My Mr. Fvckboy | h.js |

3.2

Y/n's POV

After a long day at the mall, the boys got nothing, and I think I got too much.

When me and Minho get back, we go to my house and I do a fashion show.

"A quick haul, if I may"

"I was with you the entire day. I know everything you got"

"BUT YOU DONT KNOW HOW IT LOOKS ON ME OKAY" I yell before closing the bathroom door shut.

After this "excruciating long", as Minho describes it, I finished the fashion show and let him go home to nap.

I change into comfy clothes before deciding, I wanted ice cream.

As I was walking I thought to myself.

I need to stop spending so much money. Bankrupt or what not.

As I'm walking I see a little someone.

Hes gotta be planning this, there's no way.

I turn around and think about just leaving but his shirt.

I dont wanna give to him at school. .

I turn back around and run towards him.

I'll just get this over with.

I yell his name so he stops walking.

He looks around to see who called him before he saw me.

I stopped infront of him.

Hands on my knees, and panting.

I'm so unathletic oh my god.

"W- Wait here" I manage to breath out.

Great now I have to run again.

I start turning around.

"Wait why-"

"JUST FUCKING WAIT" I yell before running off again.

This is the most exercise I've gotten in a while.

Once I get home I stumble through the door and dash up to my room.

Where is it?

I frantically search for the shirt, throwing blankets and clothes.

"Ah-ha!" I exclaim holding it up.

I run back down and half way through im so tired.

I tiredly jog.

Where is he?

I stand where he last was and look around.

Didn't I tell him to wait?

I crouch down to catch my breath, staring at the sidewalk for a couple of minutes

Holy shit.. maybe I should just lay down on the sidewalk.

Suddenly I hear my name being called.

Jisung jogging towards me.

"Where the hell did you go?" I throw his shirt at him.

"This is why you made me wait? You did all that running for this?" He laughs.

"well i didn't want to give it to you at school"

"Why not?" he says grabbing his shirt from my hands.

"People would think differently, I don't want rumors to spread"

"Ahh" he nods. "Well thanks for it back"

"Did you wash it?" he then asked.

"No, why?"

Was i supposed to?

"It smells cleaner" he sniffed the shirt.

"Well considering its been in my room, rather than yours, I'm not surprised"

"Hey, my rooms clean" he defends.

"I doubt it" I scoff.

"Really?" He takes a step closer, "Wanna see?"

I stop myself from looking flustered in any way.

This isn't the time.

"Hm, not really" I reply, "You probably have mold in there, and I don't want to get sick"

"Now if you'll excuse me" I step to the side and go around him.

I can sense him following and turn my head.

"What?" I ask, still walking.

"Dont forget that you saw me, already walking here, so you can't say I'm following you" He walks next to me with his hands in his pockets.

Damn it hes right.

We keep walking and its silent the entire time.

"Wanna recreate that one night?" he asked out of the blue.

I stopped walking with my mouth slightly open.

I know this man did not just-

"I- no, what? why would I?" I cross my arms.

"Well you seemed to like it" he smirked.

I look at him surprised, but it quickly turned into an angry face.

"Well I was imagining you were someone else, so no wonder it seemed like that"

I continue walking.

"Who was it?"

"None of your business, why should you know?" I speed up to get away from conversation.

Y/n you weren't imagining ANYONE and we all know it.

"Just curious, no need to get defensive"

"I'm not getting defensive!" I roll my eyes.

"Yeah you are" he pokes my shoulder.

"Stop it" I lean away from him.

"Stop getting defensive"

"I dont get defensive"

"Yeah you do"

"No I dont!" I say angrily.

"Youre getting defensive right now" he points at me.

"No I'm not" I smack his hand away.

"You should practice your anger management skills" he puts his hands in his pockets again.

"You should shut up"

"See"

"I- Oh my god.. please" I close my eyes. "Please stop talking"

I feel like I'm talking to a toddler.