❝ when i fell down the stairs, i also fell for you. ❞
in which RYEWON and JEONGIN met each other during a coca-cola sale.
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↯ dedicated to yang jeongin of stray kids
· fluff
· appearances of skz members
S T A T U S : COMPLETED
- lowercase i...
"suddenly, deep inside of me, you started to grow." —blooming day; exo-cbx
‣ yang jeongin
i walked back to the apartment, with the box containing the coca cola cans in my hand, and my heart beating fast.
as i raised my finger to press the doorbell of my apartment, i saw a small and fluffy poodle running towards me. i crouched down, put down my stuff, and it jumped right into my hand.
"heh. hello, where's your owner?" i gently grabbed the collar that was attached to it, which said "jungmi — child of shin ryewon" with a phone number under it.
wait a second. that name.
i whipped my phone out, ready to call the owner. but before i could even click the first digit, a voice was screaming.
"OI! JUNGMI! THERE YOU ARE! YOU NEED TO STOP RUNNING AWAY FOR GOD'S SAKE." a girl quickly ran over to the dog, who looked excited to see its owner.
wait. isn't she the coca cola girl?
my head immediately shot up.
"wait--"
"huh?"
we spoke at the same moment. wow. so cliche.
"you little piece of shit," she covered her face in annoyance, scolding her dog, "did jungmi bother you? if she did, i'm so sorry." she carried the small pet in her petite arms.
"it's fine. do you live around here or something?" i asked, standing up.
she nodded, "just around the corner. i live with my best friend and jungmi."
"cool. i live with mine too, but we have two apartments, since there's 9 of us," i unlocked the door while fumbling with the keys, since i gave up on ringing the doorbell, "wanna come in?"
she shrugged, "sure. but first, let me formally introduce myself," she extended her hand with a crooked smile, "shin ryewon. 16, soon 17."
i snickered, shaking her hand, "nice to meet you. like i said, yang jeongin. 17."
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‣ ryewon
i walked behind jeongin, hiding behind him as i was expecting eight more boys. i forgot that i can't face strangers well. on the other hand, jungmi ran right in like this was her home.
traitor.
"hey guys, this is ryewon, our neighbor. we kind of...had a small discussion at the supermarket."
he introduced everyone to me, and they were pretty nice. we quickly made several small talks, because of the fact that we all like video games, we got along pretty well.
and that's not all, oh not even close.
their damn visuals are the good shit i've been looking for. it's my will to live.
fluffy hair, so poofy. that corrupted rat would love to be me right now. sucks to be her.
without realizing, i took out my phone and sneaked a picture of jeongin and his friends, who were focused on beating a shrine in this game called "the legend of zelda".
me: *1 attachment* look at this perfection
infected rat: what the fuck where you at you hoe i need that hair jk i'm not a creep
me: 🤤🤫 we love ourselves some full ass meals jk jk jK i'm not a creep either hey want more? i can try to take m |
and before i know it, my phone was snatched away from me like a wig.
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unless you're nct, you do NOT snatch wigs from me.
"bitch the fuc-? oh," my sanity, unfortunately, was also taken away from me when i saw jeongin laughing at my conversation with gowon, even though i was never sane in the first place.
wait, that means...
"wait dammit! i'm not a stalker! trust me! i'm just a poofy hair enthusiast! by the way, can i touch your hair? it's tempting. like reeaally tempting. oh gosh i sound hella creepy. i'm sorry."
usually, i get weird looks whenever i ask that, but because jeongin's extra special, he let me. well, more like he just fucking grabbed my hand and patted his head. "i'm only letting you do this because of how nice you were at the supermarket. well, not really, but you know."
uhh...damn okay then. mission success?
"oh this feels good. why did you not do this earlier?" he sat down next to me, removing my hand from his head, still holding it.
hold up. heart's combusting.
"umMM HEY YOU HUNGRY? I AM SO IMMA GET SOME FOOD FROM THE STORE BYE I WON'T BE BACK THANKS!" i ran out of the apartment, blushing and highkey embarrassed. i can hear the poor guy running after me, so i decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator because, you know, i'm embarrassed and shit.
and let me tell you, i should NOT have done that. a big fat no-no.
the moment i was literally 1 step away from the solid and flat floor, i tripped.
i.
fucking.
tripped.
i closed my eyes, embracing my death, but nothing happened.
instead, i embraced someone.
confused and, hopefully, alive, i opened my eyes. only to find my face buried in the same fluffy hair i touched not even a minute ago.
