Junhoe and I were currently sitting at the waiting room of the local hospital near our university, waiting for my check-up with an obstetrician to see how our baby's doing. I've been feeling weird recently and I think something's wrong. It's making me anxious these days.
Just kidding. I have an appointment for my health problems. My parents forced me to do monthly check-ups because I have a weak immune system, especially when I fainted last semester because of school load. This time, Junhoe's accompanying me, but he was so focused on his game that I wish he didn't at all. All I did for the past twenty minutes was stare at the boring white wall, or amuse myself by quietly singing disney songs. My handphone's pretty much useless because it's at twelve percent. I should've charged it last night...
"Penny for your thoughts?" Junhoe asked, a momentary glance thrown at my way before focusing on his phone. The game's sound effects seemed to echo in the waiting room as he pressed the screen with fast accuracy. Junhoe should be thankful that the place was filled with mindless chatter because if it wasn't, I had a reason to make him stop playing.
"It's nothing," I replied. He uttered a, "Hm," and didn't even look at me, like ninety-nine percent of his focus wasn't with me, but rather, on his phone with his stupid game.
Feeling my irritation rising with that, I called, "Junhoe."
I think he didn't even hear me.
"Junhoe," I tried again.
"Wait, baby. Final boss," Junhoe said.
With a glare at him, I fought off the urge to smile at his endearment and lied to myself that it didn't make my heart skip a beat. He calls me that from time to time, even if we didn't have pet names for each other. Wait. I was supposed to be mad at him! Why is my heart forgiving him easily with one word?
I'll let it slide this time. If he's ignoring me, I'll just bug him then.
I hooked my arms around one of his. He raised it a little for my arms to get neatly tucked around. I leaned my chin on top of my boyfriend's shoulder and watched him play. Now I don't know how the game works but I think he's pretty good at it.
Waiting without nothing to do was hard so after sometime, it felt like tonnes weighed down my eyelids. I forced myself to stay awake, but it didn't work. It was the usual time for naps, having been in the middle of the afternoon that maybe I feel so drowsy. That, and because I was bored out of my mind.
Sleep was just visiting when Junhoe shifted to remove my arms around his. Feeling alert all of a sudden, I held my grip firmly in place. He's not getting away with me.
Snuggling closer to my boyfriend, I mumbled, "Don't move."
"This is uncomfortable, Chae."
I whined, mumbling incoherent cutesy sounds under my breath. "No."
The focused look on his face, with his eyebrows knotted in concentration, frown curving down the ends of his mouth, relaxed into something else. His finger touches on his phone went slow as he looked at me, like really looked at me.
I didn't know what I did, but it caused one end of his mouth to quirk, his eyes sparkling with adoration. Before I could understand why, he shook his head and chuckled. "Fine, if that's what you want."
A new kind of hope surged in my chest. Finally, I thought, he's going to put down his phone. But then that hope was crushed the next second as he went to play on his phone again. Ugh. I'm seriously getting jealous over that thing!
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FanfictionChaeyoung's testament of Junhoe's love, told in short and sweet moments of the couple's everyday life. blackpink's rosé x ikon's junhoe {yg couple series 01}