You've made your ideal type on a weird website for a joke and the next day he's at your front door in a box with a note saying 'no returns'.
Disclaimerrr???
This is just a joke and not serious so don't think I hold this close to me heart or whatever...
"What the actual fricken frick ??? Is it real ???" You say to yourself as you examine the face curiously. You begin to remove to pink bubble wrap which covers the body to get a better look at what you're dealing with. It's feels so wrong but right at the same time. Like this guy was truly meant for you.
Taking a step back, you conclude that the guy is quite good looking and seems to suit his clothes well. His brown hair complimented his yellow hoodie, black ripped skinny jeans and matching converse. As you scanned the box for any clues as to what to do with the contents of the two boxes, another letter caught your eye.
Gingerly picking up the letter from the persons chest, you began to read it out loud.
"Instructions? Well, ok...", you mumbled before continuing. "To activate your DREAM BOYFRIEND press down on his chest three times. This will wake him up! Warning: DREAM BOYFRIEND INC. do NOT accept returns. Erm, slightly suspicious but whatever, let's 'wake you up'", you say sarcastically. "This has to be a joke."
You walked around to the side of the box and sat down on your knees as you questioned the reason as to why you were actually going though with this. Cautiously placing your hands on his chest, you checked the instructions one more time.
"Alright then, one... two...", you said, pressing down on the boys chest twice. You hesitated before pressing down a third time, worried something drastic would happen. "And... 3."
Silence. Nothing happened. The body didn't move. "What?" You whispered, disappointment washing over you as you reached over to poke the dummies cheek.
Suddenly, the body sprang up and the boy took a huge breath in. You yelped in surprise and scooted yourself as far away from the scene as you could.
"AHH!" You screamed, as you stared in horror at the boy, who was still recovering from being resurrected.
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"A-are you... ok?" You asked awkwardly. I mean, you have to forgive yourself for being so awkward, who would know how to approach this situation? How is this even happening??
"I'm sorry I scared you! My name is Lee Minhyuk :))) What is your name?" The boy said cheerfully. He stood up and stepped out of the box and carefully made his way over to you.
By this time, you were sitting with your knees to your chest, still tense from the scare and generally shaken. Minhyuk had crouched down beside you and offered his hand along with a sweet smile of sympathy and fondness.
"Um... (Y/N)." You managed to choke out after swallowing the lump in your throat. You took his hand and he shook it gently, the warm heat from his palm spreading to yours. 'Huh, our hands fit perfectly together...', you realised, with a small smile growing on your face. For a moment you forgot that you two were complete strangers to each other.
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Idk do I need to put a disclaimer that there could possibly sometimes be swearing ??
