inside my head

thoughts: 7

"dad, this is a misunderstanding." i widened my eyes.

then he just hanged up on me. what the heck. how would he think kim mingyu was my boyfriend?

did mingyu said that to him?

if he did, that little piece of shit.
i lifted myself up from the chair.

"sorry sounyoung, i need to get going." pushing in the chair, he showed a pout.

"already?" sounyoung whined.

"um. we can hang out tomorrow as a return?" i suggested.

his face brightened up. phew, thank goodness.

i said goodbye to him and turned towards the door.

someone flung it open. scared me to death. it came out of nowhere.

"yah, what are you doing here?" i yelled at mingyu. yes, it was him. "i thought you already went home!"

he didn't reply on the question i asked him.

instead, he looked behind me. his eyes landing on that guy, soonyoung.

"who's he?" mingyu asked.

"soonyoung from the class 2-0." i said.

"i'll bring you home, okay?" he grabbed my hands. putting it around his arm.

what the hell? what is he doing?

we both left the library. i felt kinda bad for soonyoung.

ehhh. mingyu didn't even bother to talk even a single word.

right after we left.

"kim ming-" i got cut off.

"why do you call me by my full name?" we stopped walking.

"oh, i didn't know it was illegal." i sarcastically replied.

he turned away then kinda dragged me with him.

my hand weren't around his arm anymore.

he was holding it now.

its cold. his hands are cold.

"hey, your hands are cold." i pointed at it.

he let out a little laugh looking back at me then faced the front afterwards.

well, that gave me some feels. to be honest.

"that's why im holding your hands." he said.

shit..

• • • •
long hiatus for
no reason.

-lian