PERFUME, xo kitty

I. FLOATING IN BETWEEN

note: bold is korean, regular is just english

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"HEY! NOAH, YOU PIECE OF SHIT, WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT MY SEVENTEEN FILE?"

"I left it on your production desk," The boy that looked far too similar to a plush toy called Pou came nervously running into his cousin's, Valor Choi, room, slightly petrified. A common reaction that majority of the cousins of the Choi family had whenever they pissed Valor off intentionally, with the intention of making amends on their minds as they committed the act that got her riled up in the first place. "I... I think... "

"You think?" Valor mimicked his stammer, which she internally punched herself in the face for; she was better than that. She bit back, controlling herself with a quick sigh. "Doobin-ah, you little punk," she said softly. "Please... please! Please tell me where on my prod desk, because... " Valor managed the brightest of smiles, and it came out incredibly sarcastic as she gestured towards the many drawers at the desk. "there's a lotttt... of drawers."

Noah Choi walked into her room, hands close together. He pulled open the drawer on the far left, exhaling in relief, "See? It's right here! Look, Jihoon-- WOOZI, Seventeen!" He had gained confidence, pronouncing each syllable in 'Seventeen'. 

Valor took the folder he was holding out to her, whacking him on the back of the head as he went to leave the room, "Ah, ah, hey! Stop it, I gave it back, what're you hitting me for?" Noah whirled around and exclaimed, ducking under her hand.

"My mom had my punching bag removed, I have a lot of pent-up anger," Valor offered a smile, taking a step back into her room to place the file on her other desk. "Aren't your parents supposed to pick you up to go back-to-school shopping?"

"Yeah, but they bailed again, so I'm gonna meet up with Minho at the airport later," Noah nodded, the pair walking down the hallway of the Choi's penthouse apartment. "He said and I quote, 'Your parents abandon you every time they make plans, I will be your sugar daddy this one time, buddy.'"

"Damn," Valor chuckled as they descended the spiral stairs, Noah holding onto the railing due to his past experiences on these stairs. "If he's paying, I'll give you a shopping list of things."

Valor knew Minho pretty well. He was the first person who she had introduced Noah to when he had first arrived in the country. Even though it had only been a semester, the British boy had gotten attached to the American-raised boy, something that Valor never expected from Minho.

"Your lists only have two things on them: rice cakes and those fish-shaped snacks-- I forgot the name," Noah put up two fingers before shrugging towards the end of his sentence, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Same," Valor nodded. "I've had so many of them, I'm sure my nutritionist despises me."

Noah chuckled as they finally settled on the huge love-seats in the living room that looked out onto majority of Seoul. They put on a movie after ordering food, "Hey, Valor-ah."

"Hm?" Valor turned to him.

"I know I'm not one to meddle, but Han Yuri has been asking me about you since the summer," Noah was laying on his stomach on the love seat, close to flipping the entire thing over. Valor didn't mention it, if it happened, it happened. "What happened? I thought you two were buddies."