starstruck

“Hey. What do you have to worry about? I mean, if they totally, like, just outright hate you, or something...” Jinu trails off, slowly looking away from her, blinking a few times. “Yeah, that would kind of suck, wouldn’t it? Huh.”

“Jinu!” Rumi snaps, waving her hands around wildly, curling her fingers against her palms as she imagines herself strangling him. “You—you’re not helping. At all. You know what?” Rumi breathes out. “It’s fine. It’s totally fine. Maybe they’ll cancel! Hopefully they cancel, and I can just...pretend none of this ever happened, and it’ll be totally fine.”

“Totally fine,” Jinu hesitantly agrees. “They won’t hate you. If you haven’t scared them off by now, well,” Jinu snorts, and Rumi slowly turns to stare at him, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly. “Clearly they like you, is what I’m trying to say. For one reason or another.”

Rumi crinkles her nose, spinning back around on her heels. “There are multiple reasons. I’m funny, I’m charming, I’m—I’m a great listener, I’m always on time, did I mention funny?”

“You mentioned funny,” Jinu agrees, slowly.(or, polytrix's first date, ft. jinu, the world's worst wingman ever)