deal [stray kids hyunjin]

chapter twenty-four

i couldn't mutter a word. i tried to say something but as i opened my mouth, all i could do was close it again. did he seriously just ask me to be his girlfriend?

"y/n" he whined, sitting up and grabbing both of my hands and i didn't stop him. "can you please say something?"

it seems like my capability to speak has vanished and i, too, couldn't move. i'm stuck and i couldn't escape anywhere because i'm already in my room a.k.a the go-to area when escaping. yes, i like hyunjin. however, i never imagined that he will ask me that kind of question.

does this mean he likes me, too?

since i've been completely silent for a while, he sighed deeply and let go of my hands. then, as he was looking down, he pushed his hair back and licked his lips. "i'll get going." he said, still not looking at me.

i still couldn't respond. my body's in complete shock and it just ultimately stopped working. i'm still conscious, though, but my senses are probably dead.

he sighed deeply before heading out the door, closing it once he stepped out. while i, on the other hand, was still stuck in the same position from when he was here.

be his girlfriend, for real.

what the fuck, y/n. you're so stupid.

as if awakened by a nightmare, i jumped out of bed and hurriedly wore the sneakers i was wearing. although, i ended up wearing them as slippers. i dashed out of my room, quickly descending the stairs to the point where my face almost touched the ground, and ran outside.

i have to get to hyunjin.

my mom didn't even notice me despite literally running in front of her. call me the flash, i guess.

but, i stopped because i remembered something.

i have no clue where he lives.

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once hyunjin stepped foot inside his room, he called chan.

"i asked if she could be my girlfriend."

"what did she say?"

"she stopped functioning."

"what?"

"she just stared at me and never responded once i asked."

"i don't know what else to tell you, just that she doesn't like me. okay?"

"how are you so sure that she doesn't? did she tell you who she likes or something?"

"yeah, she told me who she likes or something. although, not really."

iblooked at chan confusingly, "what do you mean?"

"well, i asked her to write something and she wrote something about the person she likes and i guessed who the person was."

"you got the correct answer?"

"yes, i did."

"who?"

"i'm not the one who's supposed to tell you. it should come from her."

"you're not helping."

"i have to go hyunjin, goodnight."

"goodnight."

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y/n singer-songwriter
hi chan
ik its late but i have a question