Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

Jeonghan pt2

This was your third class and met up with (f/n) at the cafe.

'I am dead without (f/d). Kill me. I no longer have the reason to live', you said.

'Suck it up, bitch. Let's get back to class',(f/n) dragged you.

You were being a whiny bitch about the fact that the cafe didn't sell any (f/d).

You sat down and felt something under the desk. You pulled it out and suprisingly its your (f/d). There was a note attached to it.

To: (y/n)
I don't like seeing you in a bad mood. I love the smell of your hair :). Drink this and please smile.
From: your angel

Your day became as fine as Jeonghan's effortless hair.