bless me achoo ↺ lee haechan

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my mom told me to clean my room because she noticed that i sneeze a lot than usual, well, maybe because haechan is always around.

but nevermind, i'll be working my lazy ass and clean my room.

"achoo!"

"achoo!" and he sneezed as well.

"you sneeze too? so you also have a ghost around you or something?" i asked him and continued dusting the cabinets.

"no, the dust." he coughed and went to my bed still coughing.

"aish, would you help me here? get your useless ass out there." i walked towards him and tried dragging him up.

"yaAAaaAa i don't know how to cleEeEEeaNnnNN!" he whined and slapped my hands away.

aish! this kid! i swear he is literally useless!

"you're just lazy as fuck." i rolled my eyes and whacked him.

"says the one who asked for help because she's lazy to do it by herself." he also rolled his eyes and continued rolling on my bed like what he always does.

he's so cute.

but i don't know if what i feel is right.

is this even right?

that i like him.

i feel something deep down me that tells me that he's so special.

"what's on your mind?" i snapped out of my trance when he suddenly appeared in front me, too close to look at his eyes.

"n-nothing, it's none of your business." i pushed his face away and turned around, felt the awkwardness.

"what if i'd tell you that i can read minds?" my eyes grew big and turned to face him again, "you what?"

"yeah i do, that's why i show up when you miss me." he winked that sent me cursing inside.

"what the actual fuck haechan, tell me you haven't been reading what was always on my mind! ah! i remember last day you asked what was i thinking! you're lying! you can't do it!" i laughed and is really panicking inside.

"okay i admit it i'm lying. why are you so defensive by the way?" he asked.

"ugh just shut up okay? i won't make this done if you'll continue on talking shits." i opened a cabinet that's too high for me but i still managed to try dusting the inside.

"the struggles of being in you height." i heard him laugh.

"shut up." i continued what i was doing when i felt something and i accidentally pushed it and fell.

i creased my eyebrows and slowly crouched down to see it, it was a nothing but an old book having a title "to kill mockingbird" by harper lee.

do i read something like this? this really looks old and.. dusty but seems interesting. well not surprising for a bibliophile like me.

i reached for it and read the first page, now starting to turn every pages only getting my nose irritated for the dusts.

"what's that?" he asked.

"a book, but i don't know who reads this." i was about to put it back from where it belong until something flew from it and fell on the floor as well.

it was a paper, a picture, but is facing its back on me.

i was about to get it when i suddenly heard mom's voice from downstairs.

"hyurin-ah~!"

i sighed and left haechan and everything on my room.

"look what i found on your father's desk." she handed me a box of paper works that probably came from his room.

"what am i going to do with these mom?" i asked dying by how it weights.

"is you think that's just a bunch of trash and some paper works, check it first. hyurin, daughter, you know how i didn't told you a lot of things about yourself before so i'm returning the favor, check those out, everything you wanna know is in there." she smiled and kissed my forehead.

really, what has gotten into mom?

but i ignored it and went straight back up on my room only to see haechan staring at the picture that fell before, he looked really uncomfortable.

"hey, what's that? are you okay?" i asked.