☆ idea dump for the fake scenarios i make up in head when i listen to songs
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victon byungchan
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"Tape, rope, glue, Japanese paper—" You chanted to yourself as you made your way to the university storage room, remembering everything your senior asked you to bring. "And I just have to leave the door open." You said as you passed by the chair that held the broken door open.
You carefully took the boxes from the shelves, fishing out for the materials your course needed for your booth, struggling to take the boxes on the top shelves.
You grabbed a stepping stool, knowing that you weren't that cliché romance protagonist that had someone get the box for you. But alas, the box was too big for you to see the steps as you stepped down from the stool, making you fall from it.
And just like the cliché romance protagonist, you were caught by someone who looked like he was hand-carved by God himself.
"I got you," He said as he held the box you let go off, holding your back with his free hand. "Don't worry." He whispered as he helped you get down safely.
"Thanks for catching me." You said as you dusted yourself, opening your arms to carry the box he caught for you.
"Let me walk you towards your booth." He insisted as his grip on the box tightened, brightly smiling at you who tied your hair up. "I'm Byungchan by the way, Choi Byungchan from Civil Engineering."
"I'm from Electrical Engineering." You tried to say, finding things in common to talk about as you two made your way to the storage unit's one and only door.
"Did you take out the chair?" You asked him in panic, noticing how the door was now closed, making him stare at you, confused at why you were reacting like that.
"I thought someone just misplaced it so I moved it." He said innocently as he raised his shoulders, not getting the situation.
"The door is broken you dummy!" You said letting out a little laugh as you two realize you were stuck with each other for who knows how long. "Do you have your phone?" You asked him only earning a head shake from him.
"Then I guess we're fucked." You said throwing your hands up in the air in defeat, pulling the chair that once held the door open into the storage unit, sitting down where the light from the small windows shined. "Might as well get comfy."
