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And so it all boils down to this
We've got our aim but we might miss
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[ Chat ]
Junhoe: R u home?
You: No
Junhoe: Oh my God. Are you at the police station?
Junhoe: Did you commit a crime?
Junhoe: You ok????
You: I AM TOTALLY FINE
Junhoe: How can you not be at home?
Junhoe: That's just so weird. You never leave your room
You: I am meeting a friend
Junhoe: You have a friend???
You: Stop being annoying or I'm blocking you
Junhoe: No you won't
You almost throw your phone but you remember that you still need to pay the credit, and hell that will be such a waste, so you hold yourself. Now, breath in, breath out. Count to ten. Patience. Patience. Patience.
"You okay?"
You gaze up to meet an amused look.
"Totally okay!" You snap, and that earns you a giggle. "What's so funny?"
"You," he says.
"What do you think am I, a comedian?"
His giggle turns into a laugh.
"Shut up, Bobby."
"Maybe funny is not the right word," he says after calming down. "You are cute."
You narrow your eyes despite the red that starts spreading on your cheek. It's not a compliment you get every day, so it's a bit weird - and you don't really know how to respond it. Thanks? What if he is just fooling around with you?
You choose to look away and try to change the topic, "It's hot." It takes a second before you realize what you just said. "I mean, the coffee! I don't really like hot coffee."
He bursts into laughter again. "Stop it," he says.
"Stop what?"
"Stop being cute."
Oh God. No. How to deal with this guy?
Actually, how to deal with guys?
You spent too much time in front of your computer and books now you can't talk without sounding like an operating system. Where is the help button? If anything goes wrong, can you just hit ctrl + z?
"Remind me again why we are here."
"We met on Tinder and we are having a date now."
He smiles, and really, it's cute. His crooked teeth and his crinkled eyes. The way he laughs and the way his fingers searching for yours.
It's a good date.
If only your phone can stop ringing every five minutes--
"Do you need to go somewhere?" Bobby asks after it's the tenth time your phone rings.
"Yeah, it's an urgent matter... I guess."
"Okay, want me to drive you?"
"No, it's okay."
YOU ARE READING
Best Friend (Junhoe x OC)
Teen Fiction"What are we, Junhoe? Sometimes we are friends, sometimes we are more... Sometimes we are less." --- [ Junhoe x OC ]
