Struggle ♡Xiumin Fanfic♡

~Chapter 8~

I cuddled myself in my bed as I heard his dad repeat my dad's name. I pulled my blankets over my head as I tucked myself in the corner. I don't want to leave, I can't even think about leaving. I closed my eyes in fear, trying to dream about something amazing to overlap my mind of fear.

"Wendy." Xiumin knocked on the door, I was already half asleep. "Are you okay?" I kept my eyes shut. How much time has passed by since I slept?

"I'm sorry.." He sounded like he was crying. He doesn't cry, he never cries, I never heard him cry before. Even when he accidentally cut his arm with a knife he just screamed. This boy doesn't cry.

"Are you crying?" I mumbled, my eyes still closed.

"Shut up." He wiped his eyes.

"Oh my god! Let me see!" I jerked up and pulled his hands out of his face. Unfortunately, he was stronger. "Ow."

"Are you okay?!" He turned around, he was back to normal.

"WHAT?! WEREN'T YOUR EYES RED LIKE 3 SECONDS AGO?!"

"No, are you hallucinating?" He smirked.

"I know you cried, I'm going to tell everyone."

"Nobody will believe you."

"I hate you."

"Okay, forget it then. I guess I'm not taking you on a date." He got up and left my room, something dropped out of his pocket. I got off my bed and picked it up. A phone number..

"Wendyyy.. Uhh what are you looking at?" Baekhyun kneeled down next to me. He gave me a puzzled look. "Hyung's handwriting.." I stood up and crumbled the piece of paper  and moved my hands behind my back.

"What do you want?" I asked. 

"20o$ USD, it's for good use." He handed out his palm.

"And where did your allowance go?"

"Spent it all." He muttered.

"It's Monday! You just got your allowance yesterday!"

"Look, I broke my phone okay. Just do me this favor, it's only 200$" he was clenching his teeth, he that damn serious. I took out my wallet and got two hundred dollar bills out.

"You know you can trade currency right?" I asked, waving the money in the air.

"I have like 100,000 won left."

"Wait until next week."

"COME ON, PLEASE!!" He begged.

"Let me think about it." I stood there, waving the money in the air.

"I'm going to ask hyung then." He walked out the door.

"Okay, bye-"

"NOO, I'M JUST KIDDING. HE'S GOING TO FUCKING KILL ME!"

"Okay, I'll give it to you. Under these circumstances: 1. Pay me back with interest, 2. freedom of partners for all classes, 3. Copy your notes for science, 4. Tell Xiumin that you broke your phone, 5.-"

"Oh my gawddddddd." He complained.

"How dare you interrupt me, that's it."

"NO NO NO NO NO I'M SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE."

"5. Call this number." I handed him the paper.

"Are you sure?" He raised his eyebrow.

"You're a master of prank call, just do it." I gently pushed him as he still gave me that puzzled look. He took slowly took out his phone, which is a replica of his old phone, but newer and dialed the number.