loona oneshots

jinsoul

"i used to be untouchable and dangerous. but in just one moment, your blue wraps around me." -singing in the rain

jinsoul pov

i angrily shoved you against the wall of the school. this week was stressful for me. i'm glad you were here to be my little blue doll.

i sighed and let go of you.

"get up," i commanded.

you stayed still on the floor, looking down.

"i said get up! now!"

you weakly but quickly pushed yourself up, still looking at the ground. i scoffed at you. your blue jacket was annoying to me. i punched you out of anger.

"you're so annoying. man, i'm getting frustrated now," i scolded you.

you looked down as you listened to me. you had gotten back up after my anger. you stayed quiet like usual. i took off my black baseball hat to try to cool myself off.

i was about to throw a punch at the wall next to you, but your hand blocked the impact.

"you're going to hurt your hand like that..."

"what the hell... you weirdo."

i picked my bag up and just walked away, confused. why would you stop me from hurting myself? you're the victim. you're not supposed to take care of me.

leaving you there, my legs led me outdoors. it was snowing. i cursed at myself for wearing ripped denim blue shorts. but hey, beauty is pain.

i contemplated on just staying in the school or some abandoned place nearby. i turned back only to realize that you would be there.

everyday, i kept you here after school for my entertainment, but i've always been the first to leave. if i'm being honest, i've never seen you after our sessions.

"whatever," i muttered.

as i was going back to where we once were, i was about to turn the corner when i heard a thud where you were when i left you. i stayed behind the wall and heard you complain.

"damn it! i... can't even go home now," you spoke to yourself as you turned your phone off.

"hope the security guard isn't here. as far as i know, they won't after all those times," you prayed to yourself.

damn, you were going to stay too. bad luck for me. i heard your footsteps head towards my direction.

i rushed to the top classrooms and stayed there. i sat in one of the desks in the corner of the desk near the window. it was so damn cold, but i didn't want to run into you.

i put my head down and tried to sleep. i was a bit anxious, not knowing where you were. a few moments passed and i still wasn't asleep. at this point, i was just resting my head.

i heard footsteps and tensed up. it stopped at the room in front of the one i was in. the door slid open, paused, then closed. the footsteps continued.

it stopped at the door of the room i was in. the door slid open. my head was still down, making it seem like i was sleeping. the footsteps grew closer and i tried not to panic but still felt my heart race.

warmth went over my shoulders, then my torso. i laid there, confused. i kept pretending to be sleeping.

"damn. didn't think you would be here. guess i was wrong. whatever. what idiot wears shorts in winter? you apparently... you know, as much as i should hate you, i don't. it scares me."

it was you. you were ranting to me. about me. i was contemplating on whether i should raise my head and reveal that i was awake or to keep pretending that i was sleeping.

i chose to pretend. i wanted to see if you would rant more, and i was right.

"well. you're probably wondering how i got here," you reenacted a meme, laughing at yourself afterwards about how hilarious you were.

"if you were awake, you probably would be wondering though. i wanted to sleep here, but i wanted to check if anyone was here too. lo and behold, the betta fish is here... why do you bully me? are you okay?"

why do i bully you? i bully you because i want to.

am i okay? not really. beauty is pain. i've been told that i was pretty, but it always felt like a lie. it caused me so much pain for some reason. my self-esteem just degraded quickly.

also, did you just call me a betta fish? i'll look it up later.

i heard you stand up. you didn't take your jacket back. it was really warm though. what was i going to do with it? was i supposed to give it back to you and then shove you on the floor?

maybe... maybe you should be nice, jinsoul?
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.
.
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pfft. yeah, uh, ok. totally.

i guess i'll give it back and shove you. it's the easiest option, right?

birds started chirping. i snapped my head up and looked out. the sun was rising. you were gone. i headed to the bathroom, changing into another outfit i had in my bag. i wore ripped, black denim shorts with a black and white striped long sleeve. i wore my black hat again and shoved your blue jacket in my bag.

a tiring nausea passed me. your blue jacket. you. you were the reason i stayed up. you were the reason i didn't sleep. i walked around the school and bumped into you. you looked exhausted like me.

"hey, get up."

and like that, you did.

i threw your blue jacket at you and you stumbled, but caught it nonetheless. you were still wearing your ripped black jeans buckled with a black leather belt and black shirt. the bruises on your arms showed from what i had done to you before.

"take your jacket back, you loser."

you mumbled something.

"speak louder, loser," i commanded.

"i said, you'll get cold," you spoke up, throwing your jacket back at me.

"i have another one in my bag anyways."

you carried your bag and walked away from me.

"hey! who said you could-"

i stopped speaking after looking at your cold, tired eyes.

"what," you asked monotonously.

i paused for a moment before speaking again.

"nevermind... thanks for the jacket i guess, you loser."

i looked down to try to hide my red face, but my eyes looked back at you and holy- did you have the purest smile i had ever seen? it was really small but still?

you walked out of my vision and i stared at your jacket. i hesitantly put it around me and immediately felt myself melt.

i used to be untouchable and dangerous. but in just one moment, your blue wraps around me.

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q: what color is your favorite jacket/hoodie?

aa: i have a maroon hoodie my mom got me and it's just my favorite,, no reason lol

(a/n: so. jinsol/jinsoul's name. in korean, those two are spelled differently.
jinsol = 진솔 (jin-sol)
jinsoul = 진소울 (jin-so-ool)
but bbc writes her name as jinsoul which means that her stagename in korean should be 진소울 but no. no. no.
it is 진솔.
t h a n k  y o u  f o r  c o m i n g  t o  m y  t e d  t a l k . )