gєηяє: drabble, realistic/idol au, foreigner au
ѕυммαяу: One may argue there is no such thing called ‘luck.’ You would agree, all you wanted was a bag of Sour Neon Worms and nothing else.
The list went on forever. When you rolled out the beige-coloured paper out of your pocket, the list almost hit the bottom of the car and your eyes widened. Hyunbin had written whatever he could on the list, from five different types of coca-cola to the six different types of chocolate.
“What’s the matter? Why the grumpy face?” Your friend questioned you with a soft chuckle. Without racing your gaze to meet her eyes, you turned the long list around, so she could read it all. She — along with the four other girls Hyunbin sent you to the market with, all laughed out loudly.
“What can I say, he has no self-control. And besides, Hyunbin was enough of a gentleman to give us his credit card”, your second friend said while she burst out laughing, waving the black credit card Hyunbin gave you to buy all the supplies.
“But not enough of a gentleman to follow us to the store in this weather?” You mumbled and eyed the grey sky on the outside of the car. Your friend in the passenger seat gave you a soft push, still laughing. “Come on, he needs to fix his apartment. Whatever he meant by that.”
Hyunbin’s voice rang through your head again; I need to fix my apartment! You girls go, we boys will stay here and clean this place for when you get back! If it was up to you, his apartment was already clean enough. For it to be five girls and six boys inside, including him, it was rather neat inside his apartment. He lived alone, had a high ceiling and different rooms for all of you to a sleepover with. Therefore, the reason that his apartment was dirty was pure lies. He was either going to drink up all the alcohol or have a ‘boys-time’ with the rest of the boys in his apartment.
“Someone call Hyun, we won’t be able to carry all of this”, you said and nodded to the list one final time. You unbuckled your belt and pulled the hood of your hoodie over your head, to prevent the tiny drops of rain to ruin your hair. “Let’s go, ladies.”
You all left your black car and took quick steps to the huge supermarket. You wrapped your arms over your chest to prevent the heat from your — Hyunbin’s hoodie, to leave your body. Your black Adidas-leggings felt like a thin piece of paper when you walked in the cold, but you were soon greeted by the warmth of the supermarket on the inside.
Even at such an hour and at this gloomy weather, the supermarket was surprisingly filled with more people than you anticipated. One of your friends grabbed the red basket to pull behind her; then the shopping started.
You soon realised it would take too much time this way. If all five of you walked together like this, it would take you hours to get everything on the list Hyunbin wrote. Therefore, you all split up into groups. You and the other girl went to the cold supplies, while the three other girls took a picture of the list and trailed their way.
“So, you and Hyunie”, your friend winked while elbowing you softly as you made your way to the freezers. “You’re wearing his hoodie, I see.”
“He’s an idiot”, you answered, which caused your friend to laugh out loudly. “But I have to admit, he is cute.”
“I think he has a thing for you”, your friend hummed. You hummed back as an answer — a hidden smile formed on your lips. Though you were not interested in Hyunbin that way, it did surely boost your ego when your friend mentioned him liking you. He invited all of to his apartment to celebrate your birthday which passed three months ago, but he had spent a few months in Korea with his father and missed your birthday. He returned only a couple of days ago, and almost immediately wanted to throw a little party for you with your closet friends.
His gestures always warmed your heart, however, you were uncertain if it was all his Korean humbleness or if there was something else behind his actions. Maybe that’s why he wanted alone time with the boys back at his apartment, to discuss his emotions.
In the middle of your thoughts, a specific object caught your attention, causing you to to an imitate stop and head twisting completely to the side. Your friend continued walking a couple of steps until she noticed your stop. She turned around and asked you what the matter was, but you left her silent.
There, down there with exotic colours, a bag of Sour Neon Worms rested. How many years had it been since you ate them? You remembered clearly how much you loved them as a child. Now as an adult, you’d almost forgotten how they tasted like. A wave of nostalgia overpowered you, who were you fooling — you had completely forgotten how they tasted like, and you needed to remember.
“Sour worms”, you said slowly and let your hood slowly glide off your head as you turned back to your friend. “Come on, do you know how many years it has been?! I had no idea they were still in sale, let’s get a bag or two!”
“I don’t think Hyunbin would approve, it’s his money”, your friend quickly argued. You rose one of your eyebrows and showed her the long list again.
“He wants us to buy all this and can’t afford a bag sour worms? He won’t even notice we bought them.” Your friend easily gave in — pulling a bad joke how you would need to blow him off if he became mad, but quickly changed her route down the shelves to the package you saw. You squealed the entire way, causing the two men also looking on the candy shelf to give you a side-eye, but you could not be bothered. Your steps increased in size to reach the small bag faster, and you soon reached the shelf-
You could not reach them.
“What… What the fuck!” you cussed and jumped up on the air, your nails brushing against the bag of the colourful candies. “Are you kidding me?!” Your friend caught up with you, but not much to your surprise, she was not able to reach the bag either.
“What idiot would place kids candy so high?” you hissed and tried jumping again. Just as the first time, you had no luck. There was no chair or anything else near the two of you to reach the bags, they were peacefully resting on the shelf unbothered while you were growing more frustrated.
Your friend elbowing your ribs caught your attention and caused your jumping to a stop. When you turned to her, you noticed her blue eyes trail past you, down the hallway and to the two men a couple of metres away from the two of you. The same men who eyed you up and down when you squealed. One of them had his back faced you and the other one was snickering underneath the mask he had to cover half of his face, you could point it out by the way wrinkle formed by his eyes.
The one with his back faced towards you seemed to be at least a head or two taller than you, he could easily grab the package of candy for you. He was dressed in all black, a bucket hat on top of his head and black hair sticking out in a faded undercut.
“They’re Korean”, your friend whispered in your ear. “You know, just like Hyunbin.”
“Who cares, looks like one of them can reach the shelf.”
Your friend giggled softly at your determination to get the candy package, who would have thought you were an adult you could drive and smoke, yet the only thing you wanted was a package of sour worms? She remained in place while you made your way up to the Korean men, the one facing you slowly letting his eyes meet yours and his snickering disappearing.
You gulped down your saliva and placed a hand on the man facing away from you, your entire body stiffening when you felt him stiffen at your touch. Now when you approached him, you could point out he was staring down at his phone and must have blocked out any other sounds coming from around him. He slowly turned around to face you, him being much taller than you and causing you to tilt your head up to meet his eyes and, woah.
To be someone who is quite laid back, the way his round eyes met your caused your breath to hitch in your throat. Unlike the other man, he was not wearing a mask, which flashed you his perfect skin. His lips were in a straight line and a slight frown flashed upon his face when his round eyes met yours. His black FILA shirt hugged his well-toned body tightly; it all even became worse for your heart when he closed his phone and put his hands into the pockets of his black sweatpants.
‘Oh god, I hope he speaks English’ you thought for yourself. You remembered when you meet Hyunbin’s parents for the first time — their English was close to absent. Luckily for you, you picked up on some Korean and was able to leave a good impression on his parents, but right now you were way too nervous to speak any Korean with this man. You could barely utter out a word in English to him.
“Do you think you could….” you started, your usually confident voice becoming an octave lower. You twisted your back the slightest bit to point at the candy bag, only two or three metres away from you. “Reach the bag?” His eyes followed your finger and to the bag you were pointing out. Your friend gave an awkward wave with her hand, clearing her throat discreetly.
He turned around to his friend, who shrugged his shoulders underneath the olive-green jacket, and eventually, he walked up to the shelf.
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