Adopt >minsung<

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"mom, i need friends," a sixteen year old minho said, dramatically throwing himself over the back of the couch, half of his body resting on it, the other on the floor.

his mom looked over at him and took a magazine and rolled it up before hitting him softly. "get off my furniture like that boy. i don't want my furniture messed up, and minho, you have to go outside and socialize to get friends," she told him, going back to typing away on the computer.

"but mom i do. no one talks to me," he whined, moving to sit the right way on the couch.

"honey, you have to be likeable for someone to talk to you," she informed him, stopping from typing to get up and get another cup of chai tea.

minho gasps dramatically. "i'm so hurt by that. how could you, sharron?" he says, fake crying.

his mom laughed. "you walk into traps too easily. also its shalissa not sharron," she told him, sitting back down on the couch and started typing away again.

minho laughed and looked at the time on his watch. 4:30 PM it read. he stood up.

"it's time for white girls to come on. i'll be in my room if you need me. i love you," he told his mom, heading up the stairs.

"i love you too, honey," she replied.