South Korea/Reader || HEY~ SEXY LADY!!

South Korea X Reader
INSPIRED BY "GANGNAM STYLE!"

(f/n) = first name
(e/c) = eye color

Poor Reader hasn't heard of the infamous "Gangnam Style!" What does Im Yong Soo have to say about this?

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"Hey? Im Yong Soo?" called (f/n).

The pair was at (f/n)'s apartment in Seoul, and were studying for exams. They were in the best classes, and were often fussed over. The two both competed for the top of the class, but failed by being tied in everything they did.

The Korean looked up from his advanced physics textbook. "Yes, da-ze?"

(f/n) called from her laptop, which showed a chat with one of her best friends. Yong Soo quickly peeped at the conversation and made out the words "sexy," "Korean," "style," and "I LOVE HIM AJHDGJGVGFWKS" before (f/n) changed the tab and Yong Soo found himself staring at a YouTube video of Girl's Generation. The Asian looked surprised, but it wasn't enough for what (f/n) was about to say.

"What's the Gangnam Style thing?" she asked as innocently as ever, with huge (e/c) eyes of adoration.

Im Yong Soo fell out of his chair. Flailing around, and succeeding in getting every single textbook to fall on him, he tried to register what you just asked him. Did you just seriously ask that!?

(f/n) shot out of seat by her bedroom window and helped the Korean up. After calming him down, she brought him a cool, wet cloth for his forehead, and laid him on her bed (*cough*with her Super Junior covers*cough*).

"Y-Yong S-S-Soo! Oh my gods! Are you having a seizure? Are you okay?" she fussed over him. She ran around her room trying to soothe her classmate of his "attack." "Here, put this cloth on your forehead. If you can't make it to school tomorrow, I'll tell the teacher—!"

(f/n)'s words were suddenly drowned out as Im Yong Soo stared at her ceiling. She ran around, and finally stopped by the Korean to check his temperature and make sure he was okay. (f/n) was in Seoul. PSY was Korean, so he originated in Korea, da-ze.

How was this possible?

He sprang up from the bed and quickly sabotaged her laptop, scaring the living life out of (f/n). She jumped up and let the towel she was holding fly and fall flat onto the Yong Soo's forehead LIKE A BOSS. Opening another tab on her laptop, he searched on YouTube: "gangnam style psy."

(f/n) quickly tried to get a hold of her electronic device again, but failed as Im Yong Soo held her back with one hand, while using the other to click on the video. He jumped out of her seat, and tossed (f/n) into it like she was a rag doll.

Startled, (f/n) looked back to her roommate, but he only closed his eyes, and pointed to the screen and nodded. She looked back but saw the strangest thing: a random guy was sunbathing.

"Yong Soo, why are looking at this— what the heck? Why— is that horse dancing?!"

(f/n) stared until half the video passed. She didn't know what to look at, the guy "thrusting forward" while PSY was under him, or her roommate dancing like an idiot behind her.

She looked back at the playing video, avoiding looking at Yong Soo.

"It's not that bad…"

Once the video was over, (f/n) was dancing with Im Yong Soo, dancing it out on the streets, and successfully starting a parade that ruined traffic.

You both failed to pass your advanced physics exam.

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BONUS EPILOGUE! (ft. Girl's Generation's "MR. TAXI!")

Your new boyfriend suddenly remembered something he was going to ask you earlier.

"(f/n), I've been meaning to ask you…"

"Yes, Yong Soo?"

"You like K-POP, don't you, (f/n)?" Im Yong Soo gave you the Spongebob face.

(f/n) blushed, astonished on how her boyfriend had suddenly found out, and so suddenly. She typed a few more words on her report on WWII before looking at him with a flushed face.

"O-only Girl's Generation and Super Junior though!" she stuttered, face redder than your friend Antonio's freshly-grown tomatoes.

The Korean native looked at her bedspread. "No kidding. Why can't I be on your bed sheets? Don't you love me?" He whined.

"S-s-shut u-up!"

"Geez, I'm just kidding." He said hands up in surrender. "I was serious about the part about me on your bed sheets though."

Before (f/n) could say anything else stupid to him, her boyfriend had tackled her off her chair, and searched up on YouTube: "snsd mr. taxi."

He searched up a karaoke version after that though, and pointed at it. "If you are a true K-POP lover, and my soul mate, then you must sing this perfectly."

"CHALLENGE ACCEPTED."

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2 MINUTES LATER...


"MR. TAXI, TAXI, TAXI! SODA! SUSHI, SUSHI, SUSHI! KATE-O CANT TOUCH ME! WHY!? COME ON! YO-YO!!! ONE-TWO-THREE-URM, SOMETHING- AH!"

"Give up, (f/n)! You can't even sing the chorus right!"