"Mangyu, w-wait!" Seungkwan called, trying to chase after the older boy. But his quick steps made him stumble and nearly fall, causing Mingyu to turn around.
"Ya! I said don't follow me," Mingyu glared. "Just play with your stuffed animals. Just play with your toys and stuffed animals. I'm older now. I wanna hang out with kids my age."
Hearing that made Seungkwan's eyes water, hurt by his only friend's statement. "B-but you said you would always play with me, even when you were in middle school," he softly sobbed, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers.
"I changed my mind. You're not fun anymore."
Seungkwan's tears dripped onto the ground. "H-how can I be more fun then, Mangyu?"
"Can you stop calling me that? You're in 3th grade, Seungkwan. You can read my name!" Mingyu scolded.
"I-I'm sorry, M-mingyu. Please don't be a-angry," Seungkwan cried now.
Mingyu sighed, feeling no remorse. "See, you can't be fun. You're still a baby. Just stay there and cry. I have a lot of friends now. You should find yours too." With that, Mingyu walked out of Seungkwan's front yard to join his friends, who were already waiting for him.
A ringing phone jolted Mingyu awake from his dream of his childhood memory, a memory that had almost faded from his mind. He groaned at the loud sound, feeling a pounding headache. Of course, he had a hangover from drinking too much last night.
Mingyu lay face down on the bed with nothing but a blanket covering his lower body. His honey-toned, athletic back was illuminated by the sunlight streaming in through the window.
"The hell..." Mingyu cursed as the ringing persisted. He stretched his hand to find his phone on the nightstand. "Hello?" he grunted to whoever had woken him.
"Mingyu, where are you? I thought you'd come home after excusing yourself last night. But your room is empty, and your car never arrived," his mother's worried voice came through.
"Sorry, Mother. I'm just... somewhere," Mingyu said, trying to sit up while massaging his forehead. The quietness in Jeonghan's apartment made him look around. Had he already left for a photoshoot?
"Where?" His mother's voice brought him back to the conversation.
Mingyu clicked his tongue, annoyed by her constant questions.
"Too much to drink. Couldn't drive. I'm in a hotel room. Alone." He quickly added the last word, half-lying to his mother, again. He was, in fact, alone.
"Listen... come back here in a minute. We have a brunch party to host," she told him.
"A brunch party? For what?" Mingyu asked, frowning as he found his pants under the bed. He pulled them on.
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I Hate The Way You Love
FanfictionThree years after his divorce, Kim Mingyu, got a familiar call from his mother, urging him to come home. Mingyu knew she was likely trying to set him up with someone again, hoping he would remarry and start a family as she wanted. Of course, he poli...
