Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

9

"Train to Busan it is, since you actually have no taste in movies," I say, scrolling through Netflix to find the zombie movie.

Movies like this didn't bother me. I wasn't sure about Minho, but I loved horror movies. Even ones like these that weren't incredibly scary. This one just had a really nice storyline.

"Rude," he responds, plopping down on the couch and spreading out like a starfish.

"Do you want popcorn?" I question, not really in the mood for it, but the kind person I am, offering him some.

"No thanks, baby," he says, making a duck face before moving his gaze towards the tv.

I groan at him, "enough with the pet names, you flirt. Watch the damn movie."

"Watch the damn movie," he mocks, "angel, you should relax. That attitude is going to get you into trouble one day, and I'm going to laugh."

"Whatever, dad. I've gotten this far with it," I retort, looking at him before noticing he has a smirk on his face.

"That's daddy to you," he says, a smile growing further onto his face.

"Get out-" before I can finish my sentence, my phone begins to ring. "We'll finish this later."

I pick up my phone from the coffee table, checking the caller ID. It was my mom. It was also 7:30, meaning she was late.

"Hello?" I greet, standing up and moving into a different room so I wouldn't disturb the boy sitting on my couch while he was watching the movie.

"Jisung, I won't be coming home tonight. Your father and I have business to attend to this weekend. We won't be home until Sunday."

"Sunday? What kind of business takes two days? Where are-" she cuts me off, discarding my words like they weren't relevant.

"I'll talk to you later. Love you, bye." She doesn't even let me respond, hanging up immediately.

"Whatever," I mumble, feeling my happy emotions starting to detach from me. And they're gone again, like always. No wonder why I had so many issues.

At least I had Minho until tomorrow.

I walk back into the room where he was, setting my phone onto the table once again. The movie wasn't far from where I left it, only being a few minutes ahead.

"Are you okay?" the older questions, noticing my silence and grim expression.

"Yeah," I smile, sitting down on the other side of the couch. It was a small couch, so we weren't that far from each other.

Minutes passed of awkward silence, my shoulders tense. He suddenly stood up, making me question what he was doing. And then he sat on my lap. His butt was on my thighs, and his legs folded on either side of me making me blush.

"Oh my gosh- what are you doing? Get off-"

He wraps his arms around my neck while still being held by me like a baby, "I don't like seeing you sad. The only way to fix that is to annoy the shit out of you until you laugh."

"I'm not sad-"

"You are. I can feel it," he says, the weight getting heavier as he relaxed his body.

"How could I be sad with you around me?" I respond with a smile, my heart fluttering as he shifted closer to my face.

"Stop being such an angel and let me make you happy," he practically yells out, gripping my shoulders and shaking my body like a wet noodle.

"Then make me happy," I say, challenging him. There was no doubt that his little act was already warming my face and forcing me to hold back my smile. There was just something about him that I couldn't pinpoint.

"Close your eyes," he says, biting his lip. I tilt my head in confusion, wondering how closing my eyes would make me happy. I complied anyway, trusting whatever he was doing.