𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ᵗᵐʳ ᵃᵘ

Chapter 18: Two-faced, Narcissistic prick

IT was around 3 am and I was awake. I was staring at the ceiling. 

"Why the shit are you still awake?" Minho asked in a rude tone, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom. Minho's been acting extra bitchy since I received the letter yesterday. I don't know why. I think he's convinced it's a love letter. 

"That's not important, Mr. 'I wanna be a Doctor,'" I retorted. 

"You do know that sleeping is important for your health? I'd expect that from a soon-to-be fashion designer." Minho said in a condescending tone. 

"And I thought you knew that designers don't sleep much anyway because of their job." 

"You're just too stubborn." Minho crossed his arms, annoyed. "Sleep." 

"Wow, I can finally go to sleep now," I said sarcastically. "It's not that easy dipshit, I'd expect someone studying to be a doctor to know that." 

Minho was taken aback by me calling him a dipshit. "You're the one keeping me awake, so why do you get to complain?" He glared at me for remarking. "This is exactly why I don't like you. You're disrespectful." 

"What did you expect from a sleep-deprived teenager?" 

Minho scoffed. "And you call me stubborn." He rolled his eyes. 

"No, I call you narcissistic." 

Minho was speechless. "Who are you calling narcissistic?" He asked, anger evident in his voice. "If anyone is narcissistic here, it's probably you." 

"I thought I was 'Two-faced' or are you taking that back now?" 

"Did I stutter? Two-faced, narcissistic prick." Minho's eyes narrowed. He was about to say more when he stopped himself. He took a deep breath. "What is wrong with you?" 

"Depends if you mean my personality or sleeping problems." 

"Both." Minho huffed, clearly struggling to keep himself from yelling. "You're making this day unbearable." He crossed his arms. 

"Don't worry, I didn't volunteer to share a hotel room with you, let alone a bed. That's why I'm on the couch. There's isn't enough space on there for you, me and that big ego of yours." 

"My ego is not that big," He growled. He stood up and began pacing. Minho then paused for a moment before saying, "Is sleeping all you're useful for, by any chance?" I could tell that Minho was getting agitated the longer I stayed up. He didn't like staying up late. I liked agitating him. 

"I don't sleep, Mr. 'I can act like a bitch to my sister's friend'." 

Minho scoffed. "And that's why I don't like you. You have a terrible attitude for someone who's supposed to act like an adult." He paused for a moment, then added, "Maybe you're not getting enough sleep because you're such a terrible human being." 

"No, I have sleeping problems and I refuse to get help for it." 

Minho huffed again. "I don't know why I'm surprised, honestly. That is very typical of you." His voice dripped with sarcasm. 

"Be happy I ain't sending you to the hospital," I threatened. 

Minho scoffed. "Oh? And what makes you think I'd end up in a hospital? Are you going to hit me?" He rolled his eyes. "Even you wouldn't be that stupid." He crossed his arms. 

"Yeah, I don't want your sister hating me like I hate you." 

A smirk spread across Minho's face. "Well, that's a first. Never thought I'd see the day that the sassy teenager was afraid of something. Afraid of what? Getting hit? I thought you didn't care about your health, but I guess your hypocrisy is showing again." He shook his head. "Pathetic." 

"You're the one who's pathetic. You don't think I don't hear what you say to your sister about me? I hear what you say. how I'm such a bad influence on her," I said, my voice raising. 

He laughed. "I really got under your skin, didn't I? It's because all I'm saying is true and you can't deny it." Minho smirked at you, looking cocky. "But you know what? I'm not surprised." He scoffed. 

"Good luck with your sleep," I grumbled, turning my back to him. 

"Oh, is this where you pretend not to care when you obviously do care?" Minho chuckled. "Typical." He took a step toward me. 

"Just go to sleep Minho." 

Minho sighed. "Good, you're finally listening," He said in a dry tone. 

"Whatever," I mumbled. 

Minho took a deep breath, then started tapping his foot. 

A few moments later, he stood by the couch again, looking irritated. "The walls in this hotel room are thin." He said in a frustrated way. "So even if I were able to go to sleep, which apparently is impossible now," He huffed, "I wouldn't be able to sleep because I can hear your annoying noises." He glared at you a bit more. 

"Maybe I should bring a boy over next time, torture you even more." 

Now, Minho looked even angrier. For a moment, I thought he was going to do something irrational. But then he sighed again, looking annoyed. 

"If you bring a boy over," He said, without looking at you, "then you're gonna regret it," Minho smirked and then huffed again. 

"How so?" I asked. 

"You wanna find out?" Minho's voice was low and stern. Even the sound of his voice made me shiver. I could tell from his facial expression that Minho wasn't playing around. For one, he wasn't smirking. Second, his demeanour changed so quickly. 

"Is someone jealous?" 

Minho scoffed again. "Jealous?" He asked, sounding amused. "Of what?" He then looked away, trying not to laugh. "If you bring a boy over just to spite me," Minho warned me, his voice still a little amused, but now there was something else in it. "Don't say I didn't warn you," Minho said. Woah... I'm so scared of him. If you couldn't tell, I was being sarcastic. 

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A/N: None of this is my opinion. Minho is not a narcissist. He's a hot man though. 
Thank you, character Ai. I love you so much 
I'm not really too sure what this chapter is 

-Ash