It was raining, Min-Ju was over at my house since his drunk father kicked him out. Poor him, I thought to myself, but I dont mind comforting him 24/7. His girlfriend broke up with him anyways, who wouldn't be depressed. Although, his warmth was comforting, I wanted to hold his hand. But he would see me as a freak, I'd overthink. I throw over the control at him, letting him pick the movie. Min-Ju picked a horror movie, they were his comfort genres.
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