Leaf Me Alone // minsung

「⸙ ch.17 ⸙」

MINHO

Changbin looked at me, half-concerned, half-amused. At least, I assumed he was looking at me. I couldn't really see, because my face had been buried in my pillow as I screamed silently into it for the past 10 minutes.

Han Jisung... what the fuck.

I couldn't move. Couldn't think about anything but his face and his hands and his body and the way he moved, wrapping me around him like an acessory tailored to his very soul. His hand on the back of my head, pushing me closer, his heart shaped smile luring me in with sweet promises hidden in the corner of his lips. His eyes weren't the colour of the ocean, but I drowned in them all the same.

Just thinking about the improvised dance had my face flushing an alarming shade of red. I couldn't go out in public like this. What if there was a mind-reader around just casually living their life and they accidentally stumble upon the tragedy that is my mental state right now? No can do. I think I'll stay in the dorm room for the rest of my life, thanks.

"He really did cause 86 billion neurones in your brain to malfunction, huh." Changbin's voice came from somewhere behind me.

"Stop googling facts to make me look stupid. I bet my left kidney you didn't know that 10 seconds before this."

"Your left kidney is mine."

"Show me your search history then. If you give me your phone I will go get surgery right now."

"Never mind." Oh, so he had something to hide.

"No backsies." I finally found it in me to sit up, narrowing my eyes at Changbin sitting on his bed.

Lunging for his phone, I snatched it from his hands, rolling to the side and kicking him in the knee when he tried to take it back. He flopped backwards dramatically, fake crying in an attempt to pry some sympathy out of my heart.

I promptly booted him off the bed and threw his duvet over him, whacking him with a pillow just in case.

His phone was still open - how he didn't manage to switch it off before I snagged it nobody knows - and I clicked open his chat history.

He did indeed google how many neurones were in a human brain, but he lied about it like the pig he is. I flashed his search history at him in victory, before deciding to see what else he searched up.

"Shoes that subtly add height to you - ha, fucking gnome, could never be me. Uh, do insects actually have a lot of protein in them - why, is Jeongin trying to convince you to eat snacks with him again? How to flir- woah, Binnie, finally trying to get yourself a partner?"

I dodged the pillow that came flying back in my direction, wiggling my eyebrows at a huffy Changbin still sat on the floor. I faked a gasp. "Oh my god, it couldn't be the freckle boy Felix, could it? You know, the one you keep making eye contact with? The one you were pouting at today? My my, our big strong Binbin, smitten for a little ray of sunshine, willing to drop his dark exterior and act cute for a little love? How ador-"

I ran for my life as Changbin threw his duvet at me before springing off the floor at towards me. Sprinting towards the kitchen, I had to turn on the tap and threaten to drop his phone in the sink before his arms found a way around my neck.

Handing his phone back to him, I coaxed him back on to his bed, trying to hold in my laughter. Honestly, he seems really scary on the outside to a lot of people thanks to his big guns, but in reality he's just a softie who looks cute with a pink bow in his hair (I have a photo. It was a dare. I'm keeping the photo forever).

I flopped back down on my bed, limbs stretched out like a starfish. After a moment of peaceful silence, I turned to him, unable to stop dangling this new piece of information in front of his face. Of course, I had my predictions beforehand, but never knew he was this far in until now - seriously, he had googled how to get his number.