Parallel Universe [NaMon Fanfic]

Chapter 7

Nanon’s POV

"Janhae, I'm working with Chimon in a series," I complained earnestly.

"What's wrong with that? I thought you two were getting along. You have a plan, right? You can fix that… vlog accident. Is there more that you two are fighting about?" Janhae has a point. What's wrong with working with Chimon? What's wrong with me?

"I'm just…" Here comes a lame excuse, "annoyed." Janhae sipped her milktea thoughtfully.

“I think you feel that way because of your terrible first meeting, but if you get to know him, he’s actually a fun person to be with.” I nodded, feigning agreement. I get where she’s coming from though. Last time the three of us were together, she enjoyed talking to him.

I guess I’m a little jealous.

“Talking about Chimon.” I turned towards her, not being able to hide the wrinkling of my forehead upon hearing his name.

“Do you think he likes Ciize?” He likes Ciize? A sour feeling rose in my chest. I swallowed hard, remembering how he lit up when he saw Ciize back at his restaurant.

“Maybe,” I whispered.

“I thought so, too! They looked good together when we saw them at the restaurant,” she replied giddily. I smiled at her and took a long sip of my milktea. Janhae is right. They looked good together.

“Nanon, I have to go now. I still have a thesis to do.” I nodded and gave her a quick hug. She was typing on her phone as she walked out of the cafe. I should tell her to do that less, or she’ll inevitably trip herself. As for me, I have homeworks to do and a script to memorize. I emptied my cup of milk tea and went home.

I slumped down my bed in exhaustion. Homework is so tiresome, especially when it isn't taught. It's not the teacher's fault that I fell asleep during the class, but now I have to self-teach. Maybe, I should've just done homeschooling. I wonder if Janhae is already home. I grabbed my phone and saw a message from Chimon.

We need to talk.

I groaned involuntarily.

Not now. I just got home. I typed heavily, then I sent a message to Janhae.

Are you home yet?

Then I slumped my arms and let my phone bounce on my bed. I don't understand why there are teachers who require essays to be handwritten when it's easier to just type and print them. And then they complain about the students' poor handwriting. As far as I'm concerned, the only times I am required to write at my work is when I need to sign something.

"Nanon, come here!" I groaned when I heard my mother's voice. All I want is to rest!

"I'm tired!" I complained. I waited for my mom's reply but there was nothing. Then, the door to my room suddenly opened to reveal my mother. I sat upright out of shock.

"Your friend is here," she muttered, annoyance dripping from her tone. Which friend is she pertaining to?

"Hey, Nanon." I froze. I watched my mother left before I focused on Chimon.

"What are you doing here?" I asked defensively. Suddenly, I was aware of my scattered notes on the table and that I was underdressed in my sando and shorts. Unconsciously, I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to conceal my body.

"To talk," he replied with a roll of his eyes. What a drama queen.

"How are we going to fix the mess we're in? Your nonchalance about it stresses me out. It's annoying."

"And you being here stresses me out as well," I whispered.

"I heard you." And what's he gonna do about that? I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Anyway, what's the plan?" Is that all he ever knows to talk about? He kept on muttering the plan the plan the plan, is he a broken record or something?

"I don't know!" I hissed.

"Why am I not even surprised?"

"Are you really here to talk or to pick a fight with me?"

"Well, if you're not so clumsy and careless and if only you'd care about me, a victim of the little mishap you caused, I won't be here in the first place!" I winced at his tone.

"Tone it down. My mom might hear you." He let out a deep sigh.

"I'm leaving. If you can't come up with a plan, I'll come up with one or two or three," then he brashly opened the door to a full swing and left an air of distaste in my room. From somewhere on bed came a sudden ring! of a notification. I lazily fetched in and saw Janhae’s reply.

I just got home.

I replied with a heart sticker and slumped myself down my bed once again, the conversation I just had with Chimon replayed in my mind.

I wonder if I’m really nonchalant about the situation like he said. The words clumsy and careless kept on echoing, making me uncomfortable. Is everything really my fault? I feel… irresponsible. Maybe he’s right. I’m nonchalant, clumsy, and careless. And I should handle the situation that I caused, even if it’s just an accident. Instead of slacking off, I should have a plan.

I texted Chimon on the day that we’re going to have a photoshoot for the series.

Where are you?

He replied almost instantly.

Home.

I did some research about him (to be specific, I asked Janhae to ask Ciize things about Chimon) and I found some personal information that proved to be useful right now, which, to specify is his address. It also explained how he was able to go to my house so quickly the last time we talked. That is because we live around the same area.

And so, Chimon in a shirt and khaki shorts greeted me when I rang the doorbell to their house. I thought it would be a good little payback for his little surprise the last time but he didn’t seem fazed about seeing me.

“What do you need?” he asked irritatingly, I can’t help but puff.

“You look like a wrinkled old man.” That earned me a step forward from him, which to me seems like a threat that he might punch me all of a sudden.

“What do you need?” he asked once again. I sighed and this time. I replied to his question properly.

“I have a plan.”