finders keepers ? k.jw | ?

The next day, after another injection from Johnny on the vet's way into work, you took Jungwoo to Yuta's garage. There was no way you would be of any serious help when it came to furnishing him with parts for his ship, nor did you really want him just walking into your local hardware store asking for alien spaceship parts. Today seemed to be a slow day, as only one of Yuta's coworkers was there, firmly wedged under a car on the other side of the garage, loudly playing music from a speaker, so you weren't worried about him eavesdropping on your conversation so long as you kept your voices low. Jungwoo and Yuta had a slightly rocky start, obviously using different terminology, but eventually got on the same page, leaving you in the dust as they started going over various specifications and parts. You zoned out, taking over Yuta's chair and kicking up your feet on his workbench as you let their words go in one ear and out the other.

"Hey," Yuta's hand came down on your head, catching your attention again.

You craned your neck back to look up at him. "Yeah?"

"I've given him everything I had in stock, there's a few things you guys will have to pick up at a shop," he explained, and you turned around to see Jungwoo loaded up with a duffel bag that he hadn't walked in with. "I wrote everything out so you know how to ask for it in human."

"Thanks, Yuta." You stood up and got out your wallet. "How much do I owe you for the parts?"

"Don't worry about it."

"What? But—"

"Hey, we all want to help him get home." He held his hands up, backing away from your money. "Just doing my part."

You narrowed your eyes at him knowingly. "Uh-huh... very charitable... What's the catch?"

"Well, I'm going on this date tomorrow, and—"

"Pass."

"You didn't even hear me out!"

"I'm assuming the girl wants to bring a friend, you're trying to turn it into a double date," you snorted. "The last time I went on a double date with you—"

"No, not you," Yuta waved you off. "Jungwoo!"

"Excuse me?"

Your friend had already sidled up to the alien, throwing an arm around his shoulders. "What do you think? Date with an Earth girl? You're only going to be here for so long..."

You rubbed your face in exasperation. "Yuta, you do remember that we don't want people to find out that we have an alien here, right?"

"We can say he's from out of town."

"What is wrong with you?" You stared at him incredulously. "Just bring Johnny, or Jae, or any of your other ten million single human loser friends."

"You're not Jungwoo's mom," Yuta snorted.

"Well, no—"

"There we go, Jungwoo, do you want to go?" Yuta focused his question on Jungwoo instead.

Jungwoo's eyes shifted nervously between you and Yuta. "Uhm, well..."

"Okay, I hate to be crude here, but keeping in mind how your successful dates usually look, Yuta," you cut in again pointedly, "We can't risk exposing what Jungwoo is. Doesn't matter if we say he's from out of town."

Yuta raised an eyebrow at you. "Wow, Y/N, didn't think you'd bring up the alien dick angle first."

You groaned as your face burned. "You're the worst. Why'd you have to say it?"

"Pretty sure you said it—"

"Will you drop it?!"

"I don't want to go!" Jungwoo interjected loudly, stopping yours and Yuta's bickering. "I don't want to go. Uhm, thank you for the invitation, Yuta, really. But I'd rather not..."

Yuta shrugged. "Alright. I'm pretty sure Doyoung's free."

Your skin was still on fire as you left Yuta's garage. He didn't end up making you pay, despite neither of you fulfilling his need for a double-date partner. You were pretty sure the embarrassment of that conversation was payment enough in his mind. As you and Jungwoo headed for the nearest hardware store, you swallowed down some of your discomfort, unable to imagine how Jungwoo was feeling in that moment.

"I'm sorry about him, Jungwoo," you sighed. "He shouldn't have dragged you into all that."

He looked down at you curiously. "Do you frequently feel the need to apologize for others' behavior?"

You blinked at him, caught off-guard. "Uhm... What?"

"You apologized for Donghyuck and Mark being excited and a bit overzealous—in your opinion—when they met me. Now you're apologizing for Yuta asking for a favor that was inappropriate—again, in your opinion. Do you do that a lot? Feel responsible for what your friends do or say to other people?"

"Well... I mean, no," you stared down at the shopping list in your hand hard as you thought. "I guess... I'm embarrassed that they're not behaving better around you."

"You're embarrassed of your friends?"

"No, I like them. I like my friends, or I wouldn't be their friend." You bit the inside of your cheek. "I mean... they're not treating you like someone they just met. They're treating you like they've known you for as long as they've known the rest of us. You're supposed to ease into that stuff so you don't scare people off."

"That makes me happy," Jungwoo declared, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at you.

"What? Why?"

"Both that your friends would want to be familiar with me and not treat me like an outsider, and that you're afraid of their behavior making me uncomfortable," he explained. "You don't want me to leave. Of course that makes me happy."

You felt your eyes widen as you looked up at him. "Well, I mean, I do want you to leave, eventually. Obviously, I want you to go home. But I mean, yeah, I want your time here to be nice, you know? I don't want you to be back home on Galaria thinking about your time on Earth being bad."

A strange look flickered across the spaceman's face then, you could've almost sworn it was pained, before the same serene smile came back. "I think I'll remember my time on Earth very fondly. Really."

You looped your arm with his, trying to shake the memory of the odd look on his face from your mind, playfully bumping your shoulder into him. "Well then let's get you off Earth so you can start looking back on it, hm?"