Memory (pt.1)
Genre : short story
Theme : fluff
Pairing : Kanghyun(Onewe) X Reader
Description : you had ended your friendship with your most trusted companion because of a dumb misunderstanding. for years, you had been regretting it and wanted everything to go back to how it was before. fate listened and granted your wishes in the form of banana milk and banana-coloured hair.
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Life will eventually become a memory.
You carelessly hummed along to Reminisce About All, a powerful ballad that recently caught you off guard thanks to the perfect combination of vocals and instruments that managed to tug on your emotions, without fail.
Onewe, was apparently what this particular rookie k-band went by. Cute and simple.
To be honest, you weren't familiar with the band's history yet the song had been playing in your head for weeks on end. You only had your friend-slash-colleague, Jaehyung, to thank. His constant tweeting at ungodly hours led you to the band's MelOn playlist. Thus, here you were, starting off your evening shift by mindlessly sweeping away at the white, unpolished tiles of your neighbourhood GS25 store whilst listening to Onewe's song. A routine that you had found yourself in for the past months.
Life hadn't always been as uneventful as your current situation.
“Yah, Kang Hyungu!”, you huffed in fake annoyance.
The said Kang Hyungu who was running a few metres ahead of you, had stolen your precious banana milk. He even had the audacity to stop mid-run just to give you the most smug look that he could muster before continuing on.
Idiot. Now people are gonna think they're watching Tom and Jerry in real life.
“Y/N, if you really wanted your banana milk back, you would've taken it by now”, he laughed.
“I'm sorry, I wasn't born with giraffe legs!“, you retorted, almost choking on your own breath. What you really needed was the gym. Dude was too athletic for you.
Upon hearing that, he halted.
“Yah! That was rude”, he had his hands on his hips, face full of sass, "I personally like to think of them as cute penguin feet".
Was he supposed to look offended? Cause all you saw was a pouty Pingu. Oh well.
“It made you stop, didn't it?”, you smirked.
You had finally caught up with him and snatched your precious baby back.
Silently sipping your banana milk, you looked up at him innocently.
“Smart and petite”, he ruffled your head in a teasing way, putting a coincedently long emphasis on the word, petite.
“Hmph, at least I'm not a giraffe”
His soft chuckle from that day still rang clear in your memories even to this evening shift.
You sighed.
Dwelling on memories won't bring them back, Y/N.
Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the chimes of the store's bell. Back to reality.
Jaehyung, being the most unbothered senior, had begged you to cover his shift at the register. He claimed that he heard the universe calling for him. As the mature junior that you were, it was safe to assume that this so-called "universe", was just his bed.
You were okay with it as long as it meant more pay for you.
Even the painful moments are memories.
Your eyes wandered aimlessly, wondering about the first customer who came in a few moments ago.
Did the person came from school? Work?
You were always the curious type because you believed that every person had a story and every story had the chance to create a future; be it good or bad.
You caught a glimpse of blond amongst the food aisles. It made you think of banana milk, your one true love. Next thing you knew, there were two bottles of it on the counter in front of you.
Huh-
The person cleared his throat.
"Ah, sorry. I was kinda in a daze", you meekly apologised.
"That'll be-"
Painful moments. Memories.
You couldn't breathe. You cursed at whoever thought of this sick prank. You weren't ready. You weren't brave enough to face him, yet here he was. Two bottles of banana milk in hand. A white electric guitar stayed slung over his shoulder. Breathe.
Kang-
He was the exact same. The only difference was, he wasn't your friend. Breathe.
Freaking-
Oh and his hair was blond, not black. Breathe.
Hyungu.
[a/n]
this is my first time writing a short fic so please forgive any errors ^ ^ there's gonna be a part two which explains how their friendship ended and maybe a part three for the reconcilation
stan onewe y'all
(gif credits to youngjo)
p.s if I credited wrongly please tell me cause I'm kinda new to this ^ ^
