“Do you want something to drink?” I waited for him to answer but he shook his head. I headed into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. Before I headed back out I prayed that I wouldn’t have to go through hearing or seeing ghostly sounds and images on the TV. Minho was seated on the couch and was hugging one of the cushions. His attention was on the movie which had already started. I made my over to the other end of the couch and took my seat.

Just five minutes into the movie, someone screamed in pain from being shot.

“You sure do like watching bloody movies” I said feeling a bit disturbed.

*I can’t watch this! Irk there’s like blood in every scene. I bet this is rated oh my gosh*

“Do you want to watch something else?” he asked turning his gaze to me.

*Yes* “No.”

My eyes twitched from the horrible bloody scene of people dying.

*OH JESUS CHRIST, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!*

“I-I’m going to get something to eat, do you want anything?” I stood up quickly turning my eyes away from the TV to Minho. He shook his head and I quickly made my way to the kitchen.

I mentally cursed at myself for lying to him earlier about changing movies. *Hara you idiot, all you had to do and say was a simple yes, but no. Now you have to suffer for another hour* I bit my lip in frustration and opened the fridge.

“What took you so long? And where’s the food?” Minho glanced over to me as I made my way back onto the couch.

“I, er couldn’t decide on what to eat and in the end I wasn’t feeling hungry” I lied. Minho seemed like he bought the whole thing though since he directed his eyes back to the horrific movie.

*How can he watch this without feeling bothered. Ugh…then again, he’s one of a weird and creepy person. I wonder if Mina had to go through this when she was dating him. If so, then I pity her. I seriously will feel sorry for whoever is going to be his next girlfriend* I gulped at the thought.

*But then again, she will love him enough to put up with it, I h-* my thoughts were interrupted by Minho’s sudden action.

My eyes widened from his head resting on my lap. He shifted his body so his legs were resting on the end of the couch. I was speechless staring down to meet his eyes which were staring up into mine.

*What the heck is he doing?! If he wants to lie down or to sleep then go to bed.*

“Do you want to play a game?” he spoke still not breaking his gaze away from mine. I felt a bit uncomfortable with him lying on my lap but after a few moments I didn’t mind. “What game?” I asked while gazing down into his eyes. “Truth or dare” he answered.

*What are you, 12?* I thought but couldn’t help but chuckled a bit. “Yeah, sure” I answered.

Minho told me to go first so I decided to choose truth, I was too lazy to do anything if I chose dare.

“Are you seeing that guy Kibum?”

*What the- Why is he asking personal questio- wait, that’s how this game works. I should’ve chose dare if he was going to be like this…*

“Ne” I answered waiting for him to start his protective ‘Stay away from him’ talk but he never did.

Minho remained quiet and kept his gaze on mine. “Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?” I asked, breaking out of this awkward state.

“Truth” he answered without hesitation.

I thought about what I could possibly ask him, did I have anything I want to know about him? Heck yes, I had so many things that I want to know about him.

“Is there an reason for your long hair?” I finally thought of one. I couldn’t help but touch the ends of his brown long hair which was resting on my lap.

“Do you want a reason for it?” he said.

*What kind of answer is that?*

“So…there’s no meaning behind it? But why don’t you cut it?” I asked feeling confused.

“Should I cut it then?” he replied.

*Why is he letting me decide for him? I mean, it’s his own hair.*

“It’s your choice” I said.

“But, what do you think. Do you want me to?” he asked.

The truth was, I didn’t really like it at first but I think his long hair is growing on me. In fact I like it already plus I think it suits him. His strange and creepy personality with his bizarre hairstyle.

I chuckled at the thought, “if I had to decide, then no. I think you should keep it long, it suits you.”

After my response I swear I thought I saw a light smile from him. “Then the answer is yes. There is a reason behind it” he said.

From his answer I didn’t know why but I started to feel uncomfortable, it wasn’t because he was still resting on my lap but few more seconds I knew why I was feeling uncomfortable. I knew clearly that his reason was obviously me.

*He wants to keep his hair long because of me?* at that thought I didn’t know why but my cheeks started to heat up. *Why are you blushing you idiot?!* I mentally shouted praying for it to stop and worse, for it not to show. I tried to not look into Minho’s eyes and hoped he would do the same but who am I kidding, I bet the whole time he was pretty much staring up at me.

“Are you blushing?” Minho asked and I heard him chuckle a bit.

*No! he knows! Ohmygosh h- DID HE JUST LAUGH?* I froze on the spot with my crimson face staring at his flawless smile. I never thought that his smile could be this beautiful. Why doesn’t he smile often?

“N-no I’m not” I snapped out of my thoughts, burring my face in my hands and hiding into the side of the couch. *Oh god save me from this situation!*

Minho sat up and I thought he had left but I was wrong. “Hara, don’t be embarrassed” he lightly laughed as he tugged on my arm. *Aish, he must be really enjoying watching me suffer. Stupid Minho*

“Go away” I said, still hiding my face. Minho seemed to be refusing as he grabbed onto my arm and pulled me to face him. “Let me see please” he pleaded even though I was facing him, my face was sunk into the couch.

“Why do you want to see, ugh…just go away. Please, please I am beggin