sunshine ☆彡 seokmin

nine

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     After being told to leave the kitchen, the boy's name was revealed. Everyone is laughing, screaming, or even crying. Seungcheol is in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose while Jeonghan is patting his back. "God, that was terrible." He moaned from where he was standing.

I couldn't breathe for a while. My face is really hot and I'm sweating a little bit, my bottom lip caught in between my teeth.

Wonwoo sighed and apologized, "I'm sorry about him. Chan's a bit of a dork, but how old are you?" My eyes widen even more at how deep his voice is. It's, perhaps, deeper than the Pacific Ocean.

I blink a little, feeling Hansol's stare burning holes through me, but answer in a shaky tone, "Seventeen."

He widens his stunning eyes and nods, poking his bottom lip, and replying, "Well, how long have you been seventeen? Chan's seventeen, too, but his birthday was a few days ago."

His palms rest flat on the table and he looks me straight in the eye. The boy from beside me, whose name I am still not aware of, leans on the head of the chair a little bit, startling me.

"I-I've been seventeen for a month." Wonwoo tilts his head and gives me a cute little grin, despite how intense his eyes look from the eyeliner. He may look emo but he'a also very adorable. Hold on, I can't say that. I barely met them.

"Cool, maybe he can be your boyfriend, you know, if you let him." Seungkwan let out a loud, humorless laugh and sighed, trailing his fingers along the edge of the table beside me. He looks me straight in the eyes with a pout on his face.

"Don't accept Chan. That boy is really immature and dorky. He's ugly, too." Hoshi agrees by chuckling and nodding his head. Why do they think he's ugly? God, he's actually very cute and rather attractive. He was probably just joking when he said that.

Joshua licks his lips before asking me, "So, what school do you go to?" Jihoon folds his hands right in front of him before looking at me for the answer. I swallow hard and I am about to answer before Jeonghan calls out, "Max, do you eat meat?"

I inhale quickly. How am I supposed to tell them that I don't want to eat without making it seem that I don't want to eat because I won't like their food because of their nationality but if I did eat, I would actually eat it?

A headache forms in the back of my skull but I nod my head because I can tell that they all eat meat, and based upon how much they love food, I can tell they eat a lot.

Jeonghan smiles and smacks Seungcheol on there back of the head. "See, you idiot? Max eats meat! Seungcheol, you really need to get your head in the game."

Joshua and I share contact with each other, and he sets his hand on the table. "You know what?" He asks quietly, his voice lyrically soft and almost killing me to sleep.

"I forgot what I asked you. Anyway, I think you're great." I purse my lips and widen my eyes, not accepting whatever he just called me.

I shake my head a little and Jihoon sighs, probably at how annoying I am. He slams his hand down suddenly and turns his entire body to Seungcheol, who is turning on the stove. "Goddamn it, Seungcheol. Will you hurry up?"

My eyes seem to be the only pair in the room to widen. This must not be the first time he's done this because Wonwoo rolls his eyes at him and ignores him.

Man, I didn't know that cute, fairy-looking boy could be so mean...

As Jihoon rises from his seat to go help him with the cooking, Hoshi leans his face down next to mine with a grin. "What do you want to drink?"

He's so cute but I just shake my head, notifying him that I don't want to drink anything. He gives me a pout but nods, understanding what a no means. I'm extremely surprised.

Mingyu and Wonwoo make their way to where the cabinets are as Joshua takes out his phone, which vibrates every five seconds. Seungkwan begins to speak in Korean and I'm just as lost as when I came in, realizing that there were no parents here. Unless...

Seungcheol was the father?!

Just kidding, I really don't know and I don't really think that it's up to me to worry about.

A tap on my shoulder causes me to turn around and it's the bright-smile boy, with his bright smile. How iconic.

I want to know his name.

He motions me with his hand that he wants me to follow him so I do just as he wants, or suggests. The chair screeches as I scoot out, earning mostly everyone's attention. They ignore me after two seconds of staring.

The boy grabs onto my hand and pulls me down a hallway, next to a door where light is spilling from the open crack of a door. His hand is so soft and warm, enveloping nearly my entire existence into sheer warmth.

We stop and he turns around, letting out a shaky breath of air. The boy closes his eyes slowly and inhales more. He doesn't let go of my hand, which is beginning to worry me.

The boy crouches down and half-smiles at me, his eyes slightly hooded. "So," his voice as soft as a blanket. "Why did you lie to me, sunshine? Why did you cry and not tell me why?" I'm surprised that he's not frowning at me but his smile is unusually thin.

My bottom lip quivers and I begin to blink more often than I should. "I-Iー" My voice doesn't even sound normal. Am I about to cry again? Oh, God! Why now?!

He places his fingers on my lips and uses his other hand to touch the side of my head, stroking my cheek with his extended thumb. "Don't cry, okay? All you have to do is tell me why."

I feel bad. Very, very bad.

"I don't know, okay?" I don't want to tell him that his brother or cousin, however the heck they are related, was staring at me and making me uncomfortable. I can't tell him that. My eyes well up and I can't look into his eyes anymore.

The boy takes my large face into his hands and I feel bad for him having to deal with me. Poor guy. Only these kinds of things happen in a book.

"If you really can't tell me, I understand, Max, but I don't want you to lie to me. Okay?" He brushes my bottom eyelashes with his thumb and makes me look at him, by pushing his wrist in another direction. There's 10 inches in between us and I feel like he can see every single thing that makes me ugly.

I nod my head and my hands curl into fists as I fight the urge to hug him. "Hey," he says and gets on his knees so that he's a bit lower than me but is able to look at me in the eyes. "One more thing, yeah?"

I nod again, sniffling quietly and placing my hands inside the pockets of his jacket that I'm wearing. "Don't say 'yes' to Chan. Thank you!" The boy jumps up and pats the top of my head.

"Now, let's go meet the others!" He exclaims and drags me to get another room with even more boys.