Bittersweet Memories [Xiumin X Reader]

You are what you eat.

~Elementary School~

"You're a dumb-butt!"
"I'm not a mirror, troll!"

This was a common exchange between you and Xiumin. He'd always tease you but of course you rounded up with a witty comeback.

"Did I ever say you were?"
"You didn't have to."

It was too easy to hate him.

"____ is ugly! ___ is ugly! ___ is ugly!" Xiumin chanted in a taunting way.

He's always teasing me.

"You know who else is ugly?"

"Who?"

"You, troll."

~Middle School~

You plopped down into your seat, another painful day at Math Class, extra painful than the last year because butt-face over here sits next to you all time to torture you. Though he didn't hurt you mentally, he was absolutely annoying. /Here comes trouble/ you thought when he wore that stupid smile and sat to your right, getting love notes from those giddy girls that squeal too much.

"Hi dumb-face."
Greeted the devil himself.

"Morning, troll."
You yawned.

Mrs. Park let out a loud greeting as a signal to the class "Get in your seats or do wall-sits for the rest of class."

~Present~

The bell had just rung for lunch, you sighed and gathered your things just when you opened your locker, someone slammed it shut immediantly. Luckily, you snatched your fingers back just in time. You felt warm hands on your shoulders turn you so your back was against your locker and came face to face with the dumbest troll of all, Xiumin. He held your arm tightly against the lockers and looked into your face, his face was only inches away from yours. You felt your face getting red and hot.

/Gosh darn-it face, do you have to blush?/

"You look pretty when you blush."
He whispered into your ear, his warm breath tickling it. The little dumb-troll pecked your lips, and walked away as if it were nothing.

After the mental ice that covered your brain mentally melted, you snapped back into reality and walked in the lunchroom. Thoughts running at each other like angry waters clashing for rule during a stormy night at sea. His fangirls launching jealous and angry looks at you as you walked in the lunchroom. As if in a trance you went through the lunch line staring off into space and grabbing random things onto your tray and paying.

When you found a place to sit, which was an empty table, the troll decided to move and sit next to you to torture you even more. "Whoops." he said, purposefully dropping his chopsticks on the floor. "Now you'll have to feed me." He grinned mockingly. "Only because I'm nice." you muttered. With much regret, you picked up his baozi with /Which did really look like him a little/ with your chopsticks and fed him, occasionally biting off bits when he wasn't looking. You sighed, this was going to be a long day.