My Mr. Fvckboy | h.js |

4.2

Y/n's POV

I've been talking to the guy from the store for a while, at the same time as balancing a second life as a failing student. It's a rough, I know.

I am actually currently getting ready to actually hang out with him in person, how exciting.

"I need help picking an outfit" I tell Minho as he walks into my room, after I texted him over a million messages for 'help'

"For what?" he hops onto my bed before getting extra comfy. He's probably gonna take a nap here after I go.

"Remember? I'm hanging out with my friend, Joowon" I say, my voice slightly muffled from having my head stuffed into my closet, rummaging for something.

"Oh right, your date" he says, turning over onto his side so he's facing my direction.

"It's not a date" I groan out because he can't see the annoyance on my face, because it is still in my closet.

I pause all my actions to think.

Is it.. is it a date? I mean he didn't exactly ask me if I wanted to go on a date he just asked if I wanted to catch a movie and maybe get something to eat but .. is it a date??

"Are you having a stroke? What are you doing?" Minho asks with a mouth full of.. wait when did he get food?!

"Nothing just thinking about something" I say, failing on looking for whatever I was looking for. I've already forgotten by now. Memory of a goldfish.

I show my outfits to Minho and he alters them in ways he knows I'd like, truly knows me better than I know myself, before letting me pick which I'd like to wear. I pick the one that is most comfortable for long term.

"When is he coming?" Minho sits back down onto my bed after helping me for the past 20 minutes.

"Coming? Oh no, he isn't picking me up. I'm just gonna meet him there" I say, making sure I look presentable before starting to leave.

"Meet him there? Red flag if I ever saw one"

"Shut up, I suggested it" I roll my eyes.

"And he didn't insist? wooww"

"He did, but I just ended up insisting more, and I won"

"No such thing" he wags his finger in my face.

I swat his hand away, "You're being a tad dramatic, don't you think?"

"Not one bit" he crosses his arms.

"I don't want him knowing my address either, considering I don't know him that well"

"You're right actually, good job, for once" he sarcastically congratulates me on having common sense.

"Hmm," I put on a bitter smile, "Well I'm gonna go, okay, I'll see you in a bit. I'll update you to let you know I didn't get kidnapped" I say, wiggly my fingers as a goodbye to him.

"And clean up any mess you make in my room, and maybe clean up some of my mess while you're at it" I yell while going down the stairs.

Don't have to worry about my parents, already asked them about a week's in advance, as I have to.

As I'm making my way to the movie theater, I am also making myself very nauseous of the thought of whether or not it's a date, and about the face this will probably be very awkward. It'll be my fault for awkwardness too.

Once I walk in, the feeling of my stomach being down to my ass gets more prominent.

I search for what he said he'd be wearing, and once I found him I had to get all my courage to wave my hand and get his attention.