It's going on day two since my best friend was taken away from me. "I miss you". I touched Xiumin's bed. "I need to call his parents". I said. "But first...". I went to Xiumin's closet. "Robbery!". I sing and start claiming Xiumin's clothes. "He didn't look right in the shirt anyway". I laughed and tossed the shirt on my bed.
"Gimme these pants, this sweater, oh! This hoodie is cute!". I said. "He got earrings and didn't tell me? Bitch". I put the earring in my pocket. "Ahem".
"The fuck are you doing?". Xiumin asked. I looked him up and down. "You are... The flashiest ghost I ever seen". I said. "What?". Xiumin raised his brow. "Sam and Dean will love you". I snickered. "You thought I was dead!?!". Xiumin yelled. "You didn't pick up my texts so... Yes, I thought you were dead". I said.
"You could have called me!". Xiumin shouts. "Bitch I don't have time for all that". I waved my hand at him. "Remember... Calls are for family, texts are for friends". I had to remind them of that. "I'm not your family!?!". Xiumin yells. "Sweetie... You're turning red, relax". I said. "And you're blue velvet looking ass needs to stay blue".
"You like?". Xiumin does a spin. "You're looking at a thirty thousand dollar outfit". Xiumin said. "Thi-thirty". I had to sit down on my bed. "Mr. Jung wanted to make it up to me for keeping me to long". Xiumin sighs lovingly. "Wait so...". "We fucked the entire time, yes". Xiumin smirks. "You nasty as... Hmm?". I squint my eyes and saw a black mark on Xiumin's face.
"He hit you!?!". I yelled, already getting my hammer. "I asked him too! Calm down!". Xiumin back hugs me. "You asked him too?". I said. "Why the hell did you do that!?!". I yelled. "I want to be a bitch". Xiumin pants. "Get off me". I told him. "Whatever, I'm going to show myself off anyway". Xiumin giggled. "And look".
"Oh my". My eyes was just as bright as Xiumin's watch was. "Ninety thousand". Xiumin says. "Wow". I said. "Get yourself a sugar daddy sweetie". Xiumin says and his phone rings. "Mr. Jung, I was missing you". Xiumin walks out. "I-I don't need a sugar daddy!". I yelled.
"... I don't".