𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

11 | lucky star

I awake to find no peace of mind
I said, "How do you live as a fugitive down here?"
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"I like this" I point out, making Georgia look up from her magazine to look over mine.

"Now that's fashion" She gets up from her position on her stomach, kneeling "I so need to recreate this look" I look up at her and shake my head with a smile on my face at how devoted she was to her craft. Truly.

My gaze leaves Georgia and goes to the two guys who walk into my room. Both of them invite themselves to join us, sitting on my bed.

My eyes leave Minho who looks down at me, going to the magazine again but soon it was pulled from my gaze. I look to Jeongin who starts to flip through it.

"Dick, I was looking at that"

"Most of these are hideous" He states his opinion.

Georgia scoffs "You don't get to judge anyone's fashion sense when all you wear is sweats and hoodies" She spat. Jeongin rolled his eyes and put the magazine down.

"Fair" Jeongin admits, "Where are all the snacks?"

Georgia looks towards the door and back to Jeongin, both of them giving a certain look before making a beeline out the door and I'm assuming to the kitchen.

"They need serious prayers" Minho mutters as he shakes his head, a small smile on his face.

I sit up from my previous position "I think we need it more if we plan to survive in the same apartment as them" I reply to him and Minho looks at me and we both laugh lowly.

It surprising to me how quickly Minho seems to fit in here. Well, I guess not surprising considering he's Minho and he seems to fit in everywhere. A part of me envies him for it. He never stuck out like a sore thumb but he also never blended into the crowd either. He just fit perfectly and sometimes made the atmosphere in the room a tad bit better.

The sound of my phone vibrating against the wooden nightstand, made me inhale deeply "Gonna get that?" Minho looks at me, amused at my irritation.

"Fun little fact, I hate the sound of my phone going off" I pull my gaze away from Minho as I lean over to grab my phone.

"Oh really?" I could practically hear the interest in his voice. Like always, taking a mental note of my likes and dislikes like I was some sort of a puzzle he was trying to piece together.

I look over the screen and furrow my brows, "It's my mom" I said out loud, confusion laced in my words. "She never calls me—" I look up to meet his clueless eyes, looking down and answering the call. "Mom?"

"Hey sweetie" Her voice calmed my growing nerves, but still I was taken aback by why she was calling me.

"Hey..." I finally offer, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, of course, Jisung" She reassured me, "I just wanted to ask why you haven't answered any of your dad's calls?"

I scoff lightly and shake my head "That's why you're calling me?" I look up to meet Minho's eyes that grow with worry, looking away "I don't have time to talk about this—"

"Jisung he is your father and you should really take advantage of the times he's willing to call" Her voice is stern, much like how it was when she would tell me to not rely on others.

I stand up and off the bed, "I'm sorry Mom, looks like I'm taking independence too seriously" I end the call and walk out of the room. I swallowed harshly at the unwanted lump in my throat. I can't cry, it was so stupid to cry.