That's what you get.
Love You, Hate You.
Something is weird with you today. You don't eat properly, you don't speak to the members. You don't practice focused like you always do.
And because I'm the worrying hyung I stop you as you want to leave the practice room in a rush.
You look nervous, your eyes looking everywhere but at me.
“What's up with you today? You're acting weird.”
You start sweating even more than you did while practicing.
“No-nothing, hyung, wha-what do you mean by that?”
You try laughing your non-convincing answer off.
“Why can't you tell me about your problems, maknae? I thought I was your favorite hyung?”
You sigh.
“You are and... Actually there is a problem, but I can't tell you.”
“Just spill it out already!”
“Promise me you won't be angry.”
“I won't be angry. Now tell me.” Try to stay calm, Jiyong. Stay calm.
I wonder what you are hiding. From the way you look, totally nervous, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt... Don't tell me you are going to conf-
“I accidentally ripped your favorite pants.”
“Me too. I - ” Wait. This wasn't a confession of love. “WHAT?”
“I'm sorry, hyung, don't hit me!”
“YOU RIPPED MY FAVORITE PANTS?!”
“Hyung, what did you mean by 'me too' by the way? I looked into my wardrobe, my pants aren't ripped.”
“I just thought you would confess something else to me.”
You smile a knowing smile.
“Not yet, hyung”, I barely hear you mumble.
“Aish, you're just wasting my time.”
With that I turn to you, press you against the couch we're sitting on and kiss you full on the lips.
That's what you get for making me wait.
And ripping my pants.
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A/N: Is this what they call crack? :D There you go, exactly 301 words.
I'm out of stories now... hmm maybe my muse will come back tonight :)
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