fall. // yang jeongin

一

"in the space with countless stars, you met me."
— egoist; olivia hye, loona

‣ shin ryewon

"dang it!" i panicked as i flew past the people in the supermarket. you must be wondering, why is this high school girl running like her life depends on it? well, let me confirm your inner thoughts. my life DOES depend on this. i mean, come on, a limited coca cola sale. who wouldn't be whipped for it? okay, maybe the people who don't like coca cola. point is, i like it, and i am not leaving this store without at least one box of the canned drinks.

exhausted, i finally arrived the drinks aisle, and i walked over to the huge sign that said "SALE". to my luck, one last box of coke was left untouched. i cheered in my mind, but as i reached out for it, another pair of hands did the same, causing them to bump.

nani the fuck. i did not run 100+ metres for this to happen. oh hey, this guy's pretty cute-- wait holy crap that's not important.

i looked at our hands, and back to this guy's face. we were glaring at each other, fighting for the last box of coca cola.

"uh, what are you doing?" i asked, not bothering to use formality since we looked the same age.

he looked at me, "uh, what do you think?"

"clearly you're stealing MY possession. now, get your filthy hands off my drinks." as you can already tell, i really wanted this. so i tried to take the box away from him, but my attempt failed.

"just because you spent your time buying beans instead of 'your' drinks, doesn't mean i should care," he commented heartlessly after staring at the basket in my hands, "also, i hate beans."

woah.

"sAME. I THOUGHT THAT I WAS THE ONLY ONE. GOD BLESS." i reached out my palm, expecting a high-five, "i'm only getting these for my roommate."

he, being the rudeass bitch he is, ignored my pretty hand, "i don't know who you are, but i just want to say," he took a deep breath, "thank you for your mutual hatred towards beans. i would let you take the drinks, but the other guys are waiting for me. well, me and the drinks. mostly the drinks."

now that i think about it, he does seem like a nice guy at heart. maybe i'll just be entertained for a bit if i tried to be kind.

"other guys?" i asked curiously.

"members, i should say," he said proudly, "there are nine of us, including me. we're a dance team."

"oh nice. cool, cool. we should probably just do this," i pauses as i did the math in my mind, "so one box of coke contains 12 cans right? give me three, you take the rest. i can't argue no more, my dog is waiting for me." i dragged the poor guy to the cashier while stuffing money in his hand. "this should be enough."

"uhh. yeah, i think. thanks?" he replied, still confused about everything that happened.

"by the way," i wiggled my eyebrows, "what's your name? i might need it for, you know, future references."

unexpectedly, he laughed, "jeongin. yang jeongin."

yep. cute name for a cute face.

this is probably so trash oOF im sorry if you expected more