Winrina Drabbles

(5) Date Night

"Minjeongie, please!" Soobin's whines echo out of her phone.

The blonde rolled her eyes as she shuffled across her room to her closet. She opens it and runs her hands across her dresses; all hung up. Silk, satin, linen...

"And what do I get in return?" Minjeong asked sweetly, earning a groan from the other end.

"I'll get you those pink pringles that you like."

Minjeong ponders; the silence was deafening to Soobin. The boy lets out a long sigh, followed by a grumble. "I'll slip in that new game you wanted, too."

"Oppa, you have made the right decision!" Mingjoeng singsongs. Soobin could already picture the smile plastered on the younger girl's face, but he was left with no other choice.

"Whatever," Soobin scoffs, "Does this mean you'll say yes? Just please make sure you entertain her and say things that'll make me sound cool!"

"Oppa, you can be everything except cool. Shellfish allergies aren't cool." The blonde teases. "Anyway, where's the venue for this date?"

"At Seola's, you know where it is, right?"

Seola's was a cute little restaurant a block away from Minjeong's dorm where she's spent too much of her money on buying espressos for those all-nighters before finals week; of course, she knew where it was. The place was not so spacious, giving it a rather intimate vibe, and the meals were at a decent price—totally college student-friendly.

"What time did you say you'd meet?"

"In about...now." Soobin's nonchalant tone strung a nerve, but Minjeong told herself to keep her cool if she wanted her new game.

"Oooh, I'm definitely gonna hit you when I see you," Minjeong grumbled under her breath.

"Thank you so much, Minjeongie! Oppa loves you!" and the line goes dead.

After muttering a string of curses to Soobin's name, Minjeong wastes no more time in choosing an outfit. The idiot didn't even say if she had to dress all fancy or not. Heck, Soobin didn't even give any details other than the girl he was supposed to meet also went to the same school they did, and she was Soobin's age.

Minjeong stares at her reflection on the mirror that hung on her closet door and sees her white shirt were decent enough to go out in, so she tucks it into a short, black pleated skirt and throws a flannel over her shoulders. The blonde quickly slips on some socks and her Nike's before making a beeline for her dorm's elevators.

As the elevator descends, her phone buzzes in her hands. It was Soobin.

Choi Soobin-babo: She just texted me that she's already there
Choi Soobin-babo: Dress casually, we're not that serious yet
Choi Soobin-babo: Hyunggg where are my medssss???
Choi Soobin-babo: Sorry, that wasn't meant for you