fall. // yang jeongin

七

"thank you my friend. i won't forget you."
— 4419; stray kids

‣ ryewon

huh...? where am i?

i sluggishly pushed myself up as i take a good look of my surroundings.

white, curtain, chair, and...

a sleeping jeongin?

oh, infirmary room. of course. i got hit by a basketball. right. actually, can't confirm that it's a basketball. whatever, i'm usually right anyway.

i looked over to him, and was caught off-guard by, you guessed it, his messy hair.

i mentally scolded myself for having weird thoughts just after waking up.

you can't help it though, my inner self stated, good hair is the good shit.

good point, me. as i extended my arm towards him, he woke up.

"you're awake?" jeongin opened his eyes, and i turned away, embarrassed.

"yeah. what exactly happened? and what time is it?"

he looked at his phone, "you got hit by a soccer and fainted. someone kicked it up the roof. with your intelligence, you probably thought it was a basketball or something. any-who, we were really worried, so i begged the nurse to let me stay with you, since we have a free block today anyway because of mr. jung's meeting. fyi, it's 2:49. you passed out for 2 hours. class is ending in 26 minutes."

well fuck.

i yawned ungracefully, "thanks for looking after me. also, didn't i get hit by a basketball?"

"...wow i was right. you didn't even listen to my amazing speech just now. i am very disappointed," he made a small 'tsk' and turned away from me, pretending to be mad.

"...oops," i laughed my stupidity off, "anyway, uh, now that i'm up, do you wanna go to library to study for math?"

he shrugged, "why not? i need to tutor you. remember?"

i slightly nodded, trying to hide the fact that i forgot.

he sighed, "...rye...you forgot, didn't you?"

"whaaat? noooo. i didn't forget what you talkin' about?" i gave him a death glare and he rolled his eyes.

"i wonder how you're still alive sometimes."

"honestly, same."

———

‣ jeongin

"when you see these type of questions, you want to mentally make a chart. in this case, since you do not understand clearly, i'll write it out physically," i explained in the best of my ability. or rather, in ryewon's own language.

i pointed towards different words and numbers, then substituted them in the general equation.

"do you get it now?" i looked over, but i only found her ripping her hair out.

"how the hell do you do these?" she whined, "i'm never gonna understand. might as well fail this."

...oh boy. this is gonna be a long ass ride.

and so, this is the story of a young boy named yang jeongin spending the rest of the day explaining some math problems to a literal turd burger, shin ryewon.

how fun.

wow past me was a dumbass. still am.