Unexpected Encounters (1/?)
Unexpected Encounters (1/?): The Dumbest Plan Ever
Pairing(s): kaisoo, side!hunhan
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama, Fiction
Summary: Found hanging onto the windowsill by his fingertips with the intention of robbing the place, Jongin isn’t sure how to explain the situation he’s in and he doesn’t fancy the idea of going to jail, and the guy who found him is kind of cute so Jongin blurts the first thing that pops in this head. “…You wanna make out?”
Kim Jongin had done a lot of stupid shit in his fairly short lifespan, like running down his street in his best friend’s girlfriend’s thong (don’t ask), and giving an elderly woman a bath (don’t ask), or that one time when he became a stripper for a night and he’d somehow ended up running from the cops ( don’t ask).
But to him, dangling very high up from the ground clinging onto a windowsill for dear life in the middle of the night, has got to the icing on the cake.
This wasn’t even his idea. Seriously he shouldn’t even be held accountable, he tries to reason with himself, but he’s the one doing it so he really shouldn’t be the one complaining.
It was his decision to follow through with it. However in this moment, aside from trying not to die, blame shifting is the only thing he’d capable of doing. This was all that ass wipe’s fault. He was going to kill Sehun. It was his idea in the first place to break into someone’s apartment, steal some valuables and then sell them so Jongin could pay off his growing debt in student loans-what was the point in paying for an education if it was only going to kill him (possibly quite literally)?
But no, the asshole decided last minute to back out of the plan to go see a movie with his girlfriend. Some best friend he was. However despite his missing sidekick, Jongin had decided to continue with the plan and commit his first criminal act at some nice apartment complex where he figured only rich people resided.
And to add to this grand master scheme, Jongin hadn’t even broken into the poor bastard’s apartment yet.
Shit, why was it so cold in May?
He doesn’t even know if the place is empty.
He briefly wonders how badly it would hurt if he fell and hit the concrete.
Arms trembling from the cold and hanging on for so long, he huffs and tries to find an escape route because he’s not certain how much longer he can hang on for.
And now that much longer he realizes when his right hand slips.
“AAH! Shit!” he shrieks loudly and throws his arm back up, pushing his feet against the flat surface of the building and struggling to open the window, but from his weak hand he can’t tell if the window is locked or not because it’s just not budging.
I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die. I’m not gonna have the chance to get my degree or get my revenge on Sehun or break my belching record-
“What the hell are you doing?!”
Jongin felt the window suddenly open and he nearly lost his grip on it. His eyes shot open as he whipped his head up, coming face to face with wide-eyed, angry looking man staring down at him in disbelief.
It probably wasn’t the best timing for personal thoughts, but damn he looked attractive.
“Uh, h-hi,” Jongin lamely managed to croak.
“Again, what the hell.”
Jongin didn’t know what to say and he couldn’t easily tell him he was trying to break into his apartment. He couldn’t imagine how that would go with little amusement.
“Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?” Jongin blurted out with a cheesy smile.
The nameless owner of the apartment looked back at him unamused and went to close the window once more.
“Wait! Wait!” Jongin yelled pleadingly, pushing his hand against the window to stop him.
“Okay, I’m sorry, but please let me up or else I’m going to die-”
“That would be a service to the planet.”
“-just please, be a good person and help someone in need!”
A few moments passed with the nameless man pondered what to do while Jongin began whimpering as he felt his sweaty hands slipping again.
Wordlessly, the nameless man grabbed onto Jongin’s arms and pulled him up while Jongin tried climbing up with his feet. They struggled to get Jongin over the sill, but finally managed to with a strong pull and the two collapsed onto the bedroom floor, Jongin falling on top of the other man.
“Uh…t-thank you,” Jongin stammered, staring down and looking into the man’s eyes, and damn that was a very pretty shade of brown and he had thick eyebrows, but they looked nice on him.
“Get off of me before I stab you.”
“R-Right, I’m sorry!”
Jongin clambered up to his feet and held out a hand to the man on the floor, but the man slapped his hand away and got up to his feet on his own. Glowering at Jongin with a silent fury that made Jongin start to feel very uncomfortable, he straightened his form and damn, he was very intimidating.
And kind of cute.
Okay, really cute.
Getting a better look at him, this man was shorter than Jongin by a few inches and had very messy brown hair, but he was probably sleeping just moments beforehand. His wasn’t as slim as Jongin, but he wasn’t thick either. And his cheeks, fuck, they looked round and squishy and Jongin had the urge to reach down and pinch those-
“You have twenty seconds to explain why you were hanging onto my windowsill in the middle of the night or I’m phoning the police.”
Shit, this was seriously not going as planned. If he had bothered to plan it in the first place.
“Uh,” Jongin stammers, anxiously scratching that back of his neck, “I was just…There was a reason…um…”
“That reason is…?”
He could be truthful and politely say he was there to collect some valuable things, but judging by the plain room that wasn’t very likely. Shoot, how would he even word that politely?
The intimidating guy cleared his throat, waiting for an answer and Jongin blurted the first thing that came to mind.
“...You wanna make out?”
The nameless man’s twitched.
Jongin gulped.
“You still have five seconds to get out of here before I call the police.”
Jongin bolted from the room and into what seemed to be the living room, and a much cluttered one he quickly found out when he tripped over a stack of books, knocking into a shelf and sending a vase flying to the floor. The sound made Jongin’s heart fall into his stomach as he watched in horror, the vase crashing against the hardwood floor, breaking into pieces and spreading what looked like sand or ashes across the-oh shit, that was an urn.
Oh shit.
The nameless man ran into the room upon hearing the crash and gaped at the mess on the floor, dumbstruck and at a loss for words. Jongin sat crouched on the floor, not daring to move until the man flashed his eyes intensely. Jongin desperately struggled to hold his urine.
With a low tone laced with utter fury, the man growled, “Get. Out.”
Jongin did not need to be told twice and in a matter of seconds, the front door slammed shut and he was running down the street like his life depended on it and to honest, it sort of did because that guy was scary as fuck. He really hoped the guy decided against calling the cops on his ass.
Cute, but scary.
He was so going to kill Sehun for this.
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