HTGAB101 :: changlix ✔︎

step 14- caturgay

Step Fourteen: Be confident! There's only one person like you out there, and that's you! So don't be shy to show the lucky boy who he should be honored to have crushing on him!

"Honored" is a strong word, I think. I prefer "appalled," simply because "disgusted" makes my heart do a sad boom boom.

What am I going to do today? I don't know. Probably be a couch potato and watch this new drama I found, in which my life is reflected through the eyes of a straight, pretty girl. I'm on episode fourteen out of 101 (talk about coincidences) but I think I'll only watch until they get together. Then I'll just skip around and watch the rest, but I'm not sure if I'll even do that. I'm just thinking that 101 episodes is a lot. I pity the screenwriter.

I roll out of bed and hobble over to the kitchen, and, lo and behold, Jisung is standing there, cooking something.

On the stove.

Using fire.

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This is the last will and testament of me, Lee Felix, known to some as Lix, known to others as Yongbok.

               It has been, in general, a Sun-like life. I would like to thank Changbin for making it bright, and Minho for making it hot. I would like to show my gratitude to Jisung for being the cloudiest of days, blocking out the happiness and making the rain pour down.

               I shall now proceed to dedicate all of my possessions.

               To Jisung, I give my Minecraft account, as a final plea of forgiveness for deleting his.

               To Minho, I give my collection of memes.

               To Changbin, I give all of my BTS albums, my Jimin photocard collection, the book How To Get a Boyfriend 101, my turtlenecks, my jeans, my hats, my scarves, my money, my apartment, my phone, my socks, my seventh-grade math notebook, my water bottles, my art projects, my makeup, my Instagram accounts' passwords, my flat iron, my hair accessories, my pillows, my post-its, my coffee, my Starbucks gift cards, my polaroid camera, my black nail polish from that one emo phase in eighth grade, my socks (have I mentioned socks already? I don't know), my phone charger, my uneaten Chipotle kid's meal, my books, my birthday party invitations, my metronome, my pens and pencils, my empty bottle of honey, my tea kettle, my socks (yeah, I think I've mentioned those already), my lamp, my tape, my scissors, my forks, my gum packs, my crochet strings from the knitting club, my finished homework assignments, my eye mask, my purse, my Romeo and Juliet script, my calendar from last year, my alarm clock, my hairbrush, my RJ doll, my tea mugs, my doorknob, my giant "For Big Mistakes" eraser, my flamingo slippers, my jacket, my emoji plushies, my English packet, my cardboard boxes, my giant pink bow from Halloween, my chair, my tables, my socks (huehuehuehuehue), my sleeping bag, my couch, my computer, my French-to-German dictionary, my pincushion, my lightbulbs, my fake flowers, my deodorant, my face lotion, my skis, my yearbooks, my Magic 8 Ball, my locker magnets, my dust bunnies, my sneakers, my sandals, my flip-flops, my high-heels that totally don't exist, my mysterious wooden box, my empty Gin bottle that has no reason to be in my room especially because I didn't drink it, my Super M posters, my report cards, my game controllers, my keyboards, my sponges, my TV, my shawl, my towel, my broccoli, my toothpicks, my spoons, my fridge, my bracelets, my checkbooks, my rubber duckies, my perfume, my keychains, my socks (I AM SO EVIL AHAHAHAHAHAH), my coasters, my washing machines, my dirty laundry, my clean laundry, my empty soda cans, my rusty nails, my USB drives, my miniature sailboat, my windows and doors, my conditioner, my glasses, my headphones, my toothpaste, my nail file, my TV remote, my shoe laces, my socks (last time I promise), my soy sauce packets, my stuffies, and, FINALLY, my tissues.