Using 'How To Get a Boyfriend 101,' a book which was originally intended for straight girls, Lee Felix makes a final attempt to woo his crush.
[ started ] October 22, 2019
[ completed ] June 28, 2020
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Step Eleven: Take care of your body! If this includes a spot of concealer to hide that one annoying pimple you can't get rid of, then so be it! Do whatever it takes to show your best self, and don't try to make yourself worse to fit a boy's standards. Only improve!
"This is more like 'How To Be a Teenage Girl 101,' not 'How to Get a Boyfriend 101.'"
"Jisung, will you just shut up?" I plead, placing a bowl of soup down on his nightstand. It's four in the morning; I can't deal with him. Apparently he got extremely sick yesterday. I think just being near him is going to get me ill, and then a tragedy will occur, and I won't be able to go to school. Oh, no.
Minho is sick, too. He must've caught something while talking to Jisung yesterday, after telling him to check his texts. Or maybe the sickness was spread through mouth-to-mouth contact. Ya never know, right? Maybe Jisung needed CPR. Maybe he wanted a lollipop and thought Minho was sufficient. Maybe he turned his head at the same time as Minho. Maybe they like each other and kissed because that's what people who have mutual attraction do sometimes.
I wouldn't know. It's not like anyone that I've had a crush on has ever liked me back, since I've only seriously liked one person ever, and he's straight.
"This could be your last time seeing me. I might die," Jisung informs me. I'm about to take the bowl of soup and dump it on his squishy, pale, unwashed face. He really looks like a zombie squirrel. Hey, that's a good movie idea.
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Minho should feel lucky that he doesn't have it as bad as Jisung. Speaking of Minho, why isn't he here yet? He's skipping school today to take care of Jisung, and he should've been here a while ago.
Oh, yeah. It's four in the morning. Most sick people aren't awake.
Most people, in general, aren't awake.
It's just my rotten luck that Jisung vomited on his phone and his phone called me while it was glitching, so I ran over in a panic. Then, Jisung decided to take advantage of my being here, so now I'm placing a bowl of homemade soup on his nightstand, pouring all my willpower into the prevention of the soup ending up on his face.
Yay.
He finally "dismisses" me by saying that it's better if I don't get sick. On my way out of his apartment, I sneeze.
Bless you, I tell myself.
Gee, thanks, I respond.
No problem.
Oh, please. Don't tell me you've never said Bless you to yourself when no one was around to say it. Or, even more depressing, when people noticed that you sneezed but didn't say anything. That's, like, worse than stubbing your toe.
Nothing is worse than a stubbed toe.
So that's saying something...
As I close the door to my apartment, I hear a weird noise out in the hallway. I sigh. Outside, Minho is throwing up in a very unladylike fashion into the stairwell. Why is he in the stairwell? I ask myself a moment later. I glance over at the elevator and see a sign informing me of its out-of-service-ness. Lovely. Everyone on my floor and above has to pass through the puddle of Minho-puke, and everyone leaving their apartment today has to smell it.
