A tale of a guy named Haechan falling for a girl who's a year older than him.
Also a tale of that girl falling for him as well.
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Han Minyoung grew up with Haechan and always viewed him as a brother, when one night everything changes and she sudde...
Slowly my eyelids open, squinting as the light fills my vision.
"Minyoungie get up! Haechan is here!" I hear my brothers voice sound from downstairs. I groan, not wanting to get out of my blanket burrito I've gotten myself into throughout the night.
I lay in my bed, staring at my ceiling — trying to decide if I should tell Haechan the news today or wait. I mean we only just started dating, I don't want to ruin that happiness at the beginning of the relationship. That's just unfair.
I'm startled when my door opens, Haechan pokes his head in. "Ten hyung told me to come up" he says, smiling as he comes in.
"What if I was changing? You didn't even knock" I say as I sit up, looking towards Haechan.
"I'm your boyfriend though, should it matter?" He asks, laying down in front of me on my bed.
"Wah so shameless" I chuckle as I shake my head.
"You should brush your hair, it doesn't look good" he laughs and points at my hair.
"Maybe because I just woke up, get used to it honey because you'll see it a lot" I flick his forehead, I looked around him and into my mirror across the room.
My hair looks like a mess, I had moved my head a lot last night so it's matted into weird positions.
"Oh will I? Can I wake up next to it?" He asks, giving me a suggestive look.
"Yah! Get your head out of the gutter" I take a pillow and throw it at him, he catches it — throwing his head back in laughter.
"So I bet you're wondering why I showed up~" he says as he gets up, picking up my brush from my dresser and bringing it back to me.
"Something tells me it's not because you wanted to see your amazing girlfriend and make her breakfast" I mutter, taking the brush from him.
"We're going on a road trip~~" he sing songs, ignoring what I said as he grabs my backpack and goes to my dresser.
"Oh- which drawers should I avoid? I'll pack your things for you while you get ready" he asks, pointing towards my dresser.
"The top two" I say as I brush my hair, starting from the bottom and working my way up.
"Okay~" he sing songs, opening up a drawers and taking stuff out.
"Are you just going to sit there and admire me or are you actually gonna go get ready?" He asks, looking at me in the mirror.
I give him a look and get up, I grab the outfit I put out the night before — which was just black shorts and a white tee.
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