Jeongin

You and Jonin had been friends for a long time, and only the lazy hadn't noticed the way he looked at you. He literally had a crush on you, but he never brought himself to admit it.

Finally, after another shift at work, he plucked up the courage. His plan was brilliant in its simplicity: invite you to a new horror movie, wait until you're scared, and then become that "brave shoulder" you'll lean on for the entire show.

During the day he approached you with the most unperturbed look: -Listen, there's a cool new movie out at the cinema, let's go see it after work?

You happily agreed. And so, a couple of hours later, you were standing at the checkout, inhaling the smell of popcorn. “By the way, Jonin, what movie is this?” you asked, taking the glass with the drink.

“Oh, that’s some kind of horror story,” he answered with a sly grin, already imagining how you would cling to him in fear. “Don’t be afraid, if anything happens, I’m here.”

But everything didn't go according to plan.

As soon as the lights went out in the hall and the first jump scares began, the roles changed.

Instead of shaking, you eagerly devoured your popcorn, taking in the plot. But Jongin...after every loud noise, he'd jump in his seat. By the middle of the movie, he'd grip your knee like a death grip, and during particularly terrifying moments, he'd even bury his face in your shoulder, just to avoid seeing the screen.

When the lights came on in the hall, Jongin looked like he'd just escaped a maniac himself. You stepped out into the brightly lit corridor of the mall, and you couldn't resist: -Well? How did you like the movie, hero? - You looked at him slyly.

Jongin was completely at a loss, rubbing his reddened neck. -Uh...well, don't ask. It's a peculiar movie.

"Oh, come on!" you laughed, bumping your shoulder with him. "You invited me, but ended up shaking the whole time. Admit it, were you scared?"

He blushed deeply, looked away at the shop window and quietly, almost in a whisper, muttered: -You see...I was actually hoping for the opposite. That you'd be hiding on my chest, and not me on your shoulder...