My Mr. Fvckboy | h.js |

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Y/n's POV

Me and Minho are sitting on my rug, putting beads on string to form bracelets.

We do this often, its basically a hobby.

My mom knocks on the door, which I answer with a short "come in"

"Oh hello, minho, have you two eaten yet?" she asks.

"No" we say in unison.

"Well we ordered food, so come down to get some" She walks out, leaving the door open.

Me and Minho give eachother a quick glance before we both push past the door.

Going down the hallway he pushed me into the wall and ran past me.

So I crawl and grab his ankle causing him to trip.

We continue fighting our way down the stairs, tumbling.

We both hit the floor, but waste no time to grab a plate.

"Oh Y/n is that a new shirt?" My dad asks.

"No its her boyfriends"

I slam my hand on the table, "Hes not my boyfriend! I would never date him"

"Its a guys shirt?" My dad looks at me with wide eyes.

My mom walks in, not having heard what was going on.

"Boyfriend? That's a guys shirt you're wearing?"

"MY SHIRT GOT RUINED SO I HAD TO USE HIS OKAY" I stomp up the stairs with my food and close my door.

I hear a knock, and Minho walks in.

"Hey bestie" he says sitting on the floor.

"Dont 'hey bestie' me" I say with a mouth full of food.

"It was a joke" he laughed and started eating.

"Lame joke, didn't laugh" I turn around.

"I did"

"I wouldn't ever date him" I grumble, "Make sure I never date him, no matter what. He's probably a horrible boyfriend anyways. A dry texter too I bet"

"Mhm" Minho hums as he listens to me rant.

"Probably leaves you on delivered for 3 hours. Or even worse, on 'seen'"

"Yup"

"And never hangs out with you, only with 'the boys'"

"Probably"

"Not a single ounce of attention. Who would want that for a boyfriend? not me."

I notice my plate is empty, but right now I'm so mad I don't even wanna get another plate.

And I usually would, so that shows how serious I am.

I lay down and curl into a ball, hugging my knees.

"You seem sad" Minho states briefly before getting up. "I'll leave you to it then"

He walks out and leaves.

Always checking up on me, how nice.

But, its okay. The weekend is here. I should do something fun.

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Saturday

It's 6pm and I didn't do anything fun.

I spent my entire day thinking about what I should do.

I even got dressed.

And thats the most I did.

I thought it would be easy to pick something to do, which is why I didnt plan the night before.