𝘈𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

K. Hongjoong

Paper planes.
It's quite strange how these two words brought you together.

The story went a little like this:
You folded the paper and you were proud of your little paper plane. How cute.

You threw the air plane but before it could land majestically on the ground, it was met by a man's chest. "Hey!" He shouted to you, "Is this yours?"

You smiled and nodded as he threw the plane back to you.

A week later, you found him again. His name was Hongjoong. He was the leader of a group named Ateez.

You smiled looking at your usual spot with a paper plane on it. You examined the paper carefully before unfolding it gently as if it was something absolutely fragile. Hey, it's me Joong. I hope you can forgive me! I couldn't make it today. I'll make it up tomorrow with a coffee.

You smiled and took out a paper, It's alright. You don't have to make it up to me. Your presence tomorrow will be more than enough.

You carefully folded it into a neat paper plane and left it there. No one dared to touch your paper planes. That's why you loved that spot.

Hongjoong came quite early the next day and smiled at your little note. "Hey!" you smiled at him.
"Heyyy!"
"So, where's my coffee?" you chuckle.
"Come on, I'm taking you with me."

You smiled as you both entered a little cafe. "What would you like?" he smiles.
"(your favourite beverage)"
"Alright then. This one's on me, since you know. I didn't come yesterday," he smiled, "Or maybe just an excuse to see you more than usual," he mumbled.

Did I hear that right? you thought. You brushed it off, and sat down at a table.

Your drinks came sooner than expected and Hongjoong smiled at you as he sat down. "Here's your order, m'lady."

You chuckled and took your drink from his hands. "Why, thank you, my knight."

+++

"Oi, Hongjoong, be!-" you pause and your eyes close shut as the boy falls to the ground, "careful."

You hit his head playfully before helping him up, "I told you to be careful."

"Sorry." he mumbles.

You saw how he scratched his hand while falling so you took his hands in yours, "Let me see." It was a bloody wound. Not quite bloody but his skin was a little damaged. "I have an antibiotic ointment in my bag, let's go."

He'd sit down along with you while you find the ointment and a Q-tip from your bag. You put some ointment on the Q-tip and slowly start applying it to Hongjoong's wound. "Be more careful next time, you dummy."

+++

Your bond got stronger during the months you've been together. But there's this feeling. You want to push it away, because you're scared that the strong bond you've formed will crumble within a matter of seconds.

You walk to your usual spot with a smile and sit down. Something gently hits your right arm and you look to see what it is. A paper plane.

You unfold the paper with the same gentle hands you used to put ointment on Hongjoong's hand. I like you.

You were quite confused as to why someone would write that to you. But when you looked to your right, from where plane came.

Hongjoong?
Did he write that to you?

You get up and walk towards him. "Did you write this?" You ask.

He shyly nods, "You know, the day I met you. I found it quite adorable how you made little paper planes and threw them into the air. It really caught my attention. I feel like you made me appreciate the little things in life. That simple paper plane means so much to me now. I hope you know how much you mean to me. You're amazing, Y/N. I understand if you don't feel the same way, can we still be friends?"

You hug him. "I've liked you since the day we met, Kim Hongjoong. You're amazing too."

You break the hug and see him smiling. He leaves a kiss on your cheek. He says, "It's quite strange how these two words brought us together."