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The Rose to my Romeo
In which youâre just trying to write a paper but it seems like destiny has other plans.
Libraries were one of your favourite places, they were quiet and soft; usually youâd love to be at the library, but not today. Today, youâre at the library to work on a paper you swore youâd start five days ago. The blank page in front of you has been staring at you for over an hour already and youâre at the point of snapping your entire laptop in half (and probably the chair you were sitting on too). It wasnât like you didnât know what you needed to write, you knew everything already, but finding the words to start the paper was always something you struggled with. Youâd erased seven different introductory sentences because they just didnât feel right. Your group chats kept saying that every sentence you sent to them was already really good, but that wasnât exactly helpful. Slowly your mind begins to wander to less frustrating topics, but you quickly snap yourself back. You had suffered through three lectures today and it was already nearing six in the evening, all you wanted to do was get some words (that werenât complete shit) on the paper and leave. You bob your head to smooth beats and type out the fourth sentence you had written. It wasnât the greatest, but it was the best out of what you had come up with and you decide that you can always change it once the body of your paper had been completed. Somewhere along the line of bobbing and typing you start to slouch, pushing your laptop farther from you, you rest your head on the desk. A paragraph goes by like this before you drift off to sleep.
You blink twice and groan when you realize you fell asleep at the library. Itâs 8:28pm and you only have three hundred words on the page. You sigh, but ultimately decide to work for at least an hour more so that you donât feel like complete garbage for falling asleep. You go to start typing but feel a small tug on your pinky finger. Looking down, you see a red string tied around your finger and for a second you think youâre still sleeping. You look around and see a group of girls looking at you and the string while giggling. You figure youâre probably not dreaming, but then who the fuck thought it would be funny to tie you to a string that seemed to be going nowhere considering the twisty route it mapped out. You look around the rest of the library and see red string littered over whatâs more or less the entire third floor. You shake your head, youâre about to get back to work, but you hear the girls disappointedly whisper about you not following after the string  so you save what little progress youâve made and pack up all of your things (honestly the curiosity is killing you anyways). You wonder about just who in the heck did this and why. To be perfectly honest, you find this kind of fun, that is until you make your way over to the table of girls who were giggling earlier. You walk up to them without really paying attention to where youâre going so when a backpack and pair of sneakers enter the corner of your vision you look up at the three girls who are still giggling. Horrified, you follow the string with your eyes and confirm that the string runs under the table. Fuck that, you think, Iâm taking this shit off. You go to remove the string from your pinky, but the person who tied this must have been a boy scout (or just kinky tbh) bc damn you and your double knot. The girls have given up on trying to be discreet and just out right laugh when you canât get the string off. They all pick up their bags and move their chairs so you can crawl under their table. They wish you good luck after you get back up off the floor and you curse the person who did this to you in your head. Unfortunately for you (and fortunately for the girls) that wasnât the only table you had to crawl under, seven tables later you start to pray that whoever is at the end of this string has life insurance bc bitch what the fuc k im gonna kick your ass hoe. You end up circling one bookshelf over 12 times and youâre  t i r e d  but youâve already made such a fool of yourself that what else could go wrong.  The string is starting to get long so you take a break so that you can start winding it up around your arm (and totally not because youâre winded from walking around the library). Back into action, you follow the string all the way to a door. Iâm almost done, you think. Youâre about to kick down the door and storm in to find the bitch who did this to you, but before you can you look up and realize something utterly infuriating. THE. DOOR. SAYS. MENS. You hate them. You havenât even met them. But you hate them. A lot. wHO THE FUCK DOES THIS AND THEN HIDES IN THE MENS BATHROOM BITCH???? You get so heated, even if I have to stay here the entire night im not moving until this bITCH comes out of there! You take a seat at the table nearest the door and it only takes 2 minutes for you to realize that you look like a whole fool. In those 2 minutes, one person has entered the bathroom and many have passed by your table. They all give you the same what the fu k are you doing??? look. You canât really blame them though, you admittedly do look pretty crazy sitting down with a red string attaching you to something in the menâs lavatory. You sit there for another 40 seconds and itâs at that moment that you realize that the person who did this may not even be inside the bathroom! They may have just tied you to the sink (you really hope that itâs the sink) and left. Fuck this and them you think while you rummage through your bag for something to cut the damn string off your pinky. As youâre digging through however, you feel a tug on your pinky and whip around to see sHIT CUTE BOY HOLY SHIT HEâS CUTE (smh so much for killing him)!!!  You see that heâs also connected to the string by his own pinky.
âAre you the one who did all this?â You ask with narrow eyes.
Without answering your question, he looks between both of your pinky fingers and asks, âHave you ever heard of the red string of fate?â
That was so lame it was charming you think, but aloud you say, âNo, why donât you tell me about it?â
Without missing a beat he takes the seat in front of you and goes âLong story short: you and I are soulmates.â
Itâs been a pretty long time since youâve laughed that hard.
âI donât even know your name and youâre calling me your soulmate?â You continue to laugh at him as he gives you the stink eye (which may or may not make your heart flutter a little bit).
âWhatâs the thing Romeo said? If Juliet was named Rose heâd still like her? Names donât matter in the game of love.â He draws out the word love and accentuates it with a raised eyebrow.
You snort at him, âRomeo said that âa rose by any other name would smell as sweetâ. I canât believe you.â You start to laugh outright now, âWhy would Romeo say heâd still like Juliet if she was named Rose?â
âBecause heâs a romantic guy! Like me! They were soulmates and so are we!â the unknown boy is practically bouncing in glee right now.
You look at him , âUhm, hello, tHEY DIED?!â
âGood point. Who else can we be then?â he starts pondering the options in his head and over his shoulder you see the three girls walking towards the stairs. You hear them squeal and they give you thumbs up before turning and all but tumbling down the stairs. You turn red in response. The boy in front of you shouts out in triumph âI know who we can be!â
You wait for him to tell you, but it seems like heâs waiting for you to ask so you do, âWho can we be?â
âWell for starters, you could be my girlfriend.â He snickers at the flush on your face and is obnoxious enough to wink at you as well.
âIâd ask who you think you are, but I know youâd either say âyour boyfriend!â or âyour soulmateâ so Iâll just tell you this: if you werenât so damn cute youâd be pretty fucking creepy.â
âYou think Iâm cute?â He smirks at you.
âI mean if weâre gonna be soulmates then you better hope so, buddyâ
He grins at you and for a second your world kinda just falters and you catch yourself thinking woah wtf maybe we are soulmates. He gives you a soft look and before you know it he has your hand in his. âHere, Iâll take this off for you, my friends told me you were having a hard time.â
âYour friends?â You can feel your face heating up again, his hand is strong yet gentle and it makes you feel things.
âThose girls. They were giving me progress reports. I have a video if youâd like to watch!â Heâs struggling with the knot and for a second you worry that he really got both of you stuck and youâre going to have to cut off your pinky, but then you see him try and stifle a laugh and you realize that heâs faking so he can hold your hand.
âYou have a video?! Great, 15 minutes of me crawling under tables and looking like a complete idiot.â
âActually, itâs 13:57 butââ He looks up and smiles at you (holy shit) he unties your pinky completely and gets to work on his.
âI canât believe you.â
âCanât believe that I went through all this trouble to ask you out or that Iâm your boyfriend?â
âI still donât even know your nameâaND WHERE DID YOU GET ALL THIS STRING?!!â
He laughs softly, âIâm Woojin, and I may or may not have ran to the nearest dollar store after the idea popped into my head.â
Itâs your turn to laugh as you respond âYouâre more of an âact before you speakâ type of guy arenât ya? Iâm Ashley by the way, and please do not say youâll still like me even if I was named Rose.â
âYou see, now this is how I know weâre soulmates, I was actually going to say that.â You roll your eyes at him as he continues, âYour name is Ashley? I think thereâs a name that suits you better than Ashley.â
âI swear if you say RoseâŚâ
âNope.â
âYour girlfriend?â
âNo, but I like that too.â He smirks.
âYour soulmate?â
âGood guesses, but still wrong.â
âI give up, what is it?â
âBabe.â
âI hate you.â You get up to leave (honestly itâs to hide the flush) but Woojin grabs you by the arm first.
âNo you donât! Weâre soulmates, Ashley!â He turns the two of you around and you feel the table behind you. âTell me how you really feel, Ash.â He places both hands on the table behind you and leans on them. You look around because tHIS IS A PUBLIC SPACE PLEASE BACK UP!!! But you realize that there arenât many people at the library at 9:30 on a friday night.
âFine!â You take a breath and look him in the face âYouâre stupidâ He looks appalled and you laugh more from the mix of nerves and the face heâs making, âbut I like you.â
âThat was terribly cute, would it be okay if I kissed you, like, Â right now?â He, quite frankly, looks enchanted.
You guffaw at him, but nod anyways. You wrap your arms around his neck and when he leans down and your lips meet you can almost taste the fate.
Part 1/? of the (Fake)Soulmates!auÂ
#series: soulmates#woojin#park woojin#woojin imagines#park woojin imagine#wanna one#wanna one imagine#produce 101#mine#dont mind the mistakes#why is woojin quoting shakespeare the funniest thing#he has no pickup lines so thats all he's got#im sorry this is trash#this is my least favourite out of this series#wanna one scenarios
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