached up and flicked his forehead, making him yelp. "you're lucky i already like you," you teased, and his pout immediately turned into a bright, lovesick smile. "then i guess i’ll have to keep trying until you love me even more," he declared, and somehow, you knew this wouldn’t be the last terrible pick-up line you’d hear from him.