《MyungJin Oneshots》Gel Pens
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Myungjun loved and stills loves gel pens. He writes everything using them. All his notes, song lyrics, essays, music sheets, just- everything.
Every birthday, christmas, any time all his friends would grant him the gift of giving him more and new gel pens. He had simple ones, neko ones, all sorts. Ranging from characters to themes. From the most intricit designs to the simplist. His favorite however;
The one he got from Jinwoo.
The one Jinwoo gave him when he graduated from college, the one he still uses now to jot down ideas, write song lyrics, everything.
But, now that he's lost it, everything was set into panic mode.
To him, it wanst just a gel pen, it was something- the only thing he got from Jinwoo.
He checked everywhere, under his tables, under desks, under his bed. Everywhere.
He quickly grabbed his phone and called Eunwoo, seeing if maybe he left it there last- he last went to his house-
"Hello?"
"Eunwoo!"
"Woah you okay?"
"N-no I cant find my pen! Yknow the one that Jinwoo gave me? Did I leave it at your house?!"
"Um I dont think so but I'll look and let you know!"
"Thanks!" With that, he hung up and sat down on his bed.
I'll call Jinwoo
He picked up his phone again, this time dialing Jinwoo's number.
"Myungj-"
"I-i lost the pen you gave me-! B-but dont worry Eunwoos looking at his house-"
"Woah woah calm down-"
"I-i-im sorry!"
"Hey it's okay, actually I think you left it here or I must have granbed the wrong pen before we all left Eunwoo's place. I'll bring it over yeah?"
Myungjun rubbed at his eyes, a smile forming on his lips;
"Thank you"
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Jinwoo knocked at the door, holding the pen in his free hand while the other held a pizza box and a bag of chicken and soda.
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The elder was quick to open the door, pulling him into a hug then letting go as he smiled, still rubbing at his eyes from before. Jinwoo handed him his pen;
"I also brought food and a movie, thought maybe I can stay and eat and chill for a bit?"
Truth was, he had somwthing to confess to the older.
Myungjun nodded, helping him over to his room and set up the movie he brought, sitting down on his bed after placing his found pen on his desk and opened the pizza box.
"T-thank you Jinwoo, I-I appreciate it"
He leaned his head on Jinwoo's shoulder;
"Y-yknow. . .I-i. . .I like you, alot"
Guess he didnt have to confess after all, all it took was some pizza, chicken, a movie and a gel pen.
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Lmao this was fun to write
I love gel pens oml
I have a collection and its great
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