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Come to my room?
Namjoon had sent that text over ten minutes ago, and YeongMi was still running around her room, looking for any presentable clothes. She was totally not freaking out.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck, I have nothing. Absolutely nothing. My life is a pile of steaming shit, what do I do? FuCK."
Kwanghee watched from her desk, giggling to herself as she tried to let the knowledge that the intimidating YeongMi was a bit of a dork, like everyone else, sink in.
YeongMi noticed her roommate laughing, and for a moment, she tried to be mad. But it was getting harder and harder for her to be a bitter bitch, and she wasn't sure how to feel about that.
"Um, Kwang... Kwanghee?"
The girl turned with wide eyes, trying to remember if YeongMi had ever said her name so nicely before.
"Yes?"
"Have you.... Have you ever had a boyfriend before?"
If Kwanghee was anyone else, she would have been offended, but she was as bitter as YeongMi was polite.
"Yeah, a few, why?"
YeongMi seemed to be struggling, as if she would rather jump out the window than continue talking. After an eerily long silence, she rescued Kwanghee from the suspence. "Can you help me pick out what to wear? I don't know what to do, but I don't want to wear my uniform.... I don't know what we're going to be doing but I want to look nice, and this is stupid forget it, I mean I always look nice, I don't care-"
Kwanghee was across the room so fast that YeongMi thought she would have a good spot on the cross country team, if she wanted it.
"Well, I'd let you borrow something, but," Kwanghee gestured between them.
"I'm too tall. Story of my life, but, uh, yeah.... T... T word. Totally, t word. "
Kwanghee looked at YeongMi like she had grown another head, before laughing, realization setting in. "You're welcome, now let's see what you have.... "
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Namjoon sat on his bed, patting his knees nervously, as he stared at his phone. His phone, the one that hadn't buzzed, or lit up, or done anything since displaying the small read next to his girlfriends name, over 20 minutes ago.
Had he done something wrong? Did he forget that they were fighting? Was she still in a bad mood, and still didn't want to be bothered?
He was drowning in the worries, though he knew they were illogical. He couldn't stop himself, and he started pacing, after glancing once again at his phone, checking to see if he had gotten any messages.
He hadn't.
A knock interrupted his panicking, and he quickly pulled open the door, nearly falling from the force.
He coughed, before leaning casually against the door, staring at YeongMi like he hadn't just tripped over nothing.
Well, he soon forgot all about that, as he noticed what she was wearing.
It wasn't too much, but after getting so used to the standard buttoned shirt and flared skirt, she might as well have been wearing a prom dress instead of simple skinny jeans and a cropped sweatshirt.
"What... Wow."
YeongMi scoffed, but couldn't help but smile as she ducked under Namjoon's arm to get in the room.
"So, what did you call me for?"
"Well, based on what you're wearing, not what you expected.... Although, Hoseok is out...."
YeongMi rolled her eyes, sitting on the bed and raising her eyebrows. "What? Can't a girlfriend look nice to her boyfriend? Does it have to mean anything?"
Namjoon grinned; he loved when YeongMi said those words, girlfriend and boyfriend.
He still couldn't quite believe that this was real, that they were actually dating.
"Of course it means something... You wanna look nice to me?" Namjoon sat next to her, smiling and leaning his head in her shoulder. "But I think you're the most beautiful-"
YeongMi chuckled, pushing him away and putting a hand on his chest to keep him there.
"Seriously...."
Namjoon was suddenly embarrassed, toying with his fingers and biting his lips.
"Well, don't laugh...."
YeongMi cocked an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Well, I just...." Namjoon sighed, "just, turn around."
YeongMi was confused, but she turned, and soon Namjoon was standing behind her, slightly leaning against the bed, and thus, leaning against her.
"Are we just jumping into it - oh. Okay. This is nice. Oh my god, this is nice."
Namjoon chuckled, as he ran his fingers through YeongMi's hair, grateful that she hadn't done her hair before coming to his room.
Once he finished combing through it, he gathered the hair and, albeit very sloppily, started braiding it.
YeongMi was silent, save for the occasional satisfied hum and sigh, and Namjoon wasn't sure who was happier - him or her.
When he was done, he left it, and it immediately started unfurling, ending up looking like a braid that had barely survived a tornado.
"Why did you do it, when did you learn, and will you do it again? And again? And then maybe again?"
Namjoon nearly giggled as he slowly untangled the hair to start over.
"Well, last week I was thinking of different ways that I can make you happier, and I was talking to Seungkwan, and he said that you used to love getting your hair braided."
He had also said that it was one of the few times he had seen YeongMi really smile, but Namjoon didn't want to say that part, in case it ruined her content mood.
"Mmm, I hope you know that now that I know you can sort of do this, most of our time together is gonna end up being this."
Namjoon faked a regretful sigh, but truthfully he was more than happy to spend his time like this, seeing and hearing how happy it made YeongMi.
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This outfit is a gift.
Barefaced Hwasa is a gift.
Hwasa is a gift.
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