chapter seventy-five

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"I'm a genius. I'm a literal genius."

"Yeah, I know," Minho hummed as he typed out a text.

"No, I mean it. That's why nobody believed me. They just don't get the picture. They aren't smart enough."

Minho chuckled dismissively, "Okay, Han."

"You're not even listening to me," I groaned.

"I'm listening to you. I just don't know why I'm listening. I don't even know what you're on about right now."

"I had a talk with Pasta. I came at his neck first and then pretended to forgive him. He thinks we're still best friends. I'm just glad our other friends don't think I'm the devil anymore."

"If they didn't believe you, why would you want to be friends with them still?" Minho asked, continuing to scroll on his phone. "Especially Felix."

"He has them all under his spell. I'm living in an alternate reality right now and until I figure out how to break the curse, I'm never gonna get out of it."

Minho sighed, "Can you stop pacing and cuddle with me?"

I walked over to the bed and fell down onto it straight-legged, kicking my feet in the air dramatically after with my face in the blanket. I sighed as I crawled over to him and plopped down next to him, nuzzling my head into the crook of his chest and wrapping an arm and a leg around him. I took in his warmth and mumbled, "I'm not crazy."

Minho put his phone down and wrapped his arms around me, "Of course you're not, baby."

"You're the only person who understands me and I feel like I can't even talk to you about this."

"Of course you can talk to me about it," Minho said, hugging me tighter for a moment. "You can talk to me about anything."

"I just feel like you're hiding something from me and I don't want to feel like that. I feel like I'm stuck in an alternate universe and even you're a part of it."

"What the fuck?" Minho laughed.

"Tell me something only you'd know," I said to him, sitting up a bit to look into his eyes.

"You have a heart-shaped birthmark under your left arm," Minho chuckled. "Does that help?"

I put my head back down and squeezed him tightly, "Oh, thank god."

"I'm glad we decided to take off work today, I needed cuddle time," Minho sighed.

"I'm sorry for being so antsy."

Minho ran a hand through my unkempt hair, "It's okay, baby."

Hearing the sound of my phone ring, I ignored it and looked up at him, "You promise?"

"Of course I promise. Are you gonna answer that?" Minho asked me.

"I wanna cuddle with you," I whined.

"You can cuddle with me while answering the phone," Minho chuckled.

"I can tell the difference between the sound. It's a FaceTime."

"Oh, shit," Minho mumbled.

I sighed and grabbed my phone from between the pillows, cringing at the sight of the caller ID, "Ew."

"Who is it?"

"Grayson. I only gave him my number in case of emergency."

"Gross," Minho chuckled. "Answer it."

I answered the call and leveled it with my face that was still rested on Minho's chest, "This better be an emergency."

"What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't you at work?"

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