Hoodie Season WIP (Lee Minho)
“We have this conversation every time. Yes.”
“No, and that’s because you won’t admit that you’re wrong,” you huff, biting back the urge to stick your tongue out at your best friend. You refuse to stoop down to his level.
“Because I’m not? Just accept it, zip-ups are better,” Minho shrugs, lightly bumping his shoulder into yours. Or at least what he thinks is lightly before he watches you stumble sideways onto the strip of grass next to the sidewalk.
Catching yourself, you whip your head back towards public enemy #1 and glare at the sheepish smile he gives as the two of you continue walking. To where, you have no clue. You don’t even think he knows. Minho just texted you to be ready in ten minutes and wear something warm for another Saturday afternoon of following wherever your best friend’s feet decide to take you.
But let’s not forget the very important topic at hand.
“Hoodies are superior and I will not entertain any other viewpoint,” you declare, fiddling with your warm and comfortable and warm, and, oh, did you already mention warm hoodie's drawstrings.
“What happened to your goal of being a more open-minded person this year?”
“That’s besides the point. This is entirely different,” you dismiss with a wave of your hand. The chilled wind nips at your fingers before you bury them deep into the front pocket of your hoodie.
“Sure it is,” Minho drawls, ignoring the not-so-subtle side eye you throw at him, “Okay, I’ll humor you this time then. Why are hoodies, in your misguided judgment, so much better?”
Note: WIP that idek when I’ll get finished but here’s what to expect when I gain freedom from uni
I’d appreciate any thoughts, positive or negative because tbh I need to feel something about this writing