Golden Child Short Stories

Musical Prodigy Part 2

Part 2 of Musical Prodigy...
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how did u get this number

I said I would find a way.

well delete it

I can't and I won't.

that's creepy

Not the point. Can we talk?

why and why would I wanna talk to u

It's important. And, we still have to do the project. I said on Saturday we'd start.

...

So, come over at my place?

no

Okay, your place? Got it. I'll be there.

wat??? no

joochan??

I SAID NO

What the?? Is he really coming over??
I scurry in my sheets getting tangled in the process.
I hate him to my core so I don't know why I'm cleaning up for him when I can't even clean up for my parents when they tell me to.

I jump from place to place gathering things and hiding them in my closet.
I find a pair of boxers on the floor and sniff it. Clean.
I dress out of my tank top and my shorts, and put a sweater on, as well as some sweatpants.
After making my bed up and adjusting my hair I run down the stairs and anxiously wait for his arrival.

God, I'm nervous.
I've never had anyone over.
So, I don't know how to make my guest feel welcomed or give a first good impression in my own house.
I pace back and forth in the living room.
Playing with my fingers inside of my pockets.
Why am I anxious? Is it because of Joochan? Is it because I punched him last week, so I'm worried how things will go down?

*Knock Knock*
I stop my finger-nail biting and dash to the door.
After inhaling and exhaling I peak through the peep hole.
There he is...Joochan.
He looked almost identical to me.
I was surprised. I've never seen him in such a baggy, and casual outfit.
I guess I'm used to only seeing him with his formal attire at school. Classy, and preppy.
Though it was rejoicing to see Joochan look like that one hobo that you spotted on your way to the supermarket, I kind of missed the 'annoying-as-hell-crowd pleaser.' He looked so different from his usual self.
Hands in his pockets, white Nike's, gray hoodie, hair messy, and striped sweat pants.
Can't deny that he had style.

I unlock the door and slowly open it.
His head lifted and his face lightened when he saw me.
Guess he wasn't mad.
"What..?"
"I didn't expect you'd let me in. Let alone answer."
"Well, I didn't exactly agree that you could come over." I say blatantly.
"Well..," he begins, again swinging from left to right, hands still in his pockets.
He shrugs.
"Can I come in?"
"I don't know...what if I end up crying while we're alone? What'll I do?" I squint my eyes at him out of teasing suspicion, obviously hinting at what he did to Yuna on Tuesday.
His mouth corners into an amused smirk.
"What? Why would I make you cry? I have nothing against you."
My face blanks for a moment before my mouth agapes at the sudden thought.
"Alright, so we're gonna completely forget the fact that my fist came into contact with your face last week?" I ask him, but he shoves me and walks past.

Hong Joochan in my house out of all people.
Here I am and here he is.
Sitting on the couch, several inches apart.
We both sat in the same position.
Hunched over, elbows resting on our knees, thinking deeply.

I wasn't thinking of anything, though. I was just bored.
Joochan seemed to be thinking up a storm.
His eyebrows would crunch as if an idea was dismissed or his eyes would grow if the idea just might work.
But, what ideas are we talking about?