[team two] Untitled Hyunlix
This is the first thing I've written in ages, and it also accidentally ended up being a very mundane beginning to an AU I had in my head, but we've gotta start somewhere lol
Sunlight glanced off the window sill, catching Hyunjin’s eye, and he looked up from the sketchbook in his lap. He usually prided himself on his focus, but it had been raining for a full week, and the end was nowhere in sight. The rain continued to tap at the glass, though, and his eyes searched the dark clouds outside in confusion before he sighed and returned to his drawing. Wishful thinking could trick the mind into seeing anything, after all. Especially when in the middle of nowhere. Hyunjin quietly cursed himself for choosing the worst week to book a vacation. At least he was alone.
As if aware of Hyunjin’s thoughts, his phone lit up with Jisung’s name.
Hyunjin sighed again, this time closing his eyes briefly. Here we go, he thought before accepting the call.
“Yes?”
“YES. Thank you, dude. Jeongin, hand over that fat stack.”
“I’m going to hang up,” Hyunjin said, already pulling the phone from his ear.
“WAIT okay, sorry we do have a real question,” Jisung said.
Hyunjin groaned. “You know I’m on vacation, right?”
“Which is why you shouldn’t have answered!” yelled Jeongin in the distance.
“Hyunjinnie always answers when I call,” Jisung said brightly. “Anyway, we just need to know if you got Chan’s selects? They’re not on the shared drive yet, and Minho’s grumpy today so he’s a last last resort.”
Hyunjin watched a particularly slow raindrop crawl down his window. “How much was in that fat stack you just got from Jeongin?
“... ten dollars,” Jisung said casually.
“Ten dollars is a fat stack?” Hyunjin asked, amusement coloring his voice.
“It was twenty,” Jeongin called.
“Okay twenty!” Jisung admitted. Hyunjin could hear his pout through the phone. “They’re all in ones though. We were trying to get Jeongin to tell us why he got all these ones, but now they’re mine.”
“Great,” Hyunjin said. “Venmo me fifteen and I’ll forward you the files. Convenience fee for avoiding Minho in a mood.”
“You’re the worst,” Jisung groaned.
Before Hyunjin could respond, there was a click and the call ended. He grinned when he saw the Venmo notification pop up.
Next up is rlozzies!
Sunlight glanced off the window sill, catching Hyunjin’s eye, and he looked up from the sketchbook in his lap. He usually prided himself on his focus, but it had been raining for a full week, and the end was nowhere in sight. The rain continued to tap at the glass, though, and his eyes searched the dark clouds outside in confusion before he sighed and returned to his drawing. Wishful thinking could trick the mind into seeing anything, after all. Especially when in the middle of nowhere. Hyunjin quietly cursed himself for choosing the worst week to book a vacation. At least he was alone.
As if aware of Hyunjin’s thoughts, his phone lit up with Jisung’s name.
Hyunjin sighed again, this time closing his eyes briefly. Here we go, he thought before accepting the call.
“Yes?”
“YES. Thank you, dude. Jeongin, hand over that fat stack.”
“I’m going to hang up,” Hyunjin said, already pulling the phone from his ear.
“WAIT okay, sorry we do have a real question,” Jisung said.
Hyunjin groaned. “You know I’m on vacation, right?”
“Which is why you shouldn’t have answered!” yelled Jeongin in the distance.
“Hyunjinnie always answers when I call,” Jisung said brightly. “Anyway, we just need to know if you got Chan’s selects? They’re not on the shared drive yet, and Minho’s grumpy today so he’s a last last resort.”
Hyunjin watched a particularly slow raindrop crawl down his window. “How much was in that fat stack you just got from Jeongin?
“... ten dollars,” Jisung said casually.
“Ten dollars is a fat stack?” Hyunjin asked, amusement coloring his voice.
“It was twenty,” Jeongin called.
“Okay twenty!” Jisung admitted. Hyunjin could hear his pout through the phone. “They’re all in ones though. We were trying to get Jeongin to tell us why he got all these ones, but now they’re mine.”
“Great,” Hyunjin said. “Venmo me fifteen and I’ll forward you the files. Convenience fee for avoiding Minho in a mood.”
“You’re the worst,” Jisung groaned.
Before Hyunjin could respond, there was a click and the call ended. He grinned when he saw the Venmo notification pop up.
Next up is rlozzies!