Enhypen Imagines

Jeans | Y.Jw

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Walking down the road the music immediately hit my ears as my head snapped up and I recognized the open window, from where the music was playing. There was no doubt, it was the soundtrack from the new movie Elvis just had made, Jailhouse Rock. Supposedly the biggest event of 1957... at least if you ask the youth.

I smiled slightly up at the window, enjoying the sound of good music swinging out of a record player up in the room that I knew belonged to someone my own age. There was nothing as nice as the sound of a record player playing the newest music out.

"Oi!" a face immediately appeared in the window of the room and I realized I had stopped for a bit on the sidewalk to listen to the music, "long time no see!"

Within a few moments the happy face had crawled out of his window and jogged his way over in front of him. He wore his usual black jeans, which was looked down upon so much from the older generation, his usual black and white striped shirt and his leather jacket upon. He was indeed every old veterans nightmare... or his appearance was.

"I thought you were supposed to work on your Uncle's farm during this harvest," I calmly spoke and he happily grinned before shaking his head.

"Old uncle Yang does good advantage of finally having children old enough to work," Jungwon proudly stated to me and I smiled slightly, "and I see your parents still force you to wear those horrid skirts," he commented and tugged on the fabric of my calf long skirt, "nice color though."

"I convinced mother to let me use my savings on a blue one. I excused it with my cousin being in the marine," I shrugged and softly flattened down the skirt.

"A shame you don't wear jeans... I know you'd look good in them," he commented with a sly smile.

"Well, you just haven't seen me on the right time of day," I teased as I leaned my face closer to his in a teasing manner.

"Oh, have I not?" he let out a small laugh and pulled me closer by placing his hands on my waist, "how about that first meet, hm?" he questioned and quirked his eyebrows.

Immediately I was taken back to that summer night just a few months ago, some of my friends had sneaked me out to go to one of the music places for the youth in town. They had spoken of this lead guitarist in a band that played there, saying he was just the ideal boy. Who would've thought he had caught my eye and I had caught his?

"I still stand by the idea that if I knew it was you everyone was so crazy about I wouldn't have agreed to you courting me," I proudly assured and he just arched a brow at me.

"You did look good in those black pants of yours," he hummed, "even though they just went straight down instead of showing any sort of shape."

"Just say you're interested in my body," I commented with a small laugh and he immediately shook his head before slinging his arm around my shoulder and beginning to walk me along.

"Why would I be willing to have your parents hate me if I just was in this for your body?" he questioned with a small laugh.

"I'm kidding," I simply rolled my eyes and shrugged his arm off my shoulders.

"What?" he questioned in confusion as he stopped in his tracks and looked at me with an offended look, "I'm walking you home."

"You know you can't," I reminded him, "my parents hate you."

"Even the more reason for me to do it!" he exclaimed and pulled off hsi leather jacket and draped it around my shoulders, quickly fishing out something from the pockets, "I can't let a damsel such as yourself go and freeze in these cold October winds, it would be brutal of me, and you know what a sweetheart I am. Will you light me?"