𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 ♧ SeungJin

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“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
Jane Austen : Northanger Abbey
1818

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I didn't want to talk. No way, not to Hyunjin, not here—in my home, in my bedroom, on my bed! I'm sure Mi-Young was getting tired of the way we weren't even making any effort to talk to one another, she seemed to be getting finicky once she had run out of things to look at around the room. She sat on the bed and swung her legs, occupied looking between me and her stupid, pretty, blond, brother.

Stupid.. pretty.. blond.. he was so pretty.. I wished that he would stop seeing me the way he did, even just to better my reputation and to know that he didn't absolutely hate my guts. I dislike the fact that I like him so much, the way he looks that is. He makes me nervous and for some reason I kind of just wish that maybe we could start getting along. Stupid wish though.

Its not like I have a crush on him though! No, not quite that. It's more like I think he's really pretty and handsome and perfect looking and because of that he makes me nervous, the way attracts people make the average looking person nervous. If my friends found out I thought he was cute they would bully me so bad... God, I need new friends or whatever.

"Are you blushing?" She suddenly said. At first I wasn't sure who she was looking at, but then I realized she was referring to me. Had I started blushing while I thought of Hyunjin? I hadn't even realized, but now the both of them are staring at me.

I shrugged, trying to play it off as if I didn't care, "I have a naturally pink complexion I guess." I refused to make eye contact with either of them. Oh God.

I heard Hyunjin lightly scoff but ignored it. I barely caught what he said next because he said it so quietly, "Maybe my friends are onto something." He mumbled.

I kinked my eyebrows together, looking over at his stupid pretty face. I still felt an embarrassed blush sitting on my skin, tingling gently but decided to leave it be. "What? What are you're friends onto?"

Hyunjin shook his head silently, half smirking half dismissing the question. I could tell he wasn't about to answer it, but lucky for me his sister has a big mouth. "His friends say you like him. Like, like-like him. Hyunjin says 'never in a million years'," she mocked her brothers deep voice, "but you seem like you like him."

My mouth fell slightly agape and I barely processed how Hyunjin started to scold her for speaking on an issue that doesn't even involve her. I scoffed loudly, though I was dying on the inside, "He's right. Never in a million years would I ever like him—at all." I tried to laugh and play it cool but it got stuck in my throat. Would my parents be mad if I kicked them out, "You know, I like you Mi-Young. You don't try to hide behind excuses. You tell the truth."

She looked away from her furious older brother, who was still lecturing her by the way, "Thank you. I like you too. I wouldn't be mad if you and Jinnie started dating."

I shook my head at this though and Hyunjin gave a solid 'No!'. She seemed to stop talking after that for a moment. She was looking at me with this look in her eye, and I knew she was a smart ass, in a good way though. The type of 11 year old you would want to make friends with—not just to get closer with her older brother... though that would be a perk to be honest. "Hyunjin has parties at our house all the time when me and mommy and daddy are away, do you go to them?"

I shook my head definitively, "No. I'm not into parties."

"He's just really boring. You can tell by the shit ton of book piled over on that shelf." Hyunjin used his head to gesture to the bookshelf over on my bedroom wall, which was, truthfully, jammed with about 150 book; all of which I had read.

I felt embarrassed by this. I was pretty boring, maybe I should have put all those books away and replaced them with something more interesting. At the time though, I had no idea I would be accommodating Hyunjin of all people. I took a steady breath that still managed to come out shaky, "I uhm.. I like reading I guess." Now I was feeling insecure – who the hell likes to read? That's so boring, I'm so boring. Why can't I like cool stuff like sports and art.

"Do you really?" He asked. I could tell that he didn't believe me; clearly he didn't see me as the type of person to curl up in a nest of bedding and read a good book in my spare time.

I nodded, "Yeah, it's not like a huge thing though—" I attempted to clear my name, "It's just sometimes I read a book or two.. my parents make me." Lie, my parents never made me read. Reason? They didn't have to. In fact when I was little they would ask me to read less and play with other kids more. I read more than 'a book or two'.

Hyunjin wanted to say something, I could tell, but Mi-Young opened her mouth first, "You should come over to our house sometimes to see me – you could read to me and we could play hide and seek together!" She clapped her hands, bouncing up and down as she sat. Something about this girl was so adorable, even though I didn't really want to I still said yes. It's not that I didn't want to go see her, it's that I didn't want to go see Hyunjin.

Maybe it would just be one of those things the people never even went through with.

Before long though my mother had appeared and spread the knews that Hyunjin and Mi-Young had to leave now. I knew that she was under the impression we had all had a wonderful time together... bullshit.

I was forced downstairs with everyone and had to bow as they left the front doors, saying how I'd love to see them again soon even though it was the biggest lie ever. I hope they never come back—in fact, is it selfish for me to say I hope this business deal falls through..? Despite how soul crushing it would be to my parents..