•unused chapter from a book of mine•
"Ah, I'm starving," Minho responds, giggling a bit as he rubs his covered tummy.
"What would you like? We have ramen-"
"Angel," he stops me, making my face bloom pink to red in a matter of seconds. "Ramen sounds lovely."
"I hate you," I say, covering my flushed face while walking towards the direction of the kitchen.
Abruptly, my phone starts ringing. I pull it out of my pocket, checking to see who was calling. It was my mother. Before answering, I check the time. 7:30. She's late.
"Hello?" I answer, holding the phone to my ear and multitasking by also searching through the cupboard for ramen.
"I picked up a shift tonight. I won't be home until Sunday morning," she explains, my eyes widening when she says Sunday.
"Sunday? Mom, it's Friday. You can't just-" She cuts me off, my concerned words being discarded.
"We've been having problems. I'll see you later. Love you, bye." She hung up the phone without me being able to respond. The way she said it made me worry. Even if she had problems at work, it would only last the night. I was curious behind the real reason she was staying two days over there. That's 100% not normal.
I shake my head, reeling my thoughts back in. I put my phone on the counter, ignoring the dread in my stomach that I would have to be home by myself with my dad.
"Are you okay?" Minho questions, popping into my view after I had turned away from him.
"Yeah," I smile, continuing to make the ramen for five more minutes before handing him the bowl. "There you go, rat."
"Thank you, angel," he says, brushing off the rude nickname has called him.
"Oh my gosh, you're making me feel bad for calling you a rat. Enough with the pet names," I throw my hands up in the air, feeling defeated.
"What do you want me to call you? JisUng? That's stupid," he pouts, setting the ramen on the counter since we hadn't moved places.
"Mean ass hoe. Meanhoe. Memehoe. Uglyhoe. I like that one," I say as I play with his name
"You pronounced it wrong. It's dad-dy," he words carefully, making me glare at him.
"Kinky hoe. I've settled on that," I say, having an expression of disgust on my face.
"Okay, baby boy. Angel. Little bitch," he responds with a laugh.
"Moving on," I say, walking past him, "what movie do you want to watch, daddy?"
He chokes on the ramen for a few seconds before being able to swallow it, breathing in heavily as he stares at me with disbelief.
"You little bastard," he growls, knowing I called him that on purpose to make him choke.
"Wow, daddy, already choking for me?" I bat my eyelashes, a smug grin on my face.
He mumbles something under his breath before eating more of his ramen. I laugh, coming up next to him and wrapping my arm around his shoulders.
"What movie do you want to watch?" I ask again, watching as he slurps up the noodles.
Damn. His lips... are quite attractive. What the fuck are you thinking, Jisung? That's gay. No shit. Don't expose yourself.
"Jisung, hey!" Minho yells, catching my attention after he elbows me gently.
"What?"
"I was talking to you, dude," he says, looking at me with question in his eyes.
"Wow, dude-zoned already? That stings," I say, lifting my arm to put my hand over my heart.
"Whatever, little boy. I said do you want to watch Train to Busan?" he questions, making me peel away from him.
"Sure, I'll go set it up."
•How was this?•
