It's been about five hours since we arrived at Minseok's house and began binging low budget horror flicks, downing every snack in his apartment, and chattering like a couple of hens in a fox den. We've laughed at every dumb decision the main characters made, screamed at every jump scare, and at one point Minseok ran to the bathroom when the killer suddenly appeared on screen out of nowhere. It was a great night, it'd be a shame if something was to ruin my fun. I peered over the back of the couch as Minseok poked his head out of the bathroom, light flooding out into the dark apartment.
"Is the part over?" I could hear the tremble in his voice, it was hilarious, and somewhat comforting, compared to his usual confidence.
"Yeah, but we have a new horror to deal with," I watched in amusement as his brow furrowed and bottom lip jutted out, a look of pure confusion on his face, "We're completely out of snacks. How are we supposed to stay up all night without snacks?"
He let out a horrified gasp, clutching his hand over his heart. If I didn't know any better, someone had just offended his ancestors. After a moment he laughed it off, gathering his jacket and wallet, "Well come on then my darling, we gotta go buy some more snackage for the movies!"
Pushing myself from the couch I grabbed my hoodie, pulling it on before slinging my bag over my shoulder and meeting him at the door. Giving me a glance he chuckled; I know how I must look. The chubby kid learning that they're going to go get their snack on–large doe eyes with a special twinkle meant just for food. Leading me out of the apartment, he stopped only to lock the door before taking my hand and lazily sprinting to the stairwell. He knows on my own I would never sprint, but he knows how to make me leave my comfort zone.
A brief ten minute sprint and we found ourselves at the convenience store. Entering, I quickly took notice of the new cashier behind the counter. He looked harmless, in fact, he looked like the kids at school who got the most grief for being overweight. Subconsciously, I followed Minseok closely, gripping his navy blue jacket as I plodded along behind him. He glanced over his shoulder as he swiped a variety of snacks from the shelves.
"What are you doing, _Y/N_?" I glanced up at him, my mouth opening but no words coming out. I redirected my eyes to the counter where the cashier was standing, looking ever so harmless, "Oh, new cashier. I didn't even notice. Here, at the very least hold some stuff while you're trailing, okay?"
That's one of the best things about having been friends with Minseok for the last seven years; he isn't phased by my inability to get words out when there's strangers around. He continually handed me junk food, from chips and candy all the way to soda. By the time we made it up to the register my arms were tired and ready to give out as I set the items down. I'm a foodie, but even I know he went overboard with grabbing junk.
"So new cashier cutie, what's your name? When did you move here?" I nearly choked on air; it never ceases to surprise me with the who, when, and where this boy would strike up his flirt. The cashier looked a little surprised as well.
"Oh um, my name's Park Daniel, I moved here a few weeks ago," nervous as a squirrel on crack, that's for sure. Sad to say, even so, he's doing way better than me, "It's nice to meet you…"
"Where are my manners? I'm Jung Minseok, and this little peach is my bestie, _L/N_ _Y/N_." Honestly, I owe this boy more than he knows. As I said, we've known each other for seven years. Imagine how many times he's done this introduction, "We're having a besties night, binging horror movies and chowing down on some goodies."
Watching Minseok flirt was both inspiring and horrific. How could he flirt while engaged in such minor conversation? Words alone you'd think it was just a normal customer-cashier interaction, but no, I get to witness first hand the mischievous smirk, the playing with the hair, the odd way he's draping himself halfway across the counter while wiggling his butt around. Again, maybe I should be taking notes.
This interaction lasted the entire time Daniel rang up our items. To say the least, I'm glad I'm not the one paying. Minseok gingerly handed me a few bags, taking the rest for himself as he concluded his conversation, "It was fun talking with you Danny, maybe I'll stop back in tomorrow night just to chat some more. Have a good night, cutie!"
"G-good night, Minseok! G-good night, _Y/N_!" I offered a small smile, waving gently as I followed Minseok out the door. The poor guy was so flustered, I doubt he has any idea what was even happening. I quicken my pace to walk beside Minseok, glancing up at him. He wore a proud smirk and chuckled silently to himself.
"I didn't know he was your type," my voice sounded like a squeaking mouse, soft and quick. Minseok glanced at me a few times, his smirk blooming into a full on grin, "What?"
"Girl, did you really not know I'm a chubby chaser?" My eyes widened. This in fact really was new news to me. Rightly so, I shook my head no, "Oh hell yeah. They're so soft and squishy, I can't get enough of it."
"I didn't need that imagery, thanks," I let out a soft laugh, easily covered by Minseok's loud burst of laughter as he nudged me in the arm with his elbow, "So you're really going back tomorrow night?"
"Indeed I am. I want to get to know this Park Daniel better." We exchanged smiles, laughing the rest of the way back to his apartment. The walk back took a bit longer than our sprint there, but it was a pleasant walk nonetheless. While I'm eager to get back to watching the crap movies, I'm also ready to dip into the chocolate; it's been a few weeks since I had any. I know, surprising considering how much I love food.
Coming up to the apartment, my phone dinged loudly. I wrestled the bags to a single hand and fished the device from my pocket, unlocking the screen to see who messaged, "Oh."
"What's up?" Minseok didn't even give a glance as he unlocked the door to his apartment, opening it and holding it for me as I slipped in behind him.
"It's my mom."
"What's the wicked bitch of the East want? She never messages you, ever." I chuckled at Minseok's nickname for my mom. It's not an inaccurate name, and while I don't condone the use of speaking ill of others, she's one that I'll definitely make an exception for.
"She wants to know why I haven't come home." I looked up to meet his raised brow, "I told my dad I was staying with you tonight. I guess he decided not to tell her."
"Good, it's not like she cares anyway," setting down the bags, he quickly snatched my phone, "Let me take care of this, you deal with our goodies."
While I'd love to protest, he's in much better shape and athletically inclined than I. I quickly stashed a number of the snacks in the cupboards, placing the soda in the fridge to begin chilling, and devised which snacks I was going to jump into next. It didn't take long for Minseok to return, my phone out of his hands.
"Don't worry, I just put the phones on the charger and they'll be good to go in the morning." How thoughtful, but still, that leaves me with questions, like, 'what did you say to my mom?'. Swiping a bag of chocolate covered caramels, he gave me a mischievous smile, "Don't worry, I dealt with your mom. Let's just get back to our party."
With a nod, I swiped the snacks into the makeshift bowl my hoodie provided. Knowing it would be pointless trying to get to my phone to see what he wrote, I settled back onto the couch as Minseok scrolled through the movies. How much damage could he do?