just a hangout || matb x reader

chapter 1: spiritual awakening.

i woke up from my slumber, rubbing my sleepy eyes and stepping out of bed. my 3'2 body crustily tumbled to my totally clean kitchen.
"hey, who stole all of my toaster waffles?" i sighed, slamming my fridge shut. "ugh, i bet it was those rats."
discarding breakfast, i clambered back to my room in search for some appropriate attire for my long, relaxing, self-care walk in the ancient korean folk villages. (yes we're in like, seoul or something?)
finally, i found a fruity black skirt with a matching brown top and slapped them on cutely, doing a little wink and pose.
next, i have to prepare my bag. pulling those cute little shoulder bags towards me, i pinpointed my trendy waterbottle in the kitchen and levitated to it.
i turned my tap towards the fucking boiling hot water side and cutely filled up my bottle with it. just in case those kids were being brats again!
next, i needed to fit my broke ass wallet into my tiny ass bag. i peered into my tiny leather wallet and it looked like that water deprived spongebob. if only some rich handsome guy could save me!
along with the wallet, i stuffed hand sanitizer and my cute phone with it's charms in my bag.
all set to go!
i ran outside my broke house and waved goodbye to my dead neighboors.
then a song came to my head.
"babaeyyy, 네게 반해버린 내게 왜 이래~" i sang my lungs out in perfect korean.
i twirled around poles on my way to the folk village whilst singing ring ding dong by shinee as loud as i could. some people stared, but i dont care.
"we wanna go rocka rocka rocka rocka rocka!" i vocalised, my pitch perfect and my vibrato strong.
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the song finished in my head as i skidded to a halt in front of the folk village.
"wow!" i gasped as i was in one of those high school romance movies as the new kid. "wow!!"
i smiled as i pushed my airpods in my totally clean earpits and turned up the song fight song as loud as i could.
the folk village was beautiful, but of course, there was some annoying field trip kids ruining the view with their crusty toes.
the tour guides wore bright smiles on their faces and wore traditional hanbok to show that they were really devoted to their job. they were probably paid a lot.
i was checking out the old houses and it's dust by myself.
was i allowed in here? no one was here. no one would know.
i smiled cutely and stepped on the step of the house, where i lost my balance on my feet. it was probably these shoes!
i gasped cutely and felt my life slip away from me as the thoughts of my face plastered across the headlines with "21 year old woman has been killed!"
but then, as i was about to scream my whole fucking will to my non existent children, i stopped falling.
the sun gleamed into my eyes as i looked up. i had been caught by a dark sillhouette with fluffy hair.
"ma'am, you're lucky i caught you." he said. he had a calm voice, with a slight croak.
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