Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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"Are you seriously pouting right now?" I question, not having seen this side of Minho before.

He looks at me before focusing his gaze back on the empty plate. He huffs, making me bite my lip in order not to laugh.

God, he's adorable.

"Alright fine, I'll give you a kiss," I stomp in defeat, trudging over to him and leaning down. My lips land on his pink tinted cheek, and that's enough to make him smile again.

"Brat," I mumble, picking up his plate and putting it in the sink. I roll up my sweatshirt sleeves, turning on the water in order to wash the dishes.

"Ah ah ah, no. I'll do that, angel," he bounces over, shoving me with his hip to move me.

"Agh, this is my house. You're the guest. You're not supposed to-"

"Meh meh meh, I don't hear a thank you," he mocks, glancing at me.

"You're so different from when I first met you," I say, not realizing it sounded a bit rude.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He looks at me with a face full of attitude.

"Ah! That's not what I meant! I meant you're more... affectionate than I thought. At school, you're really intimidating. We talked and joked around a lot, but that's different from now. I don't think anyone would really expect this kind of spark from you," I explain, leaning on the counter behind me.

"Well it's school. I don't know. I just don't like being myself at school. I feel like I'd be too much for people," he says, rinsing off the dishes before drying off his own hands.

"Oh," I nod along, not sure what to say. I'm not me at school either. I lie a lot, I bite my tongue, I hide what I'm really feeling.

Friday had been the day I broke a part of my shell. When I yelled at Kyungho. When I cried in front of everybody. That's the scary part. It wasn't just in front of Minho or the bully. It was everyone that was around me. They saw. They recorded it. It's out there now.

Luckily, it was only my feelings about Kyungho and not about everything else. I couldn't imagine what would've happened if I slipped something out. How would my friends look at me? How would my family look at me? Knowing that I lie to their faces everyday.

"Angel? Are you okay?" The older questions, grasping my hand in his.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm good. Sorry," I chuckle, "just got lost in thought."

He looks at me skeptically, but shrugs it off, "I have to go home to get some clothes for today and tomorrow. I'll be about half an hour. Can you survive without me for that long?"

"Pft, I've been surviving without you for this long. Thirty minutes will be nothing."

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