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14 March, 2021
╚══════════════╝"How can you scare me like that?!" I said, placing hand on my chest as the boy got up from the ground.
"And how can you forget I was coming today?" He scowled rubbing his nose.
"I didn't forget you were coming, Minho." I spoke as he rolled his eyes.
"Whatever." He mouthed, wrapping his arms around me. "I missed you."
"I missed you more." I said, hugging him back.
"Uh... your hair stinks." He said as I kicked his leg. He groaned in pain.
"Yah!" He shouted.
"I'm gonna kill you one day." I scowled.
"Try me bitch." He said as I pulled him into a headlock.
"And there lies the late Lee Minho. He loved cats and 2PM. He even came on National Geographic for 8 seconds. Please pray for-- Ah! Ouch!" I was speaking when suddenly he twisted my hand behind my back.
"And how does it feel now?" He said as I tried to free my hand.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Aww look at poor Aera trying to free her hand." He said.
Ok then. Time to act.
"Ah. Minho. It's hurting me." I cried and within a second his grip on my hand loosened. He turned me around to face him, examining my hand.
"I'm so sorry.... Does it hurt a lo-- Ah!" He shouted in pain as I flicked his forehead.
"I win!" I shouted in victory.
"Yah! Yah! Yah! You cheater. Come here. Aera. Don't run." He said, chasing behind me.
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"This is salty." Minho said, his face turned into a sour expression as he chewed onto the food I made.
"Don't eat it then." I spoke, ready to snatch his bowl when he pulled it away.
"Who said I don't like salty things. I was born in Gimpo." He spoke, taking bite of the fish. "We ate salted fish everyday."
He coughed loudly as I handed him a cup of water.
"Are you ok? Don't force yourself to eat it if it's salty." I said genuinely.
"I'm fine. And it's good. I just got something in my throat." He replied as I nodded.
"How was the debut stage?" I questioned.
"Better than I expected. The boys already have 200 fans." He replied.
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