2 Cups of Coffee

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Minhyuk POV:

"You know she was only talking to you because you're handsome, right?" Jinyoung pointed out to me as we walked outside.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Sometime I wonder how you two make it being so handsome" Chris stated.

"Hey don't put yourself down like that bro," Jinyoung said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, you're good-looking...sometimes," I reassured him, sarcastically. 

I chugged my iced coffee and threw it in the nearest trash before we got on the train. My name is Park Minhyuk (you may hear them calling me 'Min' or 'Hyuck', dats me). I am a Korean high school student (age 16) who is addicted to coffee. I have  brown hair, brown eyes, dimples and I am 6'1". I am currently wearing skinny jeans with rips in the knees and a grey T-shirt that says 'BOY' on the front in big black letters (to remind everyone I'm a boy). For shoes I am wearing Adidas sneakers, the ones with the 3 lines on the side, my lines are black.

Lee Jinyoung (16), our 'responsible friend' and my cousin. He has short black hair, blue eyes and truly the best looking out of all of us. He's wearing black shorts with a navy blue 'Polo" shirt and also 'Adidas" shoes like mine.

Chris Barry (bee boy for a nickname sometimes), a 15 year old transfer student. He has light green hair with brown eyes. He's wearing basketball shorts with a T-shirt and 'Adidas' slides. He and I were the 'irresponsible ones'. 

We rode the train until we got to my stop where I waved goodbye to them and climbed out of the train. I walked out of the train station and onto the not-so-busy street. There were just a couple of people coming home early as it was 5:30 on a Friday. I walked 4 blocks down and 2 blocks up where a big building stood. It was pretty hard to find an apartment directly in Seoul, South Korea, but since my Mother and Father have great paying jobs we can live in Seoul, that also means I go to one of the 'hardest-to-get-in' high schools.

I walked into the lobby where I was greeted by the doorman and the valet driver. After replying to their greetings the doorman pressed the elevator button for me, but I refused to ride the elevator today so I started the walk upstairs. This building is used for apartments and hotel rooms. Yes, we do technically live in a hotel.

Once I got to the 7th floor, I used my key to open the door and walked in. At one end of the long room we have a big window with a great view of Seoul. The other end, near the doorway is the kitchen, we don't have a big kitchen, but it's fine for 3 people and sometimes only 2. My mother works overseas a lot, she works with an animal orphanage where she goes overseas and to care for minor-ly hurt animals, or if they were majorly hurt she brings them back to Seoul. My father is a doctor in Seoul. 

I went to my room and sat down to finish up some overdue homework. 

STuDY SeSsioN!!

"Minhyuk! I'm home!" my mother called from the kitchen a couple hours later.

"Okay, I'm in my room," I said.

She walked in and rolled her eyes.

"Minhyuk, how many times do I have to tell you to clean your room? Look at this pigsty!" she said picking up some dirty clothes.

"Y'know if you never came in here you would never have to see my room a mess," I said.

"Don't be sarcastic with me and clean your room, honey," she said and walked out.

I ran a hand through my hair and got up to work on my room. After moving tons of stuff around my room and putting the dirty clothes in the hamper next to my door, I sat on my bed and scrolled through Instagram.