my best friend | yungi

Love

Everyone likes Yunho. Even my mom.

I can't even watch a movie properly while sitting next to this beautiful man. The moment we sat our asses down on the worn out couch, Yunho immediately took hold of my arm, curling right into me. I can feel the subtle twitches and the little squirms he does, my heart absolutely racing in my chest right now.

Halfway into this dumb drama, Yunho decides that his current position was somehow not comfortable enough. He crawls upwards, the weight of his head on my chest is killing me(in a good way), and god I know anyone would die to be in my place.

Until he decides that the new position was still not comfortable enough and literally swings his leg over mine, tangling them together. I had to get one off the couch to ground myself and to prevent us from rolling off.

As the dumbass hormonal high schooler I am, God better help right this instant before there's a reoccurrence with what happened in the school bathroom.

Those dumbass caterpillars have finally broken free from their chrysalis-cocoon stage, hundreds and probably thousands of those little flying buggers in my tummy right now.

Feelings swirl about as the romance movie before us just plays, I can fell my adoration for him seeping out like a broken hose. Even just flicking my eyes to the side slightly, I could spot the rosy red on his ears as he played with my hands, lacing our fingers together, pinching the callouses on mine...

I couldn't hold it back, the pretty butterflies force themselves up my throat, a soft mumble. "You're so beautiful."

Even me, as much as I hate to admit it.

Yunho pauses his fidgeting and tilts his head towards me, an actor in the background gets brutally slaughtered. "Huh?"

Oh shit, he definitely heard it. "Huh?" I reply stupidly. Stupid stupid stupid.

"Oh i thought you said something."

"Didn't say nothing." These dumbass feelings, when did it all start? I can feel my blood pumping through my veins, the leg, that yunho wasn't resting on, starts bouncing lightly.

A smack is delivered to my thigh, way too close to THAT area. "Stop bouncing."

My brain's racing for a quick comeback, settling for the good ol' "Bouncing on deez nuts?" Shit shit shit, goddamnit if Yunho keeps squirming on top of me.

He rolls his eyes before shifting his head and resting his chin on my chest instead. Like this, his pretty face is so close to mine and I'm starting to feel insecure. I can see every pore from here, the little freckles developed from the sun, and the little blemishes he got when he injured himself.

I swear to god, if those ba-dumps don't slow down, I'm going to ba-blast my heart outta this body. Unless...

Those beats don't belong to my heart?

At this point, the movie was just running uselessly in the background, increasing my parents' electricity bill. Some actress screams in the background and red is splattered every where.

Our hands untangling, only for him to smooth his thumb across the expanse of my face. I'm probably red as hell right now, struggling to not pop another boner but it's hard(ha see what I did) when there's this hot and sexy dude on stop of you like.??

I'm visually malfunctioning and Yunho has the audacity to chuckle at me before wrapping his arms around my shoulder. Before I know it, Mom wakes us up way past midnight after we passed out on top of each other.

Unfortunately, it was only Thursday and tomorrow was a school day, meaning Yunho had to get home soon or his mother will start banging on doors looking for her son.

Yunho gets off me reluctantly, dragging out each movement groggily as he shuffled across and off the couch to get to his feet.

Yunho steps through the doorway and I ruffle his hair lightly. "See you tomorrow," I mumble sleepily, continuing the movements of my hand through his brown strands.

He doesn't bother stopping me but leans into my touch, my fingers now gently itching against his scalp. Yunho's such a dog.

"You're such a dog," I blurted out by accident. Fuck.

My hand pauses in his hair. "I'm a what?" Yunho quirked.

"You're a lizard, Harry," I reply quickly and untangle my hands from his hair, giving him a heavy pat on the shoulder.

"Haha, very funny."

"Get home safely, message me when you're back."

Yunho picks up his bag but scoffs at me as he takes a step, "but you did call me a dog."

"And i'll call you a dog again."

He tuts at me, poking his bottom lip and wobbling out dramatically before leaving the door and strutting down the hall with a sway of his hips.

"Bye pookie," I call out after him, watching as the elevator doors closed before Yunho's pretty face. He makes a pose last second and I let a chuckle out.

Everybody likes him.

I close the apartment's door behind me quietly before immediately collapse against it, my forearm barely holding me up. I clutched the door handle tightly between my hands. "I'm so stupid."

Do I...like him?

"Mingi?" Mom's voice comes in faintly from further inside the house. "Go to bed!"

The butterflies come back and I just wish for them to die. They aren't needed. A hinderance to my friendship with Yunho, a hinderance to my non-existent love life.

I lie in bed, feeling fresh from a hot shower. I think I understand what's going on now. A sigh keep leaving my lips as I finally admit to myself in the dark.

Maybe the butterflies finally convinced me to get to this crazy conclusion that:

I do like him.