Peachy- Roommate! Jeongin
@starryjisungs‘s request: can i get #27 + with jeongin x female reader ?? platonic would be nice !! tysm, and if you do this (you don’t have to) then take your time :P
Pairing: Yang Jeongin / I.N. x Femme Reader (she/her)
Au: Roommates! AU (omg they were roommates!!:o)
Genre: a dash of angst with fluffy fluff fluff!!
Rated E no warnings all!! :D
“Jeonginnie!!~” You sang as you clumsily opened the door with arms full of groceries before messily kicking the door closed behind you. You were met with silence making you suspicious. “I swear to god, Yang, if you try to scare me-“ you bellowed while worming out of your sneakers, well as much balance as a baby deer walking for the first time while carrying a load of groceries.
As you entered the place you’ve lived in for three months now, your movements were more stealthy and grounded as you kept striding into the apartment, like a cat ready to pounce. Except, you were perhaps more close to a spooked horse, but you liked to imagine you were feline with grace and intimidation. Staying close to walls, like a spy on the lookout before swiping your forearm awkwardly at the light switch to see better before dumping your groceries onto the counter.
“YANG JEONGIN?!?” You screeched, unnecessarily loud, making sure you were loud enough that you could be heard throughout the rest of the old, tiny apartment and also in case he was in his room watching ASMR with noise-canceling headphones as he did from time to time. It was a Thursday evening, he should be home and besides, the two of you had plans of watching a drama together with the ice cream you bought on the way home from work.
It was a long day of school and work, without as many generous customers and teachers as you would’ve hoped. Your professors have started throwing new deadlines right at you like confetti as a celebration for meeting the deadlines you just passed, it was an excruciating cycle you were beyond motion sick of at this point. And at work, it was usual, fast-paced. Waitressing was basically babysitting plus cardio and the occasional sprinkle of harassment that bosses pretend doesn’t exist or happen- but that’s beside the point.
All-day long the only thing keeping you positive and relatively chirpy was the reminder that when you get home in the dark, you’d unlock your door to the apartment and be greeted by absolute sunshine personified. And yet here you are, home and in the artificial yellow light provided by the apartment’s old light fixtures that will burn out any week now, with mentioned best friend nowhere to be seen.
Petulantly, you began to sluggishly unpack your reusable bags and totes, first putting things in the fridge and the prized ice cream into the freezer. And maybe today was worse than you thought or it’s getting to a certain time of the month or something, but putting the carton of ice cream hit a nerve that had you sniffling. Where is that idiot? You sniffed hard and willed the petty tears away as you grabbed the two boxes of cereal, one his and one yours that he’ll inevitably eat half of, to put them in the pantry.
You approached the pantry with a grumpy slouch, socked feet dragging on the creaky linoleum without a drop of your earlier intensity and care. As such, you were more vulnerable as you opened the door to your tiny pantry by a weak grip on the weathered doorknob. You barely got it open by two centimeters before it was forcibly swung open the rest of the way by someone who was just waiting for his right moment to attack.
“EEEAAAAAAO@&$#@!!!” He squeak-screamed like a dolphin going through puberty, launching forward like a firework. The door swinging open narrowly missed your little poor nose and had you screaming like a little kid in a haunted house. The boxes flew right out of your hands, and you slipped trying to balance yourself, knocking you right off your socks and right onto your bum. The sound you shrieked in return was equally unattractive but at least yours didn’t cause people’s ears to ring-
“Owww!! JEongin!! WHYYYYY??!!” You groaned, ears ringing and your tailbone probably minorly bruised. And when you looked up you saw Jeongin wide-eyed, normally he’d be laughing his hiccupy laugh and clapping idiotically like walrus and you’d give in within seconds to his dumb laughter and shove him hard and call it even.
But this time, this time was different.
“Y/n?? Are you okay, did you hurt yourself? Is the cereal okay?” He laughed nervously, scratching at his peachy-blond hair, adding in that last part to see if you’d at least roll your eyes at that, which you did, thankfully.
“I’m okay! As peachy as Georgia state, Yang!” You huffed and bluffed, getting up back on your feet, rejecting his big pretty hands that wanted to help you. Your reference flew right over his head, it was times like this that he was reminded that you were a foreigner. A strong, smart, patient, beautiful foreigner that probably had a bit of a hard time living here. At the reminder, he began to regret scaring you tonight, today must’ve been hard for you, or perhaps it’s been all bottled up until now.
It wasn’t often that little ol’ Jeongin initiated physical affection, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You were about to turn around and finish putting away the rest of the groceries before you were pulled into a hug.
“I’m sorry, Y/n,” he said, grabbing at you before you went too far and twirling you into his arms, leaning down a little so he can slot his chin right onto your shoulder.
“It’s all peachy,” you squeaked in response, this time meaning it. He was your peachy, the best, most delightful peach on the whole tree- no! The entire orchard! You snuggled right back into his arms, with a hidden smile on your face. Some would argue that your face too, was also, a delightful shade of peach.
