out of left field • p.js | ✔

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"Shut the fuck up!" You retorted, flipping off the camera. "You're so fucking annoying, I swear to—"

He laid on the horn again, and you could hear complaints start up outside from other people yelling at him to shut the fuck up. Then, you swore you heard another voice in Chenle's car, quietly suggesting that he stop, but it was too indistinct for you to properly identify.

"Who was that?" You squinted at him suspiciously.

"I told you I was bringing a friend—"

"I know, I meant which one?"

"Get your slow ass down here and find out, or we're leaving you!" With that, he hung up.

You pocketed your phone with a quiet scream, then turned to your roommate. "Ugh! Can you believe we're related?"

"Yes," she answered immediately, not even looking at you.

Hauling your stuff downstairs by yourself, you were a little out of breath by the time you shoved the front door of your dorm open. Your duffel bag started slipping down your shoulder, and as you readjusted that, you weren't even looking out for the uneven slab of concrete that you knew stuck up in front of the entrance. Your toe caught on it, and you let out an unfortunate 'eep!' as you tripped forward. Your bag slid off your shoulder again, catching on your elbow and swinging around, the weight making you stumble a little more. You stayed upright, and you were thankful that only your brother and his friend saw all that. Yeah, Chenle was going to tease you for the entire three-hour car ride, and Mark or whoever was coming with would definitely get in on the ribbing, but you had plenty of dirt on them too. It was the natural order of things.

"Clumsy ass," Chenle yelled at you from the car, the driver's side window rolled down. You flipped him off on instinct. "Jisung, go help her before she hurts herself."

Jisung. That was a new one. Admittedly, you didn't know all of your brother's friends, you two ran in different circles at school. You were usually introduced them in passing if you happened to run into each other at events, or some you knew from before college, like Jeno and Jaemin, the twins who lived next door to you guys growing up, or Mark and Donghyuck, who you all went to high school with.

A car door opened and closed before a tall figure was walking around the front of the car to meet you on the sidewalk. You blinked in surprise as you recognized Chenle's friend that was approaching you, and not because of your brother. The cute boy from the library was standing in front of you, seemingly having a similar sense of déjà vu as he froze, hand already outstretched, reaching for your duffel bag.

"Hey again," you chuckled, putting your bag strap in his hand. "Did you get everything turned in on time?"

"Yeah, I did." Jisung unfroze and smiled at you, and you swore the sun seemed dim in comparison. "Thanks for the candy, by the way. Completely forgot to tell you that."

"It's okay, you were busy."

"I'm Jisung, by the way."

You nodded towards your brother's car. "I had guessed."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Right."

"I'm Y/N."

"I had guessed," he quipped back.

Chenle honked again, then yelled, "Come on!"

You rolled your eyes. "Pain in the ass."

Chenle popped the trunk for you from his seat, and Jisung put your duffel bag in among their things that were already packed, then he took your suitcase to put away as well. As you opened the passenger door, your brother immediately shook his head.