ð’¾ ð“ð‘œð“‹ð‘’ ð“Žð‘œð“Š (ð“ƒð’¶ð“‚ð‘’)
ð’¹ð‘œ ð“Žð‘œð“Š ð“ð‘œð“‹ð‘’ ð“‚ð‘’ ð“‰ð‘œ?
“Huh?” I rubbed my eyes and looked back at the Dark haired male.
“I said do you love vanilla ice cream? It’s my favorite!” Si Yoon smiled.
I smiled back at the taller male and grabbed his hand.
“Whatever you like I like it to Oppa.” I said and we continued our walk to the ice cream shop.
He was silent for a little while after that, as if thinking about our next conversation topic.
“Do you like calling me Oppa?” Si Yoon said while leaning over me, a cheeky smile on his face.
I thought for a second before shrugging.
The truth was I only called him Oppa because that’s what he named himself on my phone.
“What does Oppa mean?” I asked dumbly, looking up at the taller male with doe eyes.
“Eh?!” He stops walking, almost making me fall over since our hands were still intertwined.
“Your telling me you have been calling me Oppa this whole time without even knowing what it means?! No wonder all your friends call me a pervert!” He scoffed.
“Oh sorry…”
He frowned and looked down at my saddened expression.
“Ugh it’s whatever. When you call a man Oppa it basically means your close to them. Like a elder brother or boyfriend.”
“Ohh”
“Dummy.” He snickered.
“Hey!”
“But it’s okay. I can teach you everything you need to know so just rely on me okay?” He said
“Mhm…anyway let’s go.” I didn’t think to hard about what he said.
After being friends with him for a few weeks I realized how dependent he is on our relationship. Like he needs constant validation from me or he’ll start pouting.
Luckily it’s summer break so he often comes over to my house and I can give him the constant attention he craves.
Currently he hasn’t run away from home but he tells me about doing it all the time. His parents are extremely neglectful so when he needs some platonic love I try my best to provide. I felt he deserved to be babied just a little.
“(Name)! What are you thinking about. I called you five times!” He complains. We were already at the destination and I didn’t even notice.
“You.” I said without thinking.
“Huh?!” A bright red blush forms on his face and he slaps a hand over his mouth.
I laugh at his embarrassed expression and stick my tongue out at him. “Cmon slowpoke.”
I run into the ice cream shop, leaving him behind. He follows after me, a blush still visible on his pale face.
I order two large vanilla ice cream cones for the both of us. Spending my whole allowance in an instant.
The ice cream helps to cool his heated face.
And he pouts at the fact that I paid instead of him.
“So what now?” He says. I watch as he eats and gets ice cream all over his face.
“Well what do you wanna do? It’s your summer break to.” I reply
He shakes his head, “your gonna be in middle school next year. We gotta celebrate!”
“Wanna go swimming?” I ask.
“I can’t swim.” He says simply.
“….”
“We could have a party?” I speak again.
“I don’t really like your friends.” He stops eating and looks at me.
“….”
“Then what do you suppose we do?!” I yell.
“Mmm…Let’s go to your house.” He says.
“We go to my house all the time tho?”
“Yea well your house is nice. And your family likes me.” He continues to eat his Ice cream like a toddler.
“Fine.”
He literally said to celebrate but then picked what we do. This man has issues. I thought.
I picked up my napkin and whipped off the ice cream from his cheeks. “Are you 5?” I scold.
He turns his head to me, giving me more room to whip his face. He was already pretty use to my mother like behavior with him.
“Thanks (name)!” He smiles before eating and making another mess of his face.
After finishing our ice cream we walked over to my house. The sun was going down and I told Si Yoon to call his parents and ask if he could stay over. He responded with this.
“Nahh it’s fine. They won’t even notice I’m not there.”
My mom was cooking dinner which smelled like heaven and my dad was playing video games with my older brother.
When my mother saw me she smiled softly. Then her eyes slid to Si Yoon and she stopped cooking and ran over to us.
“Sweetie you didn’t tell me you were inviting Si Yoon over! I would’ve made Dessert.” She pinched the younger boys cheek.
“He doesn’t need dessert.” I mumbled.
“Oh Ms. (Last name) it’s perfectly fine. Your delicious cooking is more than enough.” He gave her one of his best smiles and my mother fell hook Line and sinker.
“Oh what a well mannered young man.” She patted his head before returning back to her food.
I heard Si Yoon snickering and had to stop myself from glaring at him. Pouting at the fact my mother likes him more than me. Then I had a bright idea.
I kicked my shoes off quickly before sprinting through the hallway all the way to the staircase. I ran up the stairs, skipping two at a time.
My goal was to get to my room and lock Si Yoon out before he could reach me.
It was honestly a long shot considering how long his legs were compared to mine. I
Could already hear his loud footsteps chasing after me. His steps getting closer and closer to me.
I turned around to see his large hand reaching out to grab me.
“AHHH!” I screamed for some reason.
Now it wasn’t a joke, it was life or death.
I saw my door in view and used the extra adrenaline from fear to speed up.
I slid into my room and slammed it shut. My sweaty fingers sliding down the lock of the door when I tried to lock him out.
“Shit shit shit!” I couldn’t get a good hold on the doors lock!
The door is shoved open and Si Yoon pushes his head inside. “What are you doing!” He yells at me.
His angry expression pumps more adrenaline into me and I grab the top of his head, tryna shove him out the door. He looks at me unimpressed. Reaching his long arm to grab
My wrist. He doesn’t squeeze it tightly in fact he holds my wrist pretty delicately but just enough so it moves off his head.
With ease he opens the door and walks into my room. Slamming the door close and locking it behind him.
Knowing my parents they wouldn’t even care about my locked door. For some reason I was blessed with the most trusting family, that actually condones privacy and for once I wish they didn’t.
“That was kinda fun. I like chasing you (name).” He says. His eyes were glossed over with a look I couldn’t distinguish.
“Oh ehehe really?” I laugh nervously. Taking a few steps backwards.
“Mhmm can I pick the game next? Its called catch the prey.” He smirked.
“I’ll be the predator and you can be the prey.” He says, walking up to me.
“I-I don’t think I wanna play this game.” I stutter.
He pouts, “huh why not?”
“Let’s just watch some K-pop! You like Kpop right Si Yoon?” I offer.
The scary look he had on his face clears and in its place was a excited boy.
The tension in my shoulders lessens and I sigh in relief. I honestly think he might have bipolar disorder.
Said boy jumps on my bed and gets comfortable. Grabbing my remote and putting on his favorite group. He pulls on my fluffy blanket and throws them over his head, becoming a burrito.
I walk next to him and sit down.
“(Name) can you cuddle me?” He says looking over at me. His pretty gray eyes staring at me with a look I couldn’t deny.
I sigh and scoot closer to the taller boy. Pulling his head into my chest. He relaxes against me and I rub his back lovingly.
No ones PoV:
Y’all lay together like this for a while until your mother calls the two of you down for dinner. Si Yoon groans when you immediately stand up and run out the room. Si Yoon waits a little until he hears your footsteps running downstairs
He stays there, laid against the used sheets. Soaking in the smell and warmth. He pulls at the pillow you had been laying against and presses it against his nose. Breathing in the scent before moaning lowly.
“(ð“ƒð’¶ð“‚ð‘’) ð’¾ ð“ð‘œð“‹ð‘’ ð“Žð‘œð“Š…
ð’Ÿð‘œ ð“Žð‘œð“Š ð“ð‘œð“‹ð‘’ ð“‚ð‘’ ð“‰ð‘œð‘œ?”
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