serendipity,
ideunju:
as it is, she’s let herself in with the intention of catching up with him after a long time of little contact bar seeing each other in passing at the after party and making faces at each other over rows of seats before the plane took off back home for seoul. it’s been weeks since then, most of which have been spent filming for the final episodes of the produce project. “hyunjin oppa,” she says again, already beelining toward what she knows to be his room. “i literally don’t care if you’re naked, you’re legally obligated to spend time with me today.”
the sheets of his bed are blissfully cool against his skin and hyunjin sinks into them with a blissful sigh, arms and legs flapping around to make imaginary snow angels. it feels like he never really gets a chance to relax lately, despite their schedule being slower than usual. but now there’s---so much. kcon felt like a whirlwind, a thousand mistakes rolled into one weekend, leaving him reeling and thinking over every decision about a million times over. even now, attempting to nap, lay there mindless, the thoughts creep right back in, wiggling their fingers under the tightly shut doors in his head. hyunjin grunts, frustrated, yanks his pillow down over his head and screams, muffled.
his voice cuts off abruptly at the sound of eunju’s familiar trill, floating through the dorm galaxy was currently stuffed into. “huh?” he says, blearily, to the empty bedroom, lifting his head up to frown at the door. he’s pretty sure he’d locked the front door when he’d stumbled home from practice. it bungles his mind for a solid minute before he gives up, flops back down, and waits for her to find him, sure eunju will be barging through the door any second. there’s no point to figuring out how eunju did have the things she did, up to and including breaking into his dorm; she just had her ways.
they felt like an unlikely pair, a strange friendship. even he could acknowledge that. she was nothing like him---when they’d first met, as trainees, he’d thought of eunju as flighty, fickle. didn’t think she’d last a month. she proved him wrong, left him in the dust, really, along with everyone else. eunju was fun and passionate and she became a lot like family, helped him understand that it could mean more than shame and disappointment.
so, when he sighs, groans, yells back that---“this wasn’t included in my contract!” he knows it to be a lie, knows that she does to. a grumpy joke, barely passable because she was kind of like one of his closest friends. “you should really start knocking,” he says, raising his voice, making no move to get up. hyunjin was more than happy to lay here for the rest of the day. “what if i was naked? please, i really, really, really do not want you to see my dingleberries. ever.”
