growing pains | minsung

[ six ] things have changed for me

i didn't reply but got up to let him in.

"i'm starting to think you're right about hyunjin being annoying," is the first thing i decided to say.

except this was the least annoying thing hyunjin had done since i had met him.

"i pick up on aura's well. i should tarot read," he replied, but it didn't have much bite to it. if anything, he looked apologetic.

could he feel bad? did he think he was bothering me?

it was slightly awkward; i didn't think either of us knew exactly where to take this. should i invite him to watch a movie with me? why wasn't hyunjin home yet, anyway?

we ended up hanging awkwardly in the middle of the room.

minho had decided now was the time to be shy, which i didn't really appreciate. i found it so much easier to be more energetic and friendly when the people around me were that way; i didn't think i was introverted or extroverted - more like i matched energy.

i sucked it up and initiated something, anyway, "hyunjin should be home soon. you can watch a movie with me if you like while we wait? 'twas about to watch spirited away."

he smiled; nodded.

"a man of taste," he observed.

"it's still a great movie," i agreed, proud of myself for moving the conversation along.

i got back to my spot on the bed and patted the space next to me, motioning for him to join.

"i even have wholemeal bread," i enticed, chucking him a slice.

he took the slice and tore pieces off, putting them in his mouth.

"say no more."

we were both squished up on my bed.

i was squished up on my too-small bed with a random hot guy.

no longer shirtless, but i liked to think the proximity counteracted that.

minho had disregarded his shyness and didn't mind making himself comfortable. he shuffled until somehow he was the one taking up most of the space and made it so that i was either subject to being pressed against the wall or leaning on him.

he wasn't dumb, he could tell i was considering my options.

he smirked and patted his shoulder annoyingly, "don't be shy," he teased.

annoying. annoying. annoying.

i shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal; i buried my head deeper in his chest for emphasis, almost challenging him with my eyes as i did so.

"aw, jisungie loves cuddles!" minho exclaimed; all high-pitch, annoying.

i regretted how i wanted to coax him out of his awkward silence before.

"the only thing jisungie loves more is watching spirited away in silence," i deadpanned, still intent on watching the movie.

and we did.

for a solid twenty seconds.

"how old are you?" minho asked me randomly.

"eighteen, you?"

he hummed, "i'm twenty."

"do you have a job?" i asked, adding to the string of questions.

"i guess," he sighed, and i raised an eyebrow. that wasn't an answer.