Namjoo stared at the ceiling from her top bunk, her hands reaching up towards the ceiling in attempt to brush against the white painted walls. She let out a slow exhale, letting her tongue slide against her dry lips before letting her eyes flutter shut. She must definitely be dreaming. There was no way that she had to get ready for a date with Eunkwang right now. Only a few minutes ago had she come back to the dorms, floating around towards the members that remained in the living room, sitting eerily still and silent. Chorong Unni was the first to place her hands on the girl’s shoulder and give her a tight squeeze before Namjoo basically exploded in a fit of giggles and squeals. The other Apink members were taken aback by one of their youngest, clearly puzzled by her behavior but found their answer in between pants for air and high pitched squeals.
She shouldn’t be that excited about it. In the back of her mind, something—this annoying little something—spoke rationally. Eunkwang Oppa might have invited you out, but it definitely wasn’t a date. It was just a little fun on an evening off, a breath of fresh air with a good friend…who he had recently found out was, indeed, a girl!!!! Namjoo let out another squeal as she rolled around in her bed, sushi-ing herself into her comforter. Puffing her cheeks out, she hung upside down from her bed, holding tightly onto the ladder as she gazed into her Unni’s empty bed. “Ah, Bomi Unni’s not here… how sad…” she flipped herself back up into an upright position and slid down to the ground level. Sneakily she padded over to Bomi’s dresser, going through the older girl’s clothes, throwing pretty items of clothing around before letting out a loud huff of frustration.
Today was such an important day in her life—why oh why did she have nothing to wear???
Peeking out into the hall way, she shuffled into other members' rooms, either getting kicked out with an assault of pillows and stuffed animals, or adding more people to her brigade of beauticians to help her prepare. After finally settling for a stylish pair of shorts (to show off her legs), a loose shirt and varsity jacket (in an effort to look put together but not trying too hard), and a pair of white and pink converse, she was ready to go, practically skipping to the tune of her racing heart.
As she left, she checked her reflection in the mirror, flinging around her light brown hair extensions. Namjoo let out a laugh, clearly not used to the extra weight on her head and swung the hair onto one side to make it more manageable. After tying it into a low ponytail, she checked her phone and sped around the corner. I’m late! I’m already late! She wanted to smack herself in the face. What could be worse than being late? It wasn’t like her Eunkwang Oppa would be the type to leave right away; however, it was the fact that he would wait, for hours even, that made her heart clench.
The ride over to the café was uneventful (except for her manager’s odd looks at her disguise and constant questions that would never get fully answered before Namjoo fell into a fit of excited laughter). She hopped out of the van and was about to send a text noting her arrival before simply shrugging her shoulders and slinking inside. As the chimes rang above her head, she adjusted her large dork glasses and bowed to the café staff before skirting behind Eunkwang, lightly resting the palms of her hands against his eyes.
“Guess who?” she mumbled, not even attempting to mask her voice. “You don’t get three guesses. You say the wrong name and I’ll leave,” she joked, stretching her arms out to hug him around his neck from behind. Ah, she was feeling a bit bold today, that Kim Namjoo.
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