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(flash back)

Jisung's POV

After Y/n goes to the bathroom to change Minho asks me a question.

"Do you like Y/n?" he asks while writing.

"I- what kind of question is that?" I look at him baffled.

"I just wanted to know, why are you so defensive?" He looks up at me and smirks. "Do you like Y/n?"

I never really thought about it.. I've always seen her as a person I just tease often to get a reaction.

But shes also someone I always find myself helping.

At the convenience store, when she sprained her ankle, and now.

Though she can be EXTREMELY annoying, and it doesn't seem like she adores me so much.

"It would be sort of a shame if you did, I mean, she has no interest" Minho says.

Well that kind of hurt.

"At least she won't want to show it." my ears perk up to that.

"It's just, she see's you talking with a new girl everyday, so of course she wouldn't want to show interest.

She only avoids you because she's scared of you, she may not admit it, but I can read her like a book. No matter what, she's going to try and not catch feelings,

because she doesn't want to become just another girl"
He crosses his arms.

"So.. if you liked her, she would probably reject you, because she would think you would throw her away after a week."

I dont know what to say.

Its hard to even process all that I'm hearing.

What do I do with all this information..

"So if you do like her.."

I look at Minho as he pauses,

"Just don't hurt her, it won't do good for her, and definitely not me. I don't want to have to see her sad over a guy.

And don't tell her I said anything. I cant have her knowing that I care about her or anything"

I mean I'm not dating all those girls..

They flirt with me its not my fault I'm handsome.

Do I really throw them out? Now that I think of it, I hardly talk to the same girl twice. Maybe I do give them false hope.

Just as he stops speaking we hear the door open, as Y/n walks out.

The shirt fits her very baggy, but she tried tucking it in to make it look less big.

Its strange, seeing her in my shirt. I would've never imagined a day where she would be wearing my shirt.

Since the beginning of highschool I've ways teased her and made fun.

And now she's standing in my house wearing my clothes.

I notice I was staring on accident while thinking when she made eye contact.

She quickly looks away and speaks out, "Lets finish this, we're almost done"

(after they went to his house/ normal time)

Y/n's POV

When we arrive to our houses we separate.

The sun is just starting to set.

I quickly go to my room and flop on my bed.

I hold the fabric of the shirt.

Should i-

I hold the shoulder sleeve and hesitantly ...

take a smell 👁👁

What the fuck Y/n why did you ...

why did you smell his shirt, you lost it haven't you. You need help, I should tell mom maybe she can get me a therapist.

I feel like I'm deteriorating.

I stand up and look in my full body length mirror.

As I look at the shirt, I bite my lip,

Damn my lips chapped as hell.

Without realizing it, my lips almost turn up into a smile.

It didn't smell that bad..

I slapped my face.

"Y/n, think correctly!" I point to myself in the mirror, and look at the harsh red mark on my face.

"I really am losing it, aren't i?" I gulp.

My phone starts ringing which startles me.

"Whats up" I say walking over to my window.

"I was bored" Minho states standing at his window stiffly.

"Too bad!" I say into my phone before laughing.

"You're still wearing his shirt?" His blank face turns into a sly smile.

"I-" I furrow my eyebrows, "Well I didnt see a reason to be in such a rush to take it off." I defend myself quickly.

He continues laughing at me which pisses me off.

"ITS COMFORTABLE OKAY" I yell into my phone and hang up.

I flip him off before shutting my curtains quickly. Hoping he can see my anger by the way I closed them.

I lie on my bed while listening to music, after changing into shorts, for more comfortableness.

I quickly realize something.

How do I give him his shirt back? I can't do it at school, can I? No no, if people see they'll think something different.

They'll think I'm in cahoots with him.

I slap my hand on my forehead and massage my head

"I'll just figure it out later" I mutter quietly.

This shirt actually is very comfortable im not gonna lie.

I should do homework, shouldn't I.

[Two hours later]

I finish a good amount of work and lay down.

I'm still bored.

I call Minho.

"Wanna come over and make bracelets with me?"

-

Minho arrives with black sweatpants and a purple sweater.

"And you're still wearing the shirt" he says while sitting on the floor across from me.

"Feel the material, its soft" I say leaning over.

"No he probably has tics"

"What does it matter when you have lice"

"It was one time in 3rd grade. You base my entire personality off of it" He rolls his eyes while grabbing some string.

"I'm never gonna give it up, you're the reason I got lice too. Plus its the most exciting thing thats ever happened to you"

-

So I have this new story idea but idk who it should be.

Do you guys have anyone?

I'm not sure how the story will play out so im probably going to pre write most of it, unlike this story, rip.

So put down ideas of idols !! I want to start writing it so I can get it out asap !:)