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oopsy daisy | accepting
Yoosung was not known for being especially graceful. Going so far as to declare him a klutz might be a bit much, but he by no means carried the grace or poise of someone like Jumin.
Unfortunately, as far as he had been able to tell, Mirae was the same way. Neither an off the stage prima donna or workplace hazard, she too had her own share of graceless misadventures. And it just so happened that one of them struck today.
One second she was approaching him, adorable smile in place, already waving as she came to meet him. The next, her shoe had caught on… something, and he was rushing forward to catch her. Which ended about as well as if this had been some sort of drama.
When the shock of the ground punching air from his lungs had worn off, and his skull stopped buzzing from the jarring impact, he was able to process the fact that there was something on top of him. Or rather someone. A someone named Mirae Choi. Violet hues shot wide open and he carefully sat up, trying not to shove her over again as he did so.
❝ Oh god! Mirae, are you alright?! You’re not hurt, right?
Are the first words out of his mouth, the potential awkwardness of their situation not even yet occurring to him.
