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      𝖮𝖮𝖯𝖲 !   % luggage mix-ups&cute strangers

            ST✮RRING───𝗡.𝓡𝗞 ୨୧ 2566 && 𝐖. crackfic wigs implied frozen 1 slander jake + jungwon mentioned lilo&stitch mentioned sunghoon & minju appearance as airport staff reader wears glasses + likes sanrio

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after getting off of a terribly long and otherwise unpleasant flight, all you really want is to grab your luggage, find a cab back home and face-plant into your comfy, cosy bed. and then stay there for a minimum of 15 hours.

it was the only thing keeping you going, really.

but of course, the universe has other plans for you. 

you should’ve caught on to that, from how suspicious it was that as soon as you reached baggage claim … by some stroke of luck, you spotted your suitcase immediately. 

oh, joy! for once, you wouldn’t have to stand like an idiot for an odd 25 minutes, watching various pieces of luggage roll out on the conveyor belt, moving so slowly that it was almost mocking. 

with a quick internal cheer, you’d rushed to grab the handle of the bag. 

… only for another hand to also be picking the same suitcase up?

oh! you get it. the stranger who you’ve now appraised with a quick glance (really tall, sharp features and nice hair) is just helping you out!

maybe there is good in the world, after all!

you flash him a quick smile, ready to thank him for being so nice, but really, you can handle the suitcase on your own,—before a scowl takes over his pretty features. 

okay. rude. 

hot people should not be allowed to look that annoyed and still be attractive. 

“i’d really appreciate it if you’d stop trying to steal my luggage,” he tells you, the words forced out through grit teeth. 

you find yourself sympathizing with him for a minute, the slight bags under his eyes quite telling of a rough flight.

but no. you’ve had a difficult flight too.

you’ve had to listen to a toddler whine about why frozen 2 is better than the first one for the greater part of 3 hours (who honestly did have some good points, if you really think about it). 

you’ve had to deal with some stupid 13 year old who kept reclining his seat farther and farther back (and after you politely told her to stop, she stuck her tongue out at you. the audacity.) 

and the worst of all. 

the guy seated next to you kept trying to get you to invest in his potential cult / pyramid marketing scheme for yak fur wigs. 

you kept telling him you were broke but you’re quite sure he didn’t even listen to one word you said. especially because when your flight landed he handed you a business card, which was just as sketchy as his description of his business that was about to “take the world by a storm.”

so, no. fuck being nice. you simply do not have the energy for that right now. 

“right,” you say, in a voice equally as strained, “that’s funny, because this happens to be mine. maybe try actually, oh, i don’t know, looking at it before you accuse me of “stealing” my own luggage.”

at that, the man’s scowl deepens. he tugs the suitcase towards him once, the movement sharp, and you almost fall right into his chest. but you manage to stop yourself right in time. 

all those tiktok balancing exercises—which you did only out of peer pressure from creators who insisted that if you scrolled away without dropping a follow and stretching your limbs as they were doing in the video, it would be nothing short of catastrophic—must be finally coming into use. 

“my vision is completely fine. 20/20, in fact.” he says smugly, with obvious disdain towards your own glasses. 

how dare he hold your bad eyesight against you like that. 

this means war. 

“clearly it’s not,” you slide the suitcase back towards your own figure. “because this is mine. good luck finding your own though! may i suggest paying ‘Lost & Found’ a quick visit?”

mr. stranger scoffs at that. loudly. “you can’t really think MY suitcase is yours.”

“well, yes, unless this is actually opposite world wherein your suitcase ALSO has a huge dent at the bottom from where it hit the edge of MY dressing table 5 days ago.”

“you have got to be kidding me.” he sighs, looking tired. the AUDACITY. “i know that dent. that dent is there because jungwon dropped the bag out of my balcony last month, and it slammed right into jake’s remote controlled drone.”

“a drone. really.”

“it’s … a long story.”

“i’m sure it is. i fully believe that happened.” you earnestly say, nodding along with your own words, “jake and jungwon are totally real people and you definitely put a lot of thought into that lie.”

“they are real people, dammit. and i’m not lying.” 

you blink up, the picture of innocence. “but y’sound awfully defensive for someone who’s so sure he’s right …”

that does it. his jaw tightens. “okay listen here, you—” mr.stranger’s face has flushed an angry cherry shade by now, and you have to bite back laughter at the image. 

but thankfully, right before the situation can elevate to a physical comic book-esque fight over the suitcase in question, a third party finally interrupts. 

what looks to be a rather, harassed looking airport assistance staff member appears in front of you with a bright, if slightly worried exclamation, “sir! madam!’ 

her voice is breathless, slightly shaky with effort, “we’ve been getting constant complaints from the elderly lady over there–she, um, says you’ve been blocking the conveyor belt.” 

you glance behind. and sure enough, a crowd of mildly entertained but mostly frustrated passengers stares back. 

“i believe the two of you have something to work out regarding that suitcase?” the assistant prods gently, “i could direct you towards the airport authorities, if you’d like?”

“there’s no dispute here!” you pipe up, confidently. “i’ll just be on my way with my suitcase, thank you though!” 

you turn around ready to leave, hoping mr.stranger (you should maybe consider asking for his name, at some point) has forgotten about thinking your suitcase was his. 

you almost walk away. almost. but right then, his hand grips onto your wrist, effectively stopping you. 

“just a minute, doll.” his tone is lowered in what you assume is annoyance in a way that, embarrassingly, sends a shiver down your spine, “there’s just one small problem. that suitcase is still very much mine.”

“fuck off, you very well know this isn’t yours?!”

the assistant raises her hands placatingly, “alright, alright—let’s all calm down here. i really suggest going to the .. baggage authorities.” her tone clearly emphasizes that it wasn’t a “suggestion” at all.

you and mr.stranger, suddenly feeling slightly conscious, exchange a glance and unanimously decide to comply. 

soon enough, you’re taken into the office by her and presented to a uniformed man behind the counter. 

he takes one look at you and mr. stranger, gaze squinted in silent scrutiny. the practiced customer smile that he directs towards you soon after is only slightly forced.

“another 320LMAO, is it minju?,” he asks the assistant, tone dry and oozing of boredom. “not one day goes by without one of these. i’m getting too old for this shit.”

“you’re 22, sunghoon.”

“i meant metaphorically. obviously. get with the times, minju.”

“do your job, sunghoon.”

sunghoon grumbles at that. he takes an additional 10 whole minutes to stare at you and mr.stranger, respectively, before wordlessly beckoning for the suitcase. 

mr.stranger obliges, sliding it towards him with a weirdly unnecessary flair. 

“as much as i’d hate to interrupt the .. uh,  proceedings” he begins, “... what exactly is a 320LMAO?”

minju the assistant sighs and mutters something under her breath which sounds a suspicious amount like here we go again. completely contrasting her demeanour, sunghoon’s face lights up like he’s been waiting years for someone to ask.

“it’s code, actually! lingo for the cool, hip airport guys, if you will—Luggage Misidentified Again Ohmygod. LMAO. and the 320 is there because minju said it’d sound more official like that.” 

minju looks like she’d rather be anywhere else at the moment and flusters around for a second or two before gesturing something towards her phone and all but booking it out of the room.

so, basically, you and YOUR suitcase are totally in good hands. 

“... and so, finally, after 6 days and 23 whole hours we were able to find that battered, orange warrior of a suitcase.” .. sunghoon’s still talking, rather passionately now, about what you’re assuming are the origins of 320LMAO, “and ever since that day, this beloved code has been put in place. thinking about the story gives me chills. literal chills.”

when will this be over? you just want to go home, for god’s sake. with a sideways glance towards mr.stranger, you catch a glimpse of his incredulous expression at sunghoon’s story and let slip a giggle. 

he turns to look at you upon hearing your little laugh, and his own tensed features finally give way to a slight smirk. you almost let bygones be bygones due to the sheer reason that he looks … really pretty now that you’re really looking at him. 

you can always get a new suitcase, yeah? might as well let him have this one!

“you’re not even listening.” is sunghoon the official … pouting at you and mr.stranger? “oh. i get it. too busy having your little romcom moment to listen to the greatest story of all time.” 

a sound not unlike a strangled half-choke, half-cough leaves mr. stranger, “excuse me? we’re really not—”

“whatever. you wouldn’t it get it, anyway. let’s get this over with.” the official crouches down huffily, unzips the suitcase and flips the lid open in a way that only reveals the contents to himself. “woah.”

???

“i need each of you to state some things you had packed in your luggage.” he says, eyes flashing with a hint of amusement. 

your my melody makeup bag. a blue cinnamoroll themed polaroid camera. one kuromi plushie. you oblige this information with zero hesitation. you’re proud of your sanrio obsession. who could even say one singular bad thing about something so whimsical and cute and joy-giving?

sunghoon nods slowly. 

mr.stranger says he has a chrome hearts hoodie, a new pair of headphones and .. one kuromi plushie. for his younger sister. interesting.

sunghoon nods, facial expression betraying nothing. he’d be really good at poker, you find yourself thinking, right as he clears his throat and makes his verdict, “... well. i don’t even know what to say. you guys can just .. have a look inside, i guess.”

very professional.

however, you both lean in as soon as he words out the sentence, eager to finally, finally put an end to this.

there’s a pause. all you can really do is stare.

“... what the hell?” mr.stranger mumbles, tone so unbelieving and full of wonder it elicits a snort from sunghoon.

you blink. once, twice. 

the shock of plain, mousy brown that greets you from the inside stares back resolutely. 

the suitcase appears to be full of … wigs? 

you really hope they are wigs.

sunghoon uses one gloved finger to daintily edge away a few of the .. wigs .. present at the surface to reveal … 

… what looks to be a gorgeously painted porcelain sink (yes like the one where you do the washing), exactly 2 and a half bowling pins (one of them being somehow broken vertically) and a metal case. 

which on further investigation turns out to be filled with miniature replicas of medieval weaponry. 

oh, and, one life sized victorian era accurate crown. 

“so?” the official prods, “whose is it, then?”

“that … is definitely not mine.” you immediately say, only for mr.stranger to exclaim in a way that overlaps with yours completely.

“uh. yeah, no, same.” he adds, stepping back like the suitcase might be infectious.

the deadpan expression on sunghoon’s face says everything he’s probably too polite to actually voice out. but thankfully, minju—your life saving grace, an angel from the heavens,your .. knight in shining armor, even—peeks into the room right at the moment.

“sunghoon. emergency. a child has climbed on top of the “lilo & stitch” display and won’t get down. he says frozen 2 is the superior movie and demands to meet olaf.”

“againnn?” said man whines, “i’m so over this shit, ugh.” but after a quick little tantrum he does eventually leave the room, grumbling out a short “don’t touch anything” to you and mr.stranger.

obviously, you and mr.stranger unanimously decide to touch everything.

in the suitcase, that is.

aside from the wigs. obviously.

“hey, mr.stranger guy—”

“??? it’s nishimura riki.”

“that, yes. this crown looks like it’d be the perfect size for you. that’s suspicious. are you sure the suitcase isn’t yours?”

riki squints at you, then looks disdainfully down at the crown in your hands. “…not my style. and more importantly, i wouldn’t be caught dead with those … wigs … ever. my hair is very natural, thank you very much.”

you burst out laughing at that; maybe the hours of travelling induced sleep deprivation is finally catching up to you. riki rolls his eyes, the corner of his lips twitching upwards at your reaction.

both of you sink down to the floor in front of the open bag, knees just about brushing. 

“what’s their story, do you think? whoever this suitcase belongs to.” you wonder aloud, after a beat. 

“hm. i’d say they were a member of royalty with a deep love for waffles, bowling and plumbing. and a family history of male pattern baldness. just a guess.”

 “or,” you begin solemnly, “someone pulling a medieval-themed heist … against a bowling league. the waffles were a heist snack and the sink was a spoil of the battle. a sign of our guy’s victory, if you will.”

riki nods in agreement, not even trying to hide his smile anymore, and it’s a little too successful in disarming you for someone who called you a thief merely minutes ago. “that makes perfect sense.”

you find yourself grinning back despite yourself. “come to think of it … this one guy on the plane was trying to recruit me as an investor in his yak wig business …”

exactly on cue, the office door creaks open by some divine intervention and you see outside the following events happen in rapid succession : 

sunghoon, attempting to wrestle off a child who is resolutely clinging onto a “Stitch” from “Lilo & Stitch” cardboard cutout while simultaneously trying to reason with a man (is that mr.yak wig business seller himself?) and assure him that the airport staff are doing everything they can to find his precious suitcase.

and then telling him that no, sunghoon will not be investing in his business because frankly, it sounds like a pyramid scheme.

neither you nor nishimura riki think to put an end to the sheer chaos outside by simply telling the yak wig business man that his suitcase is, in fact, right here.

because, honestly, you couldn't care less about the suitcase anymore. let the airport staff figure that one out themselves.

you’re a bit too caught up having your little romcom moment with riki, after all. oops.

but hey, at least you’ll have a good laugh about all this at the coffee date he’s just asked you to tomorrow! ^-^

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      𝖮𝖮𝖯𝖲 !   % luggage mix-ups&cute strangers

            ST✮RRING───𝗡.𝓡𝗞 ୨୧ 2566 && 𝐖. crackfic wigs implied frozen 1 slander jake + jungwon mentioned lilo&stitch mentioned sunghoon & minju appearance as airport staff reader wears glasses + likes sanrio

ㅤ𝖤𝑋𝖳𝖱𝖠 ㅤ ( > ㅅ < ) ㅤ i really went ALL out for this >< my longest drabble yet! thank you to mana for emotional support during my many crashouts, and shoutout tewww juni, koi, lilly for listening to me yap about my idea and mi + ai for semi proofreading ! i love ygs big time MWAH

                  check out my other account ! 𝖢𝘓𝗂𝖢𝖪     ᰈ̠ 𝖭𝘈𝖵𝗂

after getting off of a terribly long and otherwise unpleasant flight, all you really want is to grab your luggage, find a cab back home and face-plant into your comfy, cosy bed. and then stay there for a minimum of 15 hours.

it was the only thing keeping you going, really.

but of course, the universe has other plans for you. 

you should’ve caught on to that, from how suspicious it was that as soon as you reached baggage claim … by some stroke of luck, you spotted your suitcase immediately. 

oh, joy! for once, you wouldn’t have to stand like an idiot for an odd 25 minutes, watching various pieces of luggage roll out on the conveyor belt, moving so slowly that it was almost mocking. 

with a quick internal cheer, you’d rushed to grab the handle of the bag. 

… only for another hand to also be picking the same suitcase up?

oh! you get it. the stranger who you’ve now appraised with a quick glance (really tall, sharp features and nice hair) is just helping you out!

maybe there is good in the world, after all!

you flash him a quick smile, ready to thank him for being so nice, but really, you can handle the suitcase on your own,—before a scowl takes over his pretty features. 

okay. rude. 

hot people should not be allowed to look that annoyed and still be attractive. 

“i’d really appreciate it if you’d stop trying to steal my luggage,” he tells you, the words forced out through grit teeth. 

you find yourself sympathizing with him for a minute, the slight bags under his eyes quite telling of a rough flight.

but no. you’ve had a difficult flight too.

you’ve had to listen to a toddler whine about why frozen 2 is better than the first one for the greater part of 3 hours (who honestly did have some good points, if you really think about it). 

you’ve had to deal with some stupid 13 year old who kept reclining his seat farther and farther back (and after you politely told her to stop, she stuck her tongue out at you. the audacity.) 

and the worst of all. 

the guy seated next to you kept trying to get you to invest in his potential cult / pyramid marketing scheme for yak fur wigs. 

you kept telling him you were broke but you’re quite sure he didn’t even listen to one word you said. especially because when your flight landed he handed you a business card, which was just as sketchy as his description of his business that was about to “take the world by a storm.”

so, no. fuck being nice. you simply do not have the energy for that right now. 

“right,” you say, in a voice equally as strained, “that’s funny, because this happens to be mine. maybe try actually, oh, i don’t know, looking at it before you accuse me of “stealing” my own luggage.”

at that, the man’s scowl deepens. he tugs the suitcase towards him once, the movement sharp, and you almost fall right into his chest. but you manage to stop yourself right in time. 

all those tiktok balancing exercises—which you did only out of peer pressure from creators who insisted that if you scrolled away without dropping a follow and stretching your limbs as they were doing in the video, it would be nothing short of catastrophic—must be finally coming into use. 

“my vision is completely fine. 20/20, in fact.” he says smugly, with obvious disdain towards your own glasses. 

how dare he hold your bad eyesight against you like that. 

this means war. 

“clearly it’s not,” you slide the suitcase back towards your own figure. “because this is mine. good luck finding your own though! may i suggest paying ‘Lost & Found’ a quick visit?”

mr. stranger scoffs at that. loudly. “you can’t really think MY suitcase is yours.”

“well, yes, unless this is actually opposite world wherein your suitcase ALSO has a huge dent at the bottom from where it hit the edge of MY dressing table 5 days ago.”

“you have got to be kidding me.” he sighs, looking tired. the AUDACITY. “i know that dent. that dent is there because jungwon dropped the bag out of my balcony last month, and it slammed right into jake’s remote controlled drone.”

“a drone. really.”

“it’s … a long story.”

“i’m sure it is. i fully believe that happened.” you earnestly say, nodding along with your own words, “jake and jungwon are totally real people and you definitely put a lot of thought into that lie.”

“they are real people, dammit. and i’m not lying.” 

you blink up, the picture of innocence. “but y’sound awfully defensive for someone who’s so sure he’s right …”

that does it. his jaw tightens. “okay listen here, you—” mr.stranger’s face has flushed an angry cherry shade by now, and you have to bite back laughter at the image. 

but thankfully, right before the situation can elevate to a physical comic book-esque fight over the suitcase in question, a third party finally interrupts. 

what looks to be a rather, harassed looking airport assistance staff member appears in front of you with a bright, if slightly worried exclamation, “sir! madam!’ 

her voice is breathless, slightly shaky with effort, “we’ve been getting constant complaints from the elderly lady over there–she, um, says you’ve been blocking the conveyor belt.” 

you glance behind. and sure enough, a crowd of mildly entertained but mostly frustrated passengers stares back. 

“i believe the two of you have something to work out regarding that suitcase?” the assistant prods gently, “i could direct you towards the airport authorities, if you’d like?”

“there’s no dispute here!” you pipe up, confidently. “i’ll just be on my way with my suitcase, thank you though!” 

you turn around ready to leave, hoping mr.stranger (you should maybe consider asking for his name, at some point) has forgotten about thinking your suitcase was his. 

you almost walk away. almost. but right then, his hand grips onto your wrist, effectively stopping you. 

“just a minute, doll.” his tone is lowered in what you assume is annoyance in a way that, embarrassingly, sends a shiver down your spine, “there’s just one small problem. that suitcase is still very much mine.”

“fuck off, you very well know this isn’t yours?!”

the assistant raises her hands placatingly, “alright, alright—let’s all calm down here. i really suggest going to the .. baggage authorities.” her tone clearly emphasizes that it wasn’t a “suggestion” at all.

you and mr.stranger, suddenly feeling slightly conscious, exchange a glance and unanimously decide to comply. 

soon enough, you’re taken into the office by her and presented to a uniformed man behind the counter. 

he takes one look at you and mr. stranger, gaze squinted in silent scrutiny. the practiced customer smile that he directs towards you soon after is only slightly forced.

“another 320LMAO, is it minju?,” he asks the assistant, tone dry and oozing of boredom. “not one day goes by without one of these. i’m getting too old for this shit.”

“you’re 22, sunghoon.”

“i meant metaphorically. obviously. get with the times, minju.”

“do your job, sunghoon.”

sunghoon grumbles at that. he takes an additional 10 whole minutes to stare at you and mr.stranger, respectively, before wordlessly beckoning for the suitcase. 

mr.stranger obliges, sliding it towards him with a weirdly unnecessary flair. 

“as much as i’d hate to interrupt the .. uh,  proceedings” he begins, “... what exactly is a 320LMAO?”

minju the assistant sighs and mutters something under her breath which sounds a suspicious amount like here we go again. completely contrasting her demeanour, sunghoon’s face lights up like he’s been waiting years for someone to ask.

“it’s code, actually! lingo for the cool, hip airport guys, if you will—Luggage Misidentified Again Ohmygod. LMAO. and the 320 is there because minju said it’d sound more official like that.” 

minju looks like she’d rather be anywhere else at the moment and flusters around for a second or two before gesturing something towards her phone and all but booking it out of the room.

so, basically, you and YOUR suitcase are totally in good hands. 

“... and so, finally, after 6 days and 23 whole hours we were able to find that battered, orange warrior of a suitcase.” .. sunghoon’s still talking, rather passionately now, about what you’re assuming are the origins of 320LMAO, “and ever since that day, this beloved code has been put in place. thinking about the story gives me chills. literal chills.”

when will this be over? you just want to go home, for god’s sake. with a sideways glance towards mr.stranger, you catch a glimpse of his incredulous expression at sunghoon’s story and let slip a giggle. 

he turns to look at you upon hearing your little laugh, and his own tensed features finally give way to a slight smirk. you almost let bygones be bygones due to the sheer reason that he looks … really pretty now that you’re really looking at him. 

you can always get a new suitcase, yeah? might as well let him have this one!

“you’re not even listening.” is sunghoon the official … pouting at you and mr.stranger? “oh. i get it. too busy having your little romcom moment to listen to the greatest story of all time.” 

a sound not unlike a strangled half-choke, half-cough leaves mr. stranger, “excuse me? we’re really not—”

“whatever. you wouldn’t it get it, anyway. let’s get this over with.” the official crouches down huffily, unzips the suitcase and flips the lid open in a way that only reveals the contents to himself. “woah.”

???

“i need each of you to state some things you had packed in your luggage.” he says, eyes flashing with a hint of amusement. 

your my melody makeup bag. a blue cinnamoroll themed polaroid camera. one kuromi plushie. you oblige this information with zero hesitation. you’re proud of your sanrio obsession. who could even say one singular bad thing about something so whimsical and cute and joy-giving?

sunghoon nods slowly. 

mr.stranger says he has a chrome hearts hoodie, a new pair of headphones and .. one kuromi plushie. for his younger sister. interesting.

sunghoon nods, facial expression betraying nothing. he’d be really good at poker, you find yourself thinking, right as he clears his throat and makes his verdict, “... well. i don’t even know what to say. you guys can just .. have a look inside, i guess.”

very professional.

however, you both lean in as soon as he words out the sentence, eager to finally, finally put an end to this.

there’s a pause. all you can really do is stare.

“... what the hell?” mr.stranger mumbles, tone so unbelieving and full of wonder it elicits a snort from sunghoon.

you blink. once, twice. 

the shock of plain, mousy brown that greets you from the inside stares back resolutely. 

the suitcase appears to be full of … wigs? 

you really hope they are wigs.

sunghoon uses one gloved finger to daintily edge away a few of the .. wigs .. present at the surface to reveal … 

… what looks to be a gorgeously painted porcelain sink (yes like the one where you do the washing), exactly 2 and a half bowling pins (one of them being somehow broken vertically) and a metal case. 

which on further investigation turns out to be filled with miniature replicas of medieval weaponry. 

oh, and, one life sized victorian era accurate crown. 

“so?” the official prods, “whose is it, then?”

“that … is definitely not mine.” you immediately say, only for mr.stranger to exclaim in a way that overlaps with yours completely.

“uh. yeah, no, same.” he adds, stepping back like the suitcase might be infectious.

the deadpan expression on sunghoon’s face says everything he’s probably too polite to actually voice out. but thankfully, minju—your life saving grace, an angel from the heavens,your .. knight in shining armor, even—peeks into the room right at the moment.

“sunghoon. emergency. a child has climbed on top of the “lilo & stitch” display and won’t get down. he says frozen 2 is the superior movie and demands to meet olaf.”

“againnn?” said man whines, “i’m so over this shit, ugh.” but after a quick little tantrum he does eventually leave the room, grumbling out a short “don’t touch anything” to you and mr.stranger.

obviously, you and mr.stranger unanimously decide to touch everything.

in the suitcase, that is.

aside from the wigs. obviously.

“hey, mr.stranger guy—”

“??? it’s nishimura riki.”

“that, yes. this crown looks like it’d be the perfect size for you. that’s suspicious. are you sure the suitcase isn’t yours?”

riki squints at you, then looks disdainfully down at the crown in your hands. “…not my style. and more importantly, i wouldn’t be caught dead with those … wigs … ever. my hair is very natural, thank you very much.”

you burst out laughing at that; maybe the hours of travelling induced sleep deprivation is finally catching up to you. riki rolls his eyes, the corner of his lips twitching upwards at your reaction.

both of you sink down to the floor in front of the open bag, knees just about brushing. 

“what’s their story, do you think? whoever this suitcase belongs to.” you wonder aloud, after a beat. 

“hm. i’d say they were a member of royalty with a deep love for waffles, bowling and plumbing. and a family history of male pattern baldness. just a guess.”

 “or,” you begin solemnly, “someone pulling a medieval-themed heist … against a bowling league. the waffles were a heist snack and the sink was a spoil of the battle. a sign of our guy’s victory, if you will.”

riki nods in agreement, not even trying to hide his smile anymore, and it’s a little too successful in disarming you for someone who called you a thief merely minutes ago. “that makes perfect sense.”

you find yourself grinning back despite yourself. “come to think of it … this one guy on the plane was trying to recruit me as an investor in his yak wig business …”

exactly on cue, the office door creaks open by some divine intervention and you see outside the following events happen in rapid succession : 

sunghoon, attempting to wrestle off a child who is resolutely clinging onto a “Stitch” from “Lilo & Stitch” cardboard cutout while simultaneously trying to reason with a man (is that mr.yak wig business seller himself?) and assure him that the airport staff are doing everything they can to find his precious suitcase.

and then telling him that no, sunghoon will not be investing in his business because frankly, it sounds like a pyramid scheme.

neither you nor nishimura riki think to put an end to the sheer chaos outside by simply telling the yak wig business man that his suitcase is, in fact, right here.

because, honestly, you couldn't care less about the suitcase anymore. let the airport staff figure that one out themselves.

you’re a bit too caught up having your little romcom moment with riki, after all. oops.

but hey, at least you’ll have a good laugh about all this at the coffee date he’s just asked you to tomorrow! ^-^

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i love getting riize reqs >< working on an anon's req rn 😙😙

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hi yin 🥹

JUNI i giggled and twirled around cutely hi ><

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Your opinion is objectively correct lmaoo but my personal fav hasssss to be outside ykkkkk deep voice sunoo does something to me (ANY SUNOO COULD GET IT BUT YKYKYK

NO I TOTALLY GET U outside (AND deep voice sunoo) are both so fire ong (LMAO yes your username kinda gave that away ><)

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Hello why does it feel like you are chain linked to every creator on here ? Do they get an @bambisnc starter pack 🤣 /pos

AHAHA this made me giggle 🤍 i really like talking to people / meeting new people though so i do try interacting as much as i can ><

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hi bomb by illit is the best album ever actually i love illit forever . jellyous is so yummy + little monster is actually edible like i can actually eat it + do the dance is so cutie MC WONHEE ?? I LOVE HER + oops! is such a cutie patootie song like hello + bamsoopoong angelic heavenly sirenlike

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yuzuyin = yuyi = mine how does that sound :0

mangomi = muhi = i'm gonna kiss u how's that sound ^^

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MINE EVERYONE YIN IS MINE BADK OFF

woah woah let's not scare the huzz now ,,

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beef has been fucking dropped down a hole

yay we are #happily in love guys

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what do you think of Enhas new comeback !! I personally am in loveeeee. Whats ur fav song on there omggggg ugh im gonna ugh i love desire unleash :0

I'VE BEEN WAITINGG FOR THIS HI

d:u ranking bc i'm a yapper 4 life

helium : MY GIRLFRIEND i love this song i love the lyrics i love everything about it the guitar parts the vaguely moaned background vocals this is like scream's twin to me and might j be one of my most favorite enha songs like ever

outside : i'm usually not the Biggest rap fan but the beat is so vibey everyone ate their parts up big time. also, niki's we be outsiiiiiiiiiide. i rest my case. i particularly liked jaywon's parts ! and whoever said adrenaline was yummy

flashover : sm people said it gave 2017 yt intro but the vocals really served okay </3 the beats in the chorus and that echo-y voice + sunsun vocals j scratched my brain really good icl // too close THE CUTENESS THIS SONG SERVED >< heejakewon's parts im in love hi

bad desire : MIRRORS BY JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE icl i think i like the english version more bc of the fire lyrics >< also im genuinely so in love w the post chorus "oh-oh-ohhh" song could fix me im ngl at all

loose : english version walked so the korean one could run. lowkey loose is like my situationship and we have a cat and 2 kitties tgt ^-^

i'd love to hear your opinions too :D

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      𝖢𝖱𝖠𝖹𝖸 𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖸𝖮𝖴, 𝖡𝖠𝖡𝖸   𝗈𝗋 % 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 . .

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ㅤ𝖤𝑋𝖳𝖱𝖠 ㅤ ( ￢ _￢ ; ) ㅤ this is so long overdue oh my GOSH hi kirakira my pookie baby girlfie, hope you like this gorgeous >3<

                        𝖢𝘓𝗂𝖢𝖪     🖇 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝙁𝗶𝗟𝗘 ᰈ̠ 𝖭𝘈𝖵𝗂

you always knew that jake sim was never one to play fair.

but then, like it was a routine, he had looked at you with those big, stupidly gorgeous eyes and told you he didn’t want to be alone that night with a hesitant mumble of, “could you keep him company? just for a bit ..” 

and like clockwork, you had caved. 

you could only imagine what your friends would’ve said had they seen you with jake then, his entire 5’11 stature completely draped on you as if your presence was the only thing keeping him grounded to reality. 

and it might as well have been, truly, considering how completely drunk out of his mind he was.

usually you find it easy to rationalize with those who’ve had a little too much to drink. but what was jake sim if not a being sent solely for the purpose of going against everything you consider a fact of nature?

it hadn’t even started that bad, if you think back to it. 

just another end-of-the-semester celebration for you and your classmates. and not to brag, but you’d gotten the highest marks in your major and (possibly) had gloated about the same a little too much, a little too publicly.

jake had taken it all in stride, to be fair. laughing your words off with easy, playful jabs like he didn’t care about it at all and that pissed you off more than you’d like to admit.

the evening ran by fast. slowly but surely, friends and acquaintances started trickling out. somewhere along the way you’d ended up pushed right next to him on the couch, his shoulder pressing against you in a way that you found hard to ignore.

you could’ve sworn you said something about leaving, bag slung over your shoulder, when jake had reached out. his fingers grazing your wrist, the gesture so innocent you’d genuinely considered falling for it. 

“don’t go yet,” he’d said, voice quieter than you’d ever known it to be, “please?”

and you did. against your better judgement. 

maybe you just didn’t want to make a scene. 

or maybe .. you had a temporary lapse in sanity. caused by how stupidly cute and helpless his flushed cheeks looked. like a puppy. 

albeit a very annoying one who definitely did not deserve your sympathy. but still had it, anyway.

next thing you knew, he was clinging onto your arm, his other hand resting a little too comfortably on your waist. you hated how close he’d leaned into your figure, all the while mumbling about some new assignment he’d been working on. 

you hated how warm, how heavy he was. hated that you wanted him closer still.

“hey,” his hand grasped your chin to lift your gaze towards his own, with a care that almost made you ache, “you’re not even looking at me.”

your gaze finally met his—and that, you would later realize, was your second mistake. 

because he was looking at you like you were the only real thing in the world that was worth focusing on—eyes lidded, slightly hazy, but ever confident. 

he was close enough that you could count every eyelash laying delicately on his cheekbones.

“don’t do this,” you’d blurted out, voice barely louder than a whisper, “you’re drunk.” 

but even then, you made no move to pull away.

jake only smiled, and shook his head slightly, as if amused. “i was drunk,” he corrected you, “but not anymore. not for this.”

“i hate you,” you mumbled back, more trying to convince yourself of the fact than him, though you had a sinking feeling that he already knew it was the furthest thing from the truth.

“no you don’t.”

he leaned closer till the tip of his nose was an inch away from yours and suddenly the chatter around you, the music, the soft lights—everything seemed to fade away. 

breathless from the reduced space between you, you’d asked, “how would you know?” 

“because you’re here.” jake’s tone was reverent, thumb brushing against your lower lip. “because you stayed.”

your breath caught in your throat. what could you possibly reply to that with?

insist that you still hated him? hell, you wouldn’t believe yourself say that after how your fingers clutched onto his shoulder for purchase.

still, you vaguely remember having said it anyway, a shaky voice telling him how he always ruined everything and how you hated every single thing about him.

jake’s hand slid up to cup the side of your face more firmly, fingers sinking into your hair. “you don’t mean that,” he answered simply, eyes fixed on your lips.

“i do.” 

but you didn’t, though you wished with your entire being that you did.

and when he kissed you, it was nothing like you could’ve imagined. 

it wasn’t soft, careful. 

it was aching, messy, real—like jake had been holding back for far too long and simply didn’t know how to stop now that he had you. 

his hand on your waist dug deeper, pulling you flush against himself like he needed to feel every inch of you just to be able to breathe right. 

your own hands were now desperately hanging onto his sweater—maybe to push him away, maybe to drag him closer—you couldn’t tell for sure.

all you know for sure is that when you did finally pull apart, it wasn’t by choice. 

it was due to the need for air.

just for a second, to remember what the actual hell you were doing. to remember who it was that you were kissing.

“i still hate you,” you’d immediately said, unsteady as you struggled to catch your breath. 

“i know,” he rested his forehead resting against yours, again with that damned smile of his, “but you kissed me back.”

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omg the last thing i’d expect is a breakup here😭😭 are ygs both okay…i feel like this could’ve been taken directly into dms or something yk😓😓

gosh hi doll i'm so sorry u had to see that .. i won't say much but mana and i basically hurt e/o's feelings that's really the best way i could describe it

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ㅤㅤ + 1 NEW MESSAGE: 'CAUSE YOU BEEN SO OUT OF TOUCH!ㅤㅤ

ㅤalternatively, ghosting BF ! ENHA as a prank

ㅤ% crack ( 07 ) profanity Slightly sexual in hoon's 𝖭𝘈𝖵𝗂

[ 陰 ♡ ] : who's making them do all this. like leave that to the headcanon writers juseyo or you'll have us outta business soon smh I FORGOT THE PICS NO ONE TALK TO ME

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new account chat drop by to say hello 😇😇 @yintual

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Dear Yin,

I’ve held this in for a while, but I need to say it—being with you left me with a lot of heartbreak.

It often felt like I was the only one trying, like I was constantly pouring energy and care into something that wasn’t being met halfway. I kept showing up, trying to make things work, holding onto hope that maybe you’d match that effort. But it became clearer with time that I was carrying more of the weight, emotionally and otherwise.

That imbalance slowly chipped away at me. It made me question my worth, wonder what more I could’ve done, when the truth is—I did more than enough. I needed support and consistency, and too often, I was met with distance or silence.

I’m not saying this to hurt you. I just need you to understand how deeply it affected me. I was all in, and it felt like you weren’t. That’s a painful truth I’ve had to come to terms with.

I don’t know what you’ll take from this, but I hope at least you’ll reflect. I’m still healing, and I’m learning to put that same effort into myself now.

Take care, [Your Name] mana

oh ok stay safe gng

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dont mind me js setting camp here (hi)

hi ur very welcome u might have pay to stay tho..