"Marry me~~~" Jinyoung sang loudly from somewhere outside the room I was in.
"No, I won't marry you if you don't shut up." I said.
"I HEARD THAT!"
I snickered.
"Have you heard my singing?" Jinyoung was now in view, with two cans of soda in his hands.
"Yes." I replied. "I watched your video."
"You diddd? Awwwww, you're such a sweet girlfriend."
I rolled my eyes. "I was curious."
Jinyoung sat down next to me on the bed, his head leaning against the headboard. He leaning close to me but I stopped him, shoving my hand in his face.
"Whyyyy?"
"Wait a second, I'm 'bout to beat my high score." I said, concentrating on my game.
"You've been playing the same game for hours straight, how are you not bored?"
"Because it's funnn." I said. "Woo hooo I beat my high score!!"
"Can you pay attention to me now~" Jinyoung whined, putting his head on my shoulder and licking a spot on it.
"Who are you again?" I asked. "And why are you licking me~"
"Why are you like thisss."
"Noooo I died." I said and finally put down my phone. "Okay, what do you want?"
Jinyoung smiled. "You."
"I smell an overused line."
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After a (probably) 50-minute kissing session, I finally decided to sleep so I could escape the scary Jinyoung monster.
But even then, I couldn't.
Jinyoung rolled to the very edge of the bed to peer down at me. "You're not asleep?"
"I can't sleep." I said. "My heart is going to burst."
"Why?"
"Because of you, what else?"
Jinyoung chuckled and grinned. Even in the dark, his smile was bright. "You don't say those kind of things often at all."
"Yeah, I don't." I said.
"Goodnight, my jagiya my baby my butterfly my love my--"
"Shut uppp." I held up my hand. "Goodnight."
"Just goodnight?"
"Goodnight..." I started.
................
"Woo Jinyoung hip hop grandma."
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My eyes fluttered to halfway open, the annoying morning sun greeting me.
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mixnine. woo jinyoung
Fanfiction❝ i will survive. no one will get in my way from debuting. ❝ in which she refuses to let anything interfere with her path of success--other than one crazy boy. © alpacake, 2018