A/N: im working on a REALLY FUCKING LONG chapter but tis taking ages so in the meantime this abomination has been born :)
In this....thing....im (not really) attempting to combine every single x reader fic i've ever read into one cringy, koreabooey mess (reminiscent of my @cringe.com fic only 90s kids remember) i hope i did well lolololol
---------------------------------------------------"(Y/N) YOU IDIOT WAKE UP" my mother yellt at me from downstairs.
"OMO EOMMA JINJJA WAEEEEEEEE, I WAS DREAMING ABOUT MY BIASEU, JIMINIE OPPAAAA 😫😫😫😫😫" i screeched as i flopped out of bed.
I looked into the mirror, pouting as i blew
up at my bangs. "Im so ugly oppa will never sarang me :(" i crieded.I put on my favourite daeBAk shirteu
and proceeded to leave my room. wearing that shirt. yep, that was a shirt that was being sold and buying it was an actual decision that i made.
Before leaving my house i OBVIOUSLY stopped at the foot of the stairs to pray to the jIbOoTy and then i left, barely ready to survive another day without oppa's sarang :(
When i got to the coffee shopeu where I work, i saw a really cute asian guy waiting for someone. Omooooooo.......... what if he is korean? I started to hyperventilatingeu. i have to make him notice me. But how?
I quietly came up behind him, and pulled out one of his earbuds.
"ANNYEONG OPPA WOULD YOU LIKE SOME COFFEE? SARANGHAEEE NEONEUN JEONGMAL KYEOPTAAAA ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ" i shouted, throwing up hand hearteus while aegyo-ing."the fuck?" The mysterious oppa said before leaving hastily.
"ㅠㅠㅠ y/n why are you like this......now you'll never get a namjachingu ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ :("
Sudanly, the door opened again. I got back behind the counter and hung my headeu in embarrassmentness.
"Excuje meeee~~~~"
OMO, I recognised that voiceu! It cOULDNT BE,,,,,,, ,,,,,JIMMY OPPA?
(A/N im fucjing crying at this point it goes downhill so fast im laughing at my own fic)