wc: 1870 , Warnings: Swears + 1 slur, Fluff, boys painting their nails, that should be it...
You wake up early in the morning, around 6:30 AM. That's normally late for you but, considering it's your day off, you wanted to at least sleep in. You thought this day was going to be complete and absolute ass. That is, until you remember two of your best friends, Minho and Jisung, have this day off as well. Instantly, you shoot them both a text.
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These Freaks
🐰, 🐿
" Are you up or what..."
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At the lack of response, you can only assume they are in fact, not up. With that information, you decide to get up yourself and get ready for the day even if you can't spend it with your friends. However, your thoughts change when you get a call right as you're about to get into the shower.
You pick up your phone and answer, not caring who it was since you just wanted to get your morning routine done.
When you put your phone to your ear, you instantly pull it away, going almost deaf in that one ear.
"YOU HAVE TODAY OFF AS WELL, DON'T YOU?"
Fuck, Jisung... Learn to be quiet at 6 in the morning...
"Yes, Hyung... yes I do..."
You could practically hear the older smile through the phone. It just comes with being his friend.
"Minho-Hyung somehow isn't awake yet but I'll wake him! We should spend the day together, all three of us!!"
"We should but... answer me this first..."
You respond, still half asleep.
"How the fuck are you so energetic... At- 6:30!?"
You hear a giggle come through the other end of the phone. Did he pull an all-nighter or something?
"I've been up for a few hours, Ynnie."
"Working on lyrics or just scrolling?"
"I'm gonna get going and get ready... Don't die waking Minho up... That wouldn't be fun."
"You almost sound like you wouldn't care if I did die. You jealous that I'd be killed by him and you'd just die some regular way?"
"No. Go ahead and get ready, and we can meet somewhere. Just text me where and when.."
"Okay! Bye, Ynnie!"
"Bye, Jisungie..."
With that, the call ends. Was it loud? Yes but, that's what you get for having your phone at full volume all the time.
You put your phone down and hop in the shower, the steamy water helping you wake up.
Once you get out, you dry off and get dressed.
You decided to put on a pair of light-wash jeans and a black T-shirt. Simple but you liked it. For now, at least.
You settle at your kitchen, sipping some coffee when you get a text from Jisung saying you guys could meet up around 9-10 AM. You agree on 10 AM before putting your phone in your back pocket and checking the time on the stove.
How is it 7:23 already? No idea.
You get a small crossbody bag and pack it with your keys, wallet, some gum, hand sanitizer, and clip your water bottle to the strap of it before applying some perfume/cologne and putting a few rings on to jazz your outfit up a bit.
You head out to the gas station just up the road from your apartment to gas up and get a snack or two cause who doesn't like a bag of Doritos at 7:30 AM? You would've gotten a Monster or something like that if you hadn't already had a cup of coffee and because you get practically high off stuff like that, you try your best to stay away from it.
After your little trip to the gas station, you go to the park, hoping to take a small walk and have some time to yourself on your day off instead of wasting some of it in case your day with the others turns left.
That ‘small walk’ takes pretty much all of your time. It made your legs ache a bit but that’s fine. By now, it’s about 9 AM (that’s around 1-2 hours I think, I don’t really know…). You’re sweaty now despite it being fall but mother nature has been doing her shit this year so it’s a high of 67 instead of the regular fall high of about 40 or a range of that. It doesn’t really help that the sun is out today, big and bright.
You decide to head home, jogging a bit to get to your car a smidgen faster than walking. Did it work? A bit. With a little under 30 minutes to spare, you speed home even if you passed a visible cop and ran about three red lights.
You make it home, safe and sound, before heading to your bathroom to speed a shower, get the stink out of your hair and skin. Once you’re finished, you come out smelling of coconuts and with just enough time to rush an outfit that still looked picturesque and even spice it up a bit with some chains and jewels.
Your outfit now was comparable to your last one but just a tad more spiced up. With a baggy, gray Pompeii, Italy t-shirt and a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans paired with a snake ring on your middle finger, a black, plastic cat ring on your ring finger, a necklace with your zodiac sign name around your neck and resting on your collar bone, as well as some silver chain bracelets laying idle against your wrists, you’d say you did pretty good. Yang Jeongin approved, you’d say.
You keep your same simplistic black crossbody bag with the same metal water bottle that’s adorned in stickers from over the years of it being around and head out back to your car. Just this time, you have more money on you compared to earlier.
You drive to Minho and Jisung’s apartment, easier since they share one now, and pick them up to bring them to the Mall. Once you arrive, you found yourself and Jisung instantly walking to the Bubble Tea shop and ordering a cup for both of you. Getting a small one for Minho too, of course!
When you search to find Minho, you find him walking around a nail salon, looking lost as fuck for some reason when you swore he’s been here about a million times now considering he was born and grew up in the area.
You hear Jisung yell beside you. Way to attract attention. Luckily though, it gets Minho’s. He whips around and trots over taking his tea from your hand and making almost direct eye contact as he sips the tea and tapioca balls through the straw.
“Where should we go first? Or did you only drive us here to get boba?”
Minho asks. It kind of shocks you at first for no reason whatsoever and makes you feel a bit numb-headed before you come to your senses and respond with “I just wanted tea, we can go to a different place if you guys want. I don’t really want to blow through my money like it’s deadweight and the mall is the perfect place to do that…”
You walk blindly to the entrance of the Mall with the other two, not noticing you’re heading in that direction until Jisung pipes up… again.
“Ynnie, do you have nail polish at your apartment? You paint your nails a lot, I can only assume-”
You cut him and his soon-to-be ramble off with a mildly harsh “Yes.” You didn’t mean for it to be mean, but it came out that way.
“So we’re going to your house?”
You hear Minho ask and in response, you nod.
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You, Minho, and Jisung arrive at your house all of 13 or so minutes later. And almost the second you three enter, you’re met with Minho fawning over your pure-bred and rather chunky Calico.
“YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAD A CAT, YOU FAG!” Minho exclaims. You didn’t even bother to call him out for calling you a slur, you kind of just let it happen as you’re a bit more than used to it by now.
Jisung, on teh other hand, was searching through your cabinets, asking if you had any ‘good snacks that weren’t chocolate’. Your answer to that? No. Except for the pretzels. And possibly the goldfish. And the fruit… Okay, yes. But you lied and told him no anyway cause that’s what friends do!
It wasn’t until 25 minutes later that you guys were finally seated either on the floor or couch of your living room, nail polish and nail polish remover along with a ton of nail charms and stickers scattered around.
“Holy fuck. How did you even get your hands on all of this!?” Jisung sputtered, clearly shocked.
“Sung, I used to work as a nail artist… Even Minho can remember that and he’s ancient!” You respond. You didn’t mean it by calling Minho ancient. That’s just how you three love eachother.
After bickering, you pick your remote up and turn your ehad to the other two boys, Jisung on the couch, Minho on the floor next tto you.
“So, what do you guys wanna watch? I could watch that zombie movie but I’m kind of feeling like an anime…”
“Zombie movie? As in like The Walking Dead or-” Minho questioned.
“No! I hate that. I meant Train to Busan, thick-skull. But I kind of wanna watch The Seven Deadly Sins…”
Minho narrowed his eyes at yuo but you proceeded to ignore it as Jisung spoke.
“Why not the 4 Knights of the Apocalypse? Aren’t they related in a way?”
“Well yeah… But 4 Knights isn’t that good… I much prefer the Sins…”
“What!? How!? It’s like the same thing!”
“But it’s not even Tristian! It’s some other kid-”
“Tristian sucked anyway.” Jisung muttered and at that, you gasped and slapped your hand ovefr your heart.
“How dare you! He was the best of those… Movies..?”
“See! You don’t even know what they’re called!”
“Neither do you, hater.”
Before you could verbally insult each other (and poor Tristian) further, Minho snatched the remote and put on a random anime called The Toradora. It was one you watched a little but got bored.
“Now, let’s paint, yeah?” Minho asked, calm as ever, which was out of character for him.
As the first episode started playing, you looked through the color options and, you considered making valentine-themed nails despite it not being near February at all. That is until Jisung shrieked a high sound at the silver and almost glitter-like stars.
“Oh, you’ve given me an idea…” You muttered, making sure no one could hear it.
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After painting everyone’s nails and accidentally getting some nail polish on your cat, the three of you settled on teh couch, cuddled against each other as you continued on watching The Toradora. It wasn’t the best but it was somewhat well.
Before you knew it, you had passed out. It didn’t matter much to you, though. You were just happy you got to spend time with the two boys you declared your soulmates—platonic ones, of course.
The end :3
