Seventeen Short Stories

Woozi

The room was dark, which meant it had to be night time. The two dorks were knocked the fuck out but the TV was still on. You turned it off, pulling the blanket over their grown asses before heading downstairs for some water.

The house was quiet aside from the snoring and your footsteps. It wasn't hard to find the kitchen thanks to the smell of ramen wafting over.

It was big, just like you expected. The tile floor was cool under your bare feet as you walked over to the stove. Strange enough, no one was around, so you turned it off and added the spices, egg and meat last like always.

Letting it sit for a little, you walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, leaning on the door to take a swig. Satisfied, you closed it.

"Hey."

You screamed at the voice but they were faster, slapping a hand over your mouth.

You blinked fast and hard to get a good look at the persons face.

Blonde hair, cat eyes, button nose, and thin lips. This person looked too familiar.

Oh shit. No way.

His eyes bulged, recognizing you too. "Omo! You're the girl from the airport today! What a coincidence!"

You slapped his hand off, backing up against the counter. "What are the fucking odds for you to be the son?"

He chuckled, leaning against the island. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Lee Jihoon by the way, but my friends call me Woozi."

You eyed his extended hand and nodded. "You left your ramen on."

Now he panicked, running over to the stove to find it already cooked and turned off.

He turned, smiling. "You did it for me?"

You rolled your eyes, making your way out the kitchen. "No. I did it for the sake of this house not going up in flames."

"Wait!" He pleaded.

You sighed, nailed to your spot. Not wanting to disrespect the owner of the house in case you got kicked out, so you turned to face him. "What?"

He scratched the back of his head, nervous. "I didn't really get to apologize earlier so I was wondering if . . . you wanted to uhhh eat with me? And maybe have a beer?"

Do it Y/N. Don't risk getting kicked out the house. You thought.

"Okay, fine. Just one beer. But we're heading upstairs where my sisters are sleeping in case you try anything funny." You warned, walking over to the fridge, pulling out two cans of beer.

He smiled, grabbing two bowls and pouring ramen in both.

He followed you upstairs, carefully putting the bowls down before handing you some chopsticks.

"Thanks." You mumbled.

He opened the beers, handing one over. You took it, downing it in less than fifteen seconds. The faster you finished it, the faster you could get this shit over with and get rid of the dude. He sat there, staring at you in fascination.

You wiped your mouth, self conscious. "What?"

He shook his head, smiling. "Nothing. You're just not what I expected."

You nodded, eating your noodles. He grabbed you another beer from a mini fridge in your room, and you downed that one too. And another one. And another.

"Whoa slow down there cowgirl. You might just throw up or some shit." He warned, worried.

You were a little tipsy but not so much where you didn't know what was going on. "Don't worry about me and eat your noodles. I'm fine."