Flashback

“Nope!” You shook your head violently and stuck both your index fingers in each ear. “Lalalala, I can’t hear you!” Kim Jongin narrowed his eyes and tried to pry away your fingers from your ears.

“Oh come on!” He piped up. You closed your eyes daring not to look at him. “You’ll have fun. I know you can hear me.” You stuck your tongue out at him and turned around. He came up in front of you and stuck out his lower lip.

You take your fingers out of your ears, squinting your eyes at him. Maybe you were being immature, maybe it would be good for you. “Please? That’s all I ask! Come to my birthday party.” He pleaded and intertwined his fingers together. “For me?”

You look at him and your eyes softened. Why didn’t you want to go to his party? Well, it’s because there will be a whole bunch of popular kids who make fun of you for a living. Jongin was beyond popular. Everyone knew him; everyone knew you also for being his fat ugly best friend. No one never knows why.

You sigh, “Alright. Fine, I’ll go to your stupid birthday party.” You watch as your best friend jump up in glee. You couldn’t help but laugh, he was so excited. You shook your head and walked passed him heading home from school.

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You sit on a stool in the basement of Jongin’s house. Your elbows were on the counter and you watched the Birthday boy laugh with three other girls around him.  What a player. You scoff and your eyes drifted to another group of girls whispering loud enough for you to hear them. Their eyes were toward you as they cup their hands to each other’s ears.

“God,” One girl said, “I don’t even know why Jongin Oppa would invite her here.” You lowered your head, bringing your chin to the counter. You didn’t even have to look at them to see that they were looking at you.

“Poor fatty, she even knows that she doesn’t belong.” Another girl scoffs. They all laugh at you and walk away to the other group of boys. You bury your face in your hands. All you have to do is endure until 10:00, just for Kim Jongin.

Through the corner of your eyes, Jongin approaches you with no girls cling on to him. You sit up straight and plastered your best fakest smile. “Oh, Jongin” You said. He raises his eyebrows and chuckles at you. He cups his right hand on his right ear.

“Do you hear that?” He asks you. You raise both eyebrows at him and tilt your head. “The song, it’s my favorite.” He grabs your hand. “Let’s dance.” He says again. You pull back.

“Aniya!” You yell. He frowns at you, but he takes your hand again. The other guests gasps as he holds your hand. You turn your eyes to the people around you. The girls huddled in the corner gives you the nastiest glares while the guys look at you in disgust.

You looked down at your outfit. You had on a tight pink shirt on that shows the bulges of your stomach and some leggings that you thought made your thighs look thinner. You were wrong. You  frowned at your best friend. You pulled him by the arm and whispered “Maybe next time, Jongin-ah.”

He looked around the room, eyes that were toward you now drifted away from the contact of Jongin’s. He sighed. He held his grip on you tighter. His eyes looked around the room, obviously you two were the center of the attention. You couldn’t help but lower your head.

“Do you guys have a problem with me dancing with my best friend?” Jongin asked around the room, still holding your hand. He slowly walks to the center of the basement as you follow behind him. The guest looked at each other and back to him with disgust, but they shook their heads, “No.”

He looked at you gently, “See? They don’t have a problem with it.” They don’t mean it. They don’t really mean it. As the music starts, he starts pulling you close to him. Never have you had much skinship with him before, even without a crowd. Bright faced and embarrassed, you only look in the eyes of Jongin.

You were afraid to look at anyone else at all because you might just cry.  Just imagining the people looking at you, makes you feel utterly self-conscious.

“It’s not that bad, right?” He whispers to you as he smirks. You swallowed, biting your inner lip. He was holding your right hand, another on the middle of your back. You felt such a sensation go through your spine as your bodies sway back and forth to the rhythm.

You wished your stomach would stop having butterflies every time he touches you. You wished that when he does this, you don't always forgive him just like that.

“Y-yeah.” You finally answered “N-not that bad.”  He lightly huffs and gives you an endearing beautiful smile.

Why is he the one making you happy when it’s his birthday?

Because that’s just how he is.

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