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Movie Night

Park Yuna🎨

I lock the keys in and swing the door open. Beomgyu and I sigh as we get inside the apartment. 

"Well, that was an unexpected day," I comment.

"Yeah, I can't believe we just got hired like that. Do we not get like contracts stating our rights?" Beomgyu sighs.

I shrug and fall onto the couch. Beomgyu follows, seating himself, his body facing towards me. "So, now what?" he asks.

"You down for a movie night?"

"Sure, but like it isn't exactly 'night' time. It's literally four thirty-six," Beomgyu replies, checking his watch.

"So, who cares," I shrug. "Popcorn, we need popcorn. Let's make some first." Beomgyu and I walk up to the kitchen and I bring out a huge pot. 

"Why are we taking out a pot?" he asks.

"Because," I say, taking out the corn kernels, "microwaved popcorn is overrated." I take out some butter, salt and turn on the stove and just toss everything into the pot. "Gimme my phone," I ask him, as I put the lid on the pot.

He hands over my phone, and I go into my playlists and click on a song.

"Are you playing 'Pop' by Nayeon right now?" he questions, blank-faced.

"We're making popcorn, so obviously we need to encourage them to pop their asses off. I wanna make it pop, pop, pop, you want it," I sing out, dancing around him.

Soon enough, both of us begin running around the kitchen listening to Twice. Beomgyu pauses suddenly in the middle of 'TT', and looks over at me, gasping. "What, what is it?" I ask.

"Do you smell something burning?"

"Obviously, it's me. Look, Beomgyu, I'm hot I get it. No offence, but you're just not my type."

"No, Yuna something is definitely burning," he panics.

"Beomgyu, I've already told you, you're just not my type-"

"The popcorn, Yuna, the popcorn!" he screams, as he rushes over to the stove and turns it off. I take out the lid, only to see it scorching black.

"Oh shit," I cuss out. "Wait, is it weird that 'Fire' just started playing right now?"

"How do you even burn popcorn? It's freaking popcorn," Beomgyu starts. "And yes, it is weird how your playlist somehow knows exactly what to do."

"Thank you, I have been told my playlist is fantastic. Okay, hold up. Why is this my fault?"

"Because it was your statement that got us here. Microwaved popcorn doesn't sound so overrated right now, does it?"

"Okay, well maybe you do have a point," I say, as I grab a bowl and toss the burnt popcorn into. "Okay, look, not everything is burnt. We just need to pick out the ones that look edible."

"There's not gonna be much of that, I assure you," he grumbles.

"Fine, I'll eat the burnt shit. Now, hurry up and seperate this shit. I got a burnt pot to take care of without my brother knowing anything."

"That's a lost cause, Yuna. Just give up."

"Shush!" I exclaim.

"How about I take care of that, and you go make some 'overrated microwaved popcorn' okay?" he says, using air quotation. I sigh in defeat and comply.

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Beomgyu and I plop onto the couch, a fresh bowl of popcorn in his hands, and a few of the edible burnt remains in mine. "So, what movie do you wanna watch?" I ask facing him.