Lovesick Girls

Chapter 1: Maybe It's All Just For A Moment

                                          Rosé
                      October 3rd - 9:50 pm

I laid in bed as it was raining outside our apartment. The covers warmed me as I waited for Minho to come to bed. He was playing a video game on his PlayStation, Uncharted or something.
       He didn't get off work until five and it took him over an hour to get home. So after supper he gets to do as he pleased. I had hoped maybe we'd have fun in bed. Cuddle. Kiss. Play around. The stuff couples do.
       But lately that wasn't it.
       We hadn't done much of that in a few months. I work, but it's from home. It's mostly design work on websites and graphic design. Mostly it keeps be busy, but I got a some time to myself today. I got to clean and make a reasonable dinner.
       I dote on Minho, but he never dotes on me.
       Most the time I don't let it bother me. I'd watch a  videos on YouTube or a movie on Netflix. Maybe even play a game on my phone if I was bored enough.
       Tonight though, it really annoyed me a lot.
       My inner Aquarius came out in spurts. Dropping and breaking my favorite mug? Cuss him out. Not putting my clothes in the washing machine? A small smack in the side of his head. Going out and getting drunk with his friends? I text him to go and stay with them, dead bolting the front door.
      Any of that though subsided with him as if it had never happened. So why couldn't I let it go? I never had let it go.
        Ping
      Minho's phone sounded on his nightstand, charging.
       I flip over at it, brushing back my pink dyed hair. A thing he didn't like. He liked my natural color. He liked me in "appropriate" attire. He liked me as a "classic" girl. Of course I found that bullshit, but he didn't. And I, the doting girlfriend did as he pleased.
       I really felt like I shouldn't, however.
       Ping
       Who the hell is that? I shouted in my head, not wanting to aware Minho for some gut reasoning.
       When I glanced over gain, his phone stayed lite up and I could see it was a name I hadn't recognized. That was odd to me, since he didn't have many friends. So I sat up.
        Grabbing his phone, I pressed the home button and found the message was from a random number. He didn't have a name for this person. But I could read the short message.
       I got a surprise.
       The hell?, I grumbled in my mind as I typed in Minho's birthday; he had said he was shit at remembering his passwords, so it was always his birthday. Unfortunately for him, it was in his phone.
        Opening the text message screen, I tapped on the photos attached. My stomach sunk.
        In his phone was a nude image of a girl with dyed blonde hair, dark lipstick, a gothic looking choker with a cameo dangling on the chain and a odd looking septum ring in her small nose. I didn't look down after I saw the first picture.
        It seemed that he had gotten more as I went back and saw his history. This girl showed more skin than I do. Even when we strip on the way to the bed. And she didn't seemed to not crop out her head, meaning she likely wasn't ashamed by what she was doing.
        Ping
        A text came in on another feed. So I back out and looked at the text.
        Wanna grab lunch tomorrow?
        This only had a number instead of a name as well. It had photos on there were of another girl as well. Not nude, but not leaving much to the imagination.
        She had short bob hairstyle and a foreign face structure to our korean looks. Her skin was a little tan, barely covered by a black bra with lace details and a leather mini skirt. Her heels were cute though, black Chanel ankle boots with a chunky heel and a chain attached with the logo. But other than that, I was pissed oddly her.
        Who the hell were these girl?
         I hade to know if this was it. If these were all the girls in his DMs. My blood was boiling now.
         I backed out and looked for any other numbers without a name and it took two seconds to find it; it was under my name, ironically.
         Maybe that was the hierarchy of which girl he cared about more than the others. Or who showed most skin. Maybe even both not knowing any better.
          Tapping on her feed, it was just one message and a photo of a girl with a hoodie on, crying. She had on a red shirt under the jacket and a miss matching plaid skirt. The camera was above head as she looked off, away from the camera. It looks staged like that.
          Please, text me back! PLEASE! 😭
          This girl seemed to be upset my Minho. But why? Did she too feel like he was ignoring her? Not caring for her feelings? Doting in him and he deleting her text?
Since there was only the picture and the following message, I assumed that was the case.
          Why were any of these girls on his phone?
          I really wanted to ask him. I really wanted to yell and scream and fuss. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to cry out, just like the other girl. I wanted to know everything.
          But I couldn't, not until I could get an answer from these girls. So I let my fingers do the talking.
          Hey, can you meet me tomorrow at lunch? I want to talk to you about something. I had wrote in a group message, hoping it wouldn't show up on their phones. I wanted to break the news to them.
         And with clock work, three massages came in suddenly, all saying something along the lines of "see you then".  And I got it done not a moment too soon.    
       Minho had come in, finding me pretending to sleep, his phone back in charge.
           He stripped to his underwear and he got into bed, turning the lights off and cuddling into me, being the big spoon as he always was.
          If only he knew what his little spoon was up too.