#inseong x reader

☆ko-fi au: rich kid!au inseong
other rich kid aus:hongseok|hyungwon|haechan

• you should have known something was wrong when your date didn’t send you the address for the restaurant you two were going to meet at for the first time
• instead opting for an expensive and suspicious-looking black car that makes itself a nuisance in front of your apartment building
• you stare at it from the door and beside you is your neighbor, a busybody office worker named dawon, who holds his mail in one hand and twists his mouth up into a frown
• “i wouldn’t get in that car if i were you.”
• “it looks like it’s a bmw”
• “this date of yours is starting to look like a psychopath.”
• you roll your eyes, but the sentiment isn’t lost on you
• who has the money to rent this kind of car? all for a dinner date?
• you look at your phone where there’s a text from your date, kim inseong, who you met through one of those online dating apps you had sworn you’d never use
• but with the years passing by and your friends all gushing about the fountain of love and relationship
• you had caved
• actually, you had caved after a particularly teary-eyed solo re-watch of breakfast at tiffany’s
• not that you really cared about the plot or anything - just that the fantasy of being loved and taken care of for the rest of your life - well
• whatever, the point was you had made a profile and you had matched with inseong
• you were initially worried about him being a catfish - the one unnormal thing on his profile was the fact that he was gorgeous
• but a video chat had melted those doubts away
• still, this car and this secret reservation was starting to raise red flags
• “im taking down the license plate number”
• dawon says and you re-read the text from inseong again
• ‘are you sure you can’t just tell me the address of this place? i can take the train’
• 'don’t worry, the car will get you there faster and the hostess knows the driver so you won’t have any issues with the reservation’
• you slip your phone into your pocket, suddenly aware that all you’re bringing is it and your keys
• dawon is furiously taking photos of the car now and you tell him it’ll be ok
• he asks before you go out to the car, “what’s this guys name?”
• “kim - kim inseong.”
• dawon’s eyes go wide and he gapes, you tell him to stop fooling around as you wave goodbye
• just as the door shuts, you don’t hear dawon go
• “that kim inseong?”
• the driver is quiet but polite and you try to overcompensate with your manners and not pester him about where you’re going
• the inside of the car smells of new leather and there isn’t a speck of dirt or evidence of anyone else being in here but you
• the city’s winding streets and lights both distract and worry you and you nervously tap on the dating app to see inseong’s profile again
• a mirror selfie is the first picture, he’s smiling and looks like he might be in a fancy hotel bathroom somewhere
• the next picture is him and a couple of what you assume are work buddies
• the next is him at a bookshop, wearing pretty framed glasses that compliment the shape of his face
• his interests are artsy and he says he works in photography
• he’s a cancer and he likes ballads and doing puzzles
• his profile is pretty generic, you don’t want to be vain but you’d matched with him because he was totally hot, but also after talking you’d come to realize there was more
• he was definitely witty, charming, and didn’t ever send you the kind of messages you had heard horror stories about
• (three am hookups or requests for pictures of your feet)
• you close the app, just as the driver parks the car and you expect to get out at some small, but cute italian place
• or at most somewhere more new and stylish that might have been mentioned in a magazine
• you do not think you’re going to stop in front of one of seoul’s most high-end restaurants
• the kind of place that looks like it should be a palace - high rise ceilings and huge fountains and a line of hopeful socialities waiting around the corner praying someone miss their reservation
• the driver comes around to your side, opening the door and suddenly you look down and think
• im not dressed for this place, hell im not a person made for this place
• you step out and he motions for you to pass the line, up the stairs and into the huge doors
• as soon as the hostess sees him she shoves forward a lanky looking valet boy and sends you a big, red-lipsticked smile
• “ah, you’re mr. kim’s date. come with me - he’s in our private dining room.”
• you feel like a newborn animal walking on shakey legs as you follow her, you walk past the first level of dinners who are seated at elegant looking tables in low light
• there’s a hum of talking and the sound of someone pouring wine
• you look for inseong, but don’t see him anywhere
• the hostess leads you to an elevator at the back - and when it arrives she motions for you to go inside and tells the person inside that you’ll be going to floor nine
• turns out the entirety of floor nine is one big dining room, adorned in gold and red and at the table right before one of the huge windows is inseong
• you can’t think of a word to say - not even when his eyes light up to match the chandeliers and he stands up from his seat to greet you
• “inseong”
• you squeak and he says your name prettily like it’s the name of a flower
• “inseong - ” you repeat and look at him with eyes like saucers “is this some kind of practical joke?”
• the look of happiness on his face dims
• “w-what?”
• “where are we, this place of town is for millionaires - stars, i can’t afford to eat here! i probably can’t even afford to breathe the air here! if this is your idea of a fun prank date then im going to-”
• you throw your hands up, fussing so much so that the waiter who had wanted to come over stops in their tracks
• inseong looks at you and for a moment there’s hurt in his expression but then something else dawns on him
• “you didn’t know?”
• you shake your head - “how would i have known that this is some elaborate joke! i knew those dating apps would end up embarrassing me-”
• “no, i mean you don’t know who i am?”
• your hands swing down to your sides and you look at him almost stupidly
• “well, you’re kim inseong.”
• “yes.”
• he motions to the photographs that line the red-painted wall, all framed and featuring famous models and public figures
• they look vaguely familiar, as if you seen them multiple times on the covers of magazines or newspapers
• “im kim inseong, the photographer of seoul”
• a blankness coats the room and then, like a rubber band, it snaps into place
• the magazine covers, the job title 'photographer’ on his profile, and now the inseong standing in front of you in head to toe gucci
• you step back like you’ve just been approached by a dangerous-looking beast
• hands flying up to your mouth
• “oh my god - you’re famous and-”
• he grins, “and rich.”
• somehow you sit down, probably because the news hits you like a truck and you can’t stand any longer
• it’s enough time for inseong to wave the waiter over safely and order wine for the two of you as well as an appetizer in french that glosses over your head
• he looks at you and folds his hands under his chin
• “i thought you knew.”
• “why is a millionaire like you on a dating app for plebeians”
• he shakes his head, “you’re not a plebeian”
• “im pretty sure my yearly salary is the same amount as one of your cameras.”
• he looks down at his wine and swallows, suddenly the air of glowing confidence and ease shrinks
• “you’re right. it’s silly of me to say i wasn’t trying to act a little bit below my status by joining the app.”
• you straighten in your seat
• “i - i didn’t mean it like that, i mean rich people still want love im sure - i mean you’re a normal person.”
• “normal?” he flicks his gaze to you “no one has ever called me that.”
• great, here i am putting my foot in my mouth in front of one of seoul’s most eligible bachelors
• “i mean - i just. ok i mean you’re not 'normal’ in your field of work but you want to feel a connection right. that’s why you joined the app - just like me. you just want someone in your life.”
• you don’t notice the little smile that tugs at the corner of inseong’s long lips
• your appetizer arrives and you are offput by the amount of truffle on it
• inseong tells you to look at the menu and order anything you like and as much of it as you want to
• one look at the price and you tell him you’ll pass, you’ll get mcdonalds on your way home
• “please don’t worry, it’ll go on my bill”
• he insists and you cross your arms
• “this is our first date, we go dutch. i can’t have you treating me if im not even your partner yet”
• inseong bites his tongue not to laugh at the simple way you look at everything
• “fine, well then.” he closes the menu and snaps his fingers, within a moment a man arrives at his side - you assume it’s his assistant “let’s got to mcdonalds together.”
• you think he’s being funny, but he’s not
• you find yourself in the second expensive car of the day. this time it’s a slicked silver lamborghini that inseong drives with an almost alarming carelessness.
• he seems to have forgotten how to order at a drive-through and so you have to lean over his lap to speak for the both of you
• as you put in the order, inseong flushes and tries not to look at the areas of your shirt that have slide up as you hang out of the window
• when you sit back you grin at him
• “i hope you like chicken nuggets”
• inseong does, so much so that he eats his and puppy dog begs you for one of yours
• you both sit in his car and you try not to spill anything, but inseong says not to worry about being careful. he has another car (or five) that he can use if you stain the seat with your sprite
• but aside from that you ask inseong more about his life
• you had briefly chatted before you met, but now there was a treasure trove of new information about him to unlock
• the weird thing is that you just genuinely want to know
• inseong picks up on it, you have no ulterior motive. you haven’t had one since you found out who he really was.
• you nibble on a fry as you ask, “so are you traveling these days for work?”
• “usually. when we video chatted i was in denmark.”
• you stick your tongue out
• “denmark! what a show off, my last vacation was a two hour train ride outside of seoul.”
• “well - where do you want to go?”
• you gather your garbage and his neatly, inseong finds the normal gesture pangs something in his heart
• “hmmm i think i would want to go someone really warm. like brazil or chile.”
• “are you free this weekend?”
• you blink and turn to look at him
• “are you asking me on a second date?”
• he puts a hand on the wheel and nods
• “yes.”
• “well - i am free actually…….but if we go on a date let’s not do anymore uptight restaurants.”
• he promises he won’t and instead he says he’ll pick somewhere comfortable and fun
• you try not to get bashful when he says your photos do you no justice - you should let him take your portrait next time too
• and although he drives you home in his car, you are aware of the black car you arrived in following close behind
• when he stops in front of your apartment you turn and mumble that you had a good time, after the heart attack-inducing revelation of his identity
• inseong laughs and you straighten your shoulders slightly
• he notices the way you position yourself slightly and he turns to you too. suddenly the look in his bright eyes dulls just a bit as he lingers from looking into your eyes to your lips
• you decide to be brave - closing your eyes as an invitation
• inseong’s smile is soft against your lips when he leans in
• nothing more than that happens and you blurt out that you’ll look forward to the next date, inseong watches you scurry inside your apartment before letting out the breath of nervousness he’s been holding
• never thinking you would give him butterflies he hasn’t felt since he was in high school
• when you get home - dawon is knocking on your apartment in five minutes
• and you two spend an hour going through inseong’s photos again as dawon points out that “how could you not know he’s rich, he’s wearing a 100k watch in this bathroom selfie!”
• you tell him you’re just dumb, or maybe just charmed by who inseong is rather than his money
• dawon doesn’t believe it but he asks when your second date is and you say this weekend
• “where is he taking you?”
• you giggle, “he said somewhere comfortable and nice! maybe we’ll go to a market or something.”
• the weekend comes and. inseong has bought you two private jet tickets to brazil.
• such is the world of dating a rich kid.