❝ garnet ❞
heeseung holds a secret over jieun's head, and to keep his silence, she agrees to help him win over his long-time crush
〔 lee heeseung 〕
〔 fake dating 〕
〔 ongoing 〕
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AFTER bidding farewell to Dahee, Jieun booked it to the residency building across the street— and I mean booked it.
Her worn out Chuck Taylor's (which she used for every day activities outside of practice, her precious Nike's would never touch a floor that wasn't painted with boundary lines) slid across the pavement as she came to an abrupt stop at the cross walk. She wasted no time sprinting to the other side of the road the second the light signalled to walk. Her hair tangled in the wind until she was hidden behind the tinted windows of the dorm lobby.
It wasn't until she was in the foyer that she realized she didn't know what dorm was Heeseung's.
So, like any logical person (or any individual looking to start up some fresh rumours), Jieun asked the first person she saw if they knew where he lived.
Somehow, they did.
She ignored the boy's questions as she threw herself into the elevator. She was sure she pressed his floor at least 17 times. Her finger cramped up and her head felt airy from the dinging tune filling up the small space, but it all went away when the door slid open.
She ran down the hall faster than she had ever dived for a ball. So fast, in fact, that she had missed his room and had to run halfway back down the hall.
Her hands hurt like hell from abusing the elevator's buttons, but Jieun rampaged his door with her fist anyways.
Jieun knew she wouldn't be able to explain what she did if she gave her mind time to recuperate, so as soon as the door clicked opened, she ignored the whole concept of salutations and started explaining.
"I'm really sorry for what I'm about to say but like it was the only way I could get through to her and I'm like 85 percent sure it worked anyways! But I need to tell you before you find out from someone else and oh my God, who the fuck are you?"
Jieun was halfway done her breathless rant when her vision finally cleared. Heeseung hadn't opened the door.
Was this even his dorm? Why on Earth would she ask a random person for someone else's room number? A hot flash encompassed her body and a sour acid poked at her throat.
But hey, at least this random boy had a story to liven up the conversation the next time he saw his friends.
The boy who was standing in front of her was tall (like, weirdly tall, no one around there was that tall) and had handsome features, but he was very obviously young— high school level young. He had a toothbrush hanging from the corner of his mouth and his hooded eyes were completely void of any thought as he stared down at Jieun.
