treasure imagines

11:11 || hyunsuk

PLOT. a young man, somewhat in between a genie or a fairy, appears everytime y/n makes a wish during 11:11 PM.

A/N. excuse the mistakes im very sleepy rn i'll fix it tmrrw maybe [plus idk why recent chapters aren't uploaded in order if that makes any sense ughhh]

11:11, make me rich. 

fucking rich. loaded rich. all types of rich. just really, really rich. rich, rich, rich.

a girl clasped her hands together desperately in a position that prayed. 

it was in the middle of the evening, a short stretch before midnight. the girl was studying for an exam that could determine the trajectory of her scholarship. what prompted her to suddenly believe that wishes made through the head would come true was that none of the information she had been studying for hours was sticking to her head. 

quite shocking.

and mortifying.

her sole wish was to become rich so she could afford the disastrous tuition fee instead of cramming. or option two, drop out and enjoy the sweet luxury and privilege of being rich affords. either way, both options yell at her to become rich first and foremost.

she sighed, removing her hand from her face and opened her eyes once again to meet the sight of her cluttered desk. 

her head pounded.

she might start hallucinating. 

she soon realized that she was already hallucinating when she saw white smoke emit on both of her sides. she immediately shot up from her chair, scared that she left her stove and was causing a fire. "oh," she uttered, the realization of her not having a stove crashing in and causing her to sit back down.

"i can't make your wish come true today. wish for another thing and i might help. although i do have five dollars on me," a voice masculine enough to be judged to belong to a man, yet a tone that was sarcastic enough to be deemed serious.

y/n cranked her head around. her studio apartment with the smallest bedroom had one of the cheapest monthly rent she had ever seen in the city. no snarly hidden fees either. however, the sole bedroom in the apartment was undeniably tiny. 

therefore, the first thing she saw when she peered around was not her bed, instead a young man who was standing next to her bed. he wore clothes and pieces that did not match the inexpensive walls of her room. what caught her eyes were the sunglasses that covered his own eyes that prevented her from catching his gaze.

she blinked her eyes. she could go on to at least five scenarios that debunked an intruder breaking in that wouldn't give a reason for this guy before her to stand before her. the one obvious scenario is that she lived on the fifteenth floor that debunked window break-ins. and that she was holed in her room for a lengthy amount of hours that did not definitely remember anyone going through her door, the only human entrance and exit in this forsaken apartment. tired as she was, she was not a fool.