My Mr. Fvckboy | h.js |

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Y/n's POV

I knocked on the door with the cringey sign.

"Hey loser, open up" I say.

"Don't you have hands" I hear his voice, muffled because of the door between us.

"Yeah, but we can't use them"

I hear a string of cuss words from the other side of the door as he comes over to open it.

"What do you mean you can't-" he cuts himself off as he sees us.

"Haha hello" I smile.

I pat jisungs shoulder to grab his attention, "Just set me on the bed"

As he's walking towards Minhos bed, the other starts speaking.

"Why are you .. ?" he stammers in confusion.

"I sprained my ankle on my way up the stairs" I say and look down, but quickly bring my head back up when I hear a snicker.

"Stop laughing at me!" I raise my voice.

When he doesn't stop, I decide to take matters into my own hands.

I grab the closest pillow and chuck it at him.

"Ah!- Ow!" He says while trying to dodge it, but failing.

"I didnt even throw it that hard, now let's start!" I clap my hands.

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About half way through I hear a groan.

"It's been two hours, can we take a break?" I hear Minho.

"Can we just call it a day? I mean we're already halfway done and we still have two weeks left" Jisung backs him up.

I think about it for a second while looking at both of the boys in front of me.

Then after thinking, I decide to be honest with myself,

I am so tired.

"Yknow what, yeah, we'll just call it a day" I stretch my arms.

I flop back onto the bed, getting comfy.

"Hey, this is my bed, go to yours" Minho nudges my leg.

"How can you be so mean to me?"

"I'm mean especially to you, get up, I wanna go to sleep" He says annoyed.

"Okay, okay" I say getting up, as I'm about to step down, I remember.

How am I gonna get to my house?

I was about to say something, but it was like my mind was read.

"I can take you home" Jisung said picking up his bag.

"Eh? Really?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Yeah, I'm not that bad"

"Uhhuh.." I squint at him, "Whats the catch"

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"You must want something in return, correct?"

"I mean now that I think of it, I did win that game didn't I? Maybe we could take a stop at the store so you can give me your prize"
he smiles smugly.

"Game? What game?" Minho asks confused.

"I told him if he stopped talking on our way here, I'd buy him something"

"Well, let's go, shall we?" He brings his hand out.

"I would grab your hand, but I cant stand genius"