rainbow boy - minsung

mixtapes

But ironically he called first. When the 'mean hoe ❤️' popped up I smiled so bright. I giggled a little as I answered.

"Oh hey bi boy..."
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I smirked at him like he always does to me, hoping I had offended him in the friendliest way. He raised his eyebrows as if saying 'wow that's a all you got jisung'. And that usually meant he was preparing his comeback.

"Oh haha funny there rainbow boy." I wish I could've seen my own face because according to Minho it was priceless. I just gave him a pissed stare and dropped the phone onto my stomach.

Feeling my embarrassment suddenly go off I sat up to change the topic. "You know my sisters number is in your phone for emergencies, not bullying. And you my friend, are harassing me right now ."

There was a moment of silence that scared me. Either he was holding something back or actually had to think of something good. "What now, you mean hoe..?"

"You look like a squirrel when you're embarrassed." He giggled over the phone.

As mentioned before we ironically had those cliche windows where we could see each other from next door, so I opened the window to give him a piece of me. Of course he was there smirking already

"You know, you're hurting my feelings. And I- I don't appreciate this." He was just leaning his soft face against his hand on the windowsill watching with his brows raised. God he's so intimidating sometimes and I don't know why.

"Ok you know what-." And I hung up the phone on him in front of his own face. "Now you can't say anything else, huh? Just try." I could feel my face blush a dark red with frustration and embarrassment toward my friend.

I mean I wasn't actually mad at him but he gets on my nerves by just looking at me. We just stared for a moment at each other. Me in full rage and him with the stupid smirk. If I could afford to buy him plastic surgery so he couldn't smirk I would do it myself.

"Hey, jisung." he finally said . Oh god what now. Cause dumbass me forgot he can talk through a window too. "What you idiot..." I rolled my eyes to the window next door.

"I love you~" He said as he blew a kiss. Yea that was it. I slammed the window shut and flopped into my bed, yelling into my big grey body pillow I always would sleep with.

Just yelling felt nice. It would rid me of the homo Lee Minho was attempting to fill me with. "You're totally gay." My stupid sister said standing in the door way.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM! KAT WHAT-" but she was gone in an instant before I could even reach the door. Her door was locked in defense but the laughter behind it was so obvious.

"You know what, I'm gonna fire you as my therapist!" I yelled to her. God she's so annoying.

I walked back to my room and gave a quick look out the window. I could see Minho, he was staring into the sky for some reason. It was snowing softly now. The first of the year.

I looked away before he caught me and laid down though. I was exhausted.

I picked up my small phone with it's clear case. Inside the case I kept a tiny photo of Minho, Kat, and I as little kids. We were teaching her how to draw in chalk.

Minho was good at it, but my little drawing of his one cat looked like it got hit by a bus. Kat eventually did become an artist. Minho too, but a music artist and not a traditional artist. And both are really good at it. I think I'm more of a writer.

I flipped the phone back over after a small moment of happy thoughts and smiling. Life was so much simpler as a kid. I miss it a lot. And with two years of high school left, I better get it together.

I sighed and placed my thumb print on my home button to unlock it. I went to call Minho again. It was easier than texting since I'm kind of bad with the slang people use.

It rang for a moment or two. Then a minute went by.... 'You're call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-"

I just threw the phone next to me. I looked around my room for a moment. A desk with a laptop. A closet of hoodies. And tons of pictures of Minho, Kat, Me, and everyone else. It was nice.

My phone buzzed a moment later. Another face time from Minho? But he just didn't answer ? I thought he hated me. I answered.

"Hey... sorry if I messed up earlier. You didn't have to call me back." I explained to him softly. He gave a smile back. It was actually kind of cute... it made me look away and blush a bit.

"I was just getting my guitar out... so I missed the buzz." Minho explained . He turned red and seemed kind of shy. His hand ran through his soft hair behind his head. It was beautiful. And not sure why I was paying attention to that?

"You working on another mixtape?" That's what he called his songs. He called them all his mixtapes. There were three at the moment, the second was my favorite. He'd let me sing along with him sometimes.

I put my phone down while he tuned his guitar and talked about writing a fourth mixtape. He took dance in school since he felt he didn't need a guitar class cause he was good enough. And he really is good at it. Everyone knows.

I was now settled down in bed, tucked under my blanket and holding my body pillow with one arm underneath and my head rested upon it. Before I could even ask him to play something he was already plucking the strings and chords with his fingers.

My favorite chords of course. It was Mixtape #2. He played it it for the first time ever for all nine of us. I think Emma and Kat were there too so maybe eleven. We had all helped add some words in and wrote it together.

It was his favorite thing to play us around the fire pit on nights of celebration or birthdays at his house. I closed my eyes and just listened to him sing. I think I fell asleep after my favorite part? I don't remember exactly. I just remembered him humming the words.

"One for the fame, one for the game..."