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hey you
-simpers, giving a wave- Hey you to you too.
UGLY DIMSUM I HAVE A QUESTION
WHAT IS IT???
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DON'T BE MEAN TO JACKSON, ugly dimsum. B)
I DO WHAT I WANT
Ay, Shawteh~!
‘Happy birthday to me,’ I thought as I started on the small bowl of ramen for one.
I was positive that I was being unnecessarily pessimistic. Mina came by with her present and a small cake, ‘serenaded’ me with birthday songs (her words, not mine), treated me to a day at Lotte World, brought me back home, made me open my present from her (a flash drive that looked like a cat), and then offered to make dinner – which I ‘politely’ declined.
“Fuck no.”
“Aw, c’mon! It’s your birthday!”
“You make breakfasts, Mina – your meals for any other parts of the day are less than good.”
“Breakfast for dinner is always nice…”
“Why don’t you just settle for the awesome day that you already gave me?”
With an exaggerated sigh she told me, “Fine. Do you at least want me to stick around?”
“You’ve done more than enough for me today.”
As great as Mina made my day, I feel like there was one thing missing… I sighed and turned off the heat on the stove, pouring my ramen into a bowl – but I almost dropped the pot in surprise when I heard a sudden knocking on my door. I brightened up; maybe he hadn’t forgotten!
I quickly poured the rest of my ramen into the bowl and hurried to the door, yanking it open with a smile on my face – which promptly disappeared.
“Ey, Shawteh…” Zico slurred before letting out a small burp.
“Jiho, what are you doing?” I gaped in disbelief, gesturing at my boyfriend; he was sprawled out directly across the hall from my apartment door, propped up against the wall with his legs spread out and arms stretched out over his lap. I noticed an empty beer bottle in his hand and glared at him. “You skipped my birthday to get drunk?”
“B-birthday…?” He mumbled, his eyes looking bleary as his head drooped to the side. “I’m sorry, baby…” he slurred again, his eyes fluttering closed and his mouth hanging open. I sighed and shook my head, stepping out of my apartment so that I could struggle to heave him up and drag him in, gracefully dropping him on my couch.
“What am I going to do with you, Woo Jiho?” I sighed as I shook my head and went back to the kitchen counter to get my ramen.
“I’m sorry…” I barely heard him say.
“It’s fine,” I told him while shaking my head again.
“No, it’s not,” he whined. “I’m a horrible boyfriend! I’m a horrible friend, I’m a horrible leader -”
“Jiho, shut up,” I told him sternly as I walked around the couch and sat down on the floor next to it. “You’re just beating yourself up because you’re a depressed drunk.” He made another whimpering noise and closed his eyes, looking like he was about to cry. “Jiho…” I cooed, putting down my ramen and patting his head, dropping it moments later – he was already asleep. I just shook my head and went to get a cup of water and some aspirin to leave on the coffee table hear him and an extra blanket to put on top of him.
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The next morning, I woke up to the familiar smell of bacon and eggs cooking. I sat up slowly and looked at my bedside clock with bleary eyes.
10:33
It took a moment for the time to sink in before I let out a loud yelp and lunged out of bed, hauling ass to grab some clothes. I wouldn’t have time to shower, which means I would look like hell – but before I had a chance to put anything on, the door opened and Jiho strolled in with a bright smile on his face, looking completely fine.
“’Morning, sleeping beauty,” he greeted me with a wide grin – one that I had missed for a long time.
“Jiho, what -”
“I’m good at acting, huh?” He rocked on his heels and continued to grin – and I continued to stare at him in disbelief. “Don’t worry about work or school – I called your boss and told him that you would be missing today because you ate too much yesterday and weren’t feeling well, and then I asked Mina to go to your school and see your teachers about your homework.”
“But… but… but…” I was still confused as hell; he walked over to me and pulled me into a hug, kissing the top of my head – despite my horrible morning-hair.
“I missed your birthday yesterday because I was too busy working,” he told me, resting his chin on my head and rocking us from side-to-side. “So, I figured that I would surprise you today!” He stepped back and spread his arms wide, grinning like a dumbass.
“So… what did you do?” I asked him slowly. His eyes lit up and he grabbed my hand, dragging me out of my room and into the kitchen; set up on the table was a plate full of scrambled eggs, another plate of bacon next to it, a full glass of orange juice, and a vase with a flower in it, a small pile of boxes right behind the thin vase. “Where did you get all of this?” I gestured at the table in disbelief.
“Last night all I had to drink was that bottle of beer you saw in my hand,” he told me as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me. “Just enough so that I smelled drunk, and then I pretended to be asleep until after you went to bed; then I snuck into your room and turned off your alarm so that you wouldn’t wake up until closer to ten -”
“How did you know I wouldn’t wake up until closer to ten?” I turned around and hugged him, quickly melting in his arms because I knew where his explanation was going.
“That’s always the time you wake up when you don’t set your alarm – anyways,” he paused and winked at me before turning me around and pushing me into the chair. “Kyung and the other guys showed up around nine with stuff to make you breakfast and the rest of their presents - I’m taking you by the dorm for dinner, since Kyung wanted to make you something.” The more he explained, the more I felt like I was going to cry; he noticed and crouched down next to me, looking concerned. “D-don’t you like it…?” He mumbled, looking insecure.
“I love it!” I assured him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and nearly falling out of the chair as I leaned towards him and started kissing his face and head repeatedly. “So, what’re we doing today?”
“Well, Mina told me that she already took you to Lotte World -”
“Mina was in on this?” I yelped as I shot up in my chair. Jiho nodded and hummed as he got up and pulled up a chair so that he was sitting next to me.
“Since me and the guys were busy all day yesterday, I asked her to make sure that she kept your mind off of us – that way we could spoil you today!”
“I really fucking love you guys,” I sniffed, wiping my eyes.
“The guys really fucking love you, too,” he told me with a smile before slinging his arm around my shoulders and leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek. “But I love you the most.”
“I love you the most, too.”
HERE'S SOME DIRTY SHIT IN YO ASK BOX LADY! 20, 24, 38, 44, 48, 50, 55! HAVE FUN! XD
20. Favorite flavor of ice cream.
Chocolate chip cookie dough; I could eat pints of that stuff and not get tired of it.
24. I'll love you if...
You're genuinely nice to me and talk to me a lot; talking to me a lot makes me grow fond of you, which in turn leads to love - and it makes me feel speshur.
38. My idea of the perfect date.
Two choices: 1) A long walk on the beach at night, either in silence or talking about mutual interests, or 2) a night at home, cooking dinner together (or he cooks for me) more talk of mutual interests/things like that, and a movie or two. And cuddling. Lots of cuddling.
44. What I can hear right now.
The sweet sound of silence - and my own typing.
48. Something I've wished for repeatedly.
A body that can fit into size four pants or smaller - wait, no! A bra that fits at a decent price.
50. What words make me the best about myself.
... I have no idea what that means. Reasons why grammar is important.
55. What words upset me the most.
Any slurs that are used to demean a group of people based on race, sex/gender, sexual/gender orientation, mental health, or any other type of attribute that is out of an individual's control.
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