"Min, I really don't wanna do anything today," I pout at the boy who was trying to take me shopping for some apparent reason.
"Angel, come on. You've had a rough few weeks, let me make it better. We can go anywhere you want today. Please, let's go," he begs, grasping my hand and kissing the back of it as if I was a prince.
I huff is defeat, knowing he'd end up dragging me along anyway, "fine. Let me change and I'll meet you downstairs."
"Can't I just watch?" He continues to push, tilting his head like a dog.
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Get out, you pervert," I laugh, pushing his shoulder toward the door.
"You're evil," he glares, sulking on the way out.
"Perfect, that's exactly how I want to be," I smile in victory, winking at him before shutting the door.
When he's gone, I shuffle through my closet, wanting to look cute today. I find a red and black striped shirt, unsure of the design. I shrug, throwing it on my bed and looking for some black cargo pants. I grab a black hat too, not bothering to mess with my rats nest.
Once I'm finished dressing, I jog down the stairs, looking for my dog of a boyfriend. I whistle, turning my head to look in the kitchen. He looks up at me in fright with fruit loops stuck to his lips. He quickly puts the cereal back, walking toward me sheepishly.
I reach up and pick the loop off of his lips — that he was unaware of — and eat it myself.
"That was hot."
I roll my eyes, "you think everything is either hot or cute. Choose one."
"I can't, you pull off both," he laughs, kissing my cheek. "Come on, lessa go."
"I'm gonna make a meme out of that and you're not going to like it," I sass, walking after him through the front door; my parents were still asleep, so I didn't have to lock it.
"Do whatever you want, baby. As long as you're happy," he opens my door for me, closing it once my legs were in.
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"Where to first?" I ask. His hand rested on top of my thigh, my own hand caressing his.
"The mall?" He suggests, not liking to have to bicker about where we're going. I'm a 'I don't care' person, so thankfully, he's not.
"Sounds good," I smile, "your music or mine?"
"3rach-"
"Twice, it is. What Is Love? is now playing," I narrate, cranking the volume up high.
Minho laughs at my embarrassment and begins to sing along with me, bopping his head while being a safe driver.
The entire drive was fun, as it always is. Both of us were smiling, happy with one another. It felt like I was in a perfect world when I was with him. No troubles being thought about. No issues being discussed. And no tears.
Just smiles.
That's all I really needed to keep going. Some might say I'm too dependent. I had insecurity issues when it came to being dependent. But I'm not dependent. I just know — sometimes — when I need to ask for help. Or the help ends up finding it's way to me.
Either way, I'm happy.
So none of that matters right now. The only thing that matters right now is him, and I plan to focus on only that.
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