I hate him // Minsung [Eng]

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Lee know p.o.v.

Today we have a day off and I'm on my bed, reading a book. I should rest, to physically and psychologically prepare myself for the tour, which is approaching, but I'm getting bored and I can't stop thinking about Han. I would just like to see him, nothing strange.

I take my phone from the bedside table and type:

"What is my jagi doing?"

His answer comes fast:

"I'm not your jagi"

"I hope you will be"

Wow, Lee Know, are you flirting? I laugh at myself.

"I'm chilling on my bed."

Okay, jagi, just ignore me and my jokes. You've been doing it for days, anyhow.

"Can I come?"

"On my bed?" he asks.

I laugh, thinking about his puzzled face.

"I mean, to chill together"

"Okay"

Just one word, but it's enough to make me smile.

I get up fast and take some neat clothes. I even spray myself with some perfume, I don't even know why. Then I walk through his dorm, feeling excited to spend time alone with him.

If he accepted my self-invite, maybe he doesn't hate me that much.

I knock and he opens the main door to me. His face is sleepy and he's still wearing pajamas, but he's still extremely cute.

«Hi, Jagi» I said.

He rolls his eyes, ignoring the nickname: «Hi»

We go to his room and he simply lays in his bed, where he was just before my arrival I guess. The TV is on and he's watching an anime.

«Can I?» I ask, pointing to the other side of his bed.

«Sure.»

He seems to be in a low mood. I've watched him a lot during these last weeks and I got that Han can only be in two ways: funny as only he can be, like chaotic and crazy, or completely silent and tired of living. I would really like to understand what in his head leads him to these two extremes.

I lay down near him, hoping to cheer him up a little with my presence. Or at least not to bother him more.

But I also have to deal with myself and with this knot I feel in my stomach. I'm in his room for the first time, alone with him, and my confidence seems to fade. Being there is making me feel a little shy.

I try to look around, noting that his room is actually as I expected. It's just like him: a real mess, but decidedly cute.

My gaze return to him. He doesn't take his eyes off the television and he doesn't seem to notice my presence much. His mind seems a little absent.

Trying to get comfortable, I move closer to him. Our hips touch, but he doesn't seem to notice.

On the other hand, I truly feel his closeness and my mind freezes, unable to handle those feelings.

«Do you want to see a movie?» he asks me, taking lazily the remote controller.

He doesn't seem to notice how uncomfortable I am, fortunately. I should thank my blank face for that.