Like a Bad Habit
Description
“It’s Tuesday. Why not?” BoMi burns through every excuse in the book and JinYoung is nothing if not persistent. JinMi. One-shot.
Foreword
The first time it happened, APink was promoting ‘Hush’ and JinYoung had multi-colored streaks in his hair. But that was way back then, when there were Seven Springs instead of six and it was just JB-and-JR ‘Bouce’ing their way all over the place before their company decided they needed to have kids. BoMi remembered that he smiled easily, eyes forming pretty half-crescents that momentarily distracted her from his fashion faux pas of pairing a jersey with a choker. He’d bowed, low and respectful, when he caught sight of the girls approaching and BoMi remembered wondering if his gaze was lingering on her or NaEun as they walked away. That happened often.
She got her answer an hour later, staring at Park JinYoung (the younger) blankly.
“...my number?”
“You know,” He’d grinned cheekily, almost teasing, “Your phone number.”
It took an embarrassing few seconds for her to realize that, yup, she was getting hit on. By a junior. Hehe. Named Junior. Haha. Ah...wait, where was she?
“Sorry.” She blurted out belatedly, trying to summon an apologetic expression. “I actually don’t have a phone.”
JinYoung stared at her for a moment, expression unreadable, and BoMi briefly wondered if he was one of those guys; the ones that weren’t used to being turned down on a regular basis and readied herself for whatever egomaniacal spiel he was going to launch at her. But then suddenly, he was literally laughing in her face while she blinked in surprise and mild confusion. It was at that point that BoMi suddenly remembered that she was, in fact, holding her supposedly 'non-existent' phone in.her.frickin.hand, in full view of anyone with a functioning optic nerve. She could actually feel her face become engulfed in shame-flames and was already in the mental midst of constructing an honest-but-gentle speech to let this kid down easily when JinYoung coughed out a final laugh and cleared his throat.
“Ahh, that's such a shame.” He sighed dramatically, regretfully, “Maybe next time, then.”
Then he’d smiled knowingly at her without making those pretty crescents and walked off, rejected but not dejected, and BoMi remembered thinking that it was a very mature reaction for a barely-legal idol. That first time set the precedent, though, and it became their pattern afterwards: her copping-out at any opportunity, and him letting it slide every, single time. It was kind of cute and a little funny actually.
...for the most part anyway.
12/4/2015
(Nope. Still don’t know what’s going on.)
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