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hanahaki disease trope - a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

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ALSO

FEVER

Paris!boy seungmin

Seungmin x fem reader

Wc:

Good boy during the day, rebel at night.

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Playlist: fever by dua lipa

Youngblood by 5sos

Billie bossa nova by billie eilish

Flawless by the neighbourhood

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A/n: went through hell and back to get this posted. Tumblr kept losing my original edited draft, so I'm sorry for any grammatical errors. Tried my best to re-edit it.

Hope you enjoy it.

BTW I don't know anything about stealing or Paris. So sorry if it's not accurate.

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When your dad told you that you'd be moving to Paris because of his work, you were so excited. You couldn't stop imagining all your little scenarios, it was all you could think about. All the shopping sprees you'd do, all the food you'd eat, all the pictures you'd take and all the boys you'd meet. Boys, you honestly thought you'd have a Paris love story but after living here for a year you haven't seen much of it. None of the guys you've met are what you thought they'd be or what you hoped for, they were kinda boring.

They never had that excitement you desperately wanted. Maybe it was on you, maybe you were looking too much for the unachievable.

Your parents haven't been happy with you recently, always complaining about your late night outs. You're grown enough, what's the big deal? plus you're bored. Nothing is exciting and you've been getting kinda depressed, so you take the night time as the right time to go out and breathe. Though there's only so much you can do by yourself.

The only friends you've got are the ones you left back home, even though you enjoy every moment you get to talk to them. It's not the same as being in each other's presence.

You grab the canned drink you've been eyeing and go grab a snack for it.

You're by the counter waiting in line when you spot a guy by the cigarette stand. His hair is blonde and his body is hidden by a large hoodie, he looks like he's your age. You don't know why you keep looking at him, maybe you're waiting for him to turn around so that you can see his face.

You watch as he grabs a cigarette box and after looking around casually he stuffs the box under his large hoodie. He's stealing, you chuckle. He's gonna be caught and it's gonna be a sight to see. You internally laugh as you stare at the cashier who doesn't seem to notice anything. It's quite a small store so not many employees who care to pay attention. Plus the store is kinda packed.

The guy turns around and your eyes meet, you can't seem to move your eyes, he's just caught you staring. Now that you see him he's actually good looking, very good looking. Though his face doesn't look like one of a thief.

He smirks at you and by the way he looks at you he knows you've just seen him stealing.

He walks towards you like nothing's wrong. When his body is now in front of you and his unwavering eyes stare at you, you can smell his smoky and nature like scent. He smells like some plant you used to stick your nose in when you were younger, you loved that plant. You were sad when your dad uprooted it and you never saw it again. It's funny how he smells exactly like it, very nostalgic.

"You should try it. It's fun" he says encouragingly and he chuckles and walks out. You stand still not knowing what to say. His voice is as warm as the heat that radiates off him.

You stand there waiting for someone to run after him for stealing but no one does. He actually got away with it. Was it that easy? Maybe you could try, this would be an opening for a new excitement if you actually were able to get away with it. But if you don't, you'd be getting yourself in trouble and embarrassed. But if he didn't get caught, you surely won't either.

Right?

So when it's your turn to pay for your things, while the cashier is turned away, you grab a pack of gums that you see. You swiftly but nervously stuff it into your pocket. Your heart is pounding as the cashier turns to hand you your bag, you hope they haven't noticed but by the way they're looking at you makes you feel otherwise.

"Thanks" you say smiling awkwardly as you rush out the door.

The cold night air hits you and you smile at what you just did. Did you really just get away with it? This is gonna be a new exciting venture.

Your attention is pulled to your right when you see smoke **in** the air. When you turn you see the guy from the store, he's leaned against the wall with a cigarette, which is the one he probably stole.

"Feels good doesn't it?" He asks blowing smoke out of his mouth.

"Yeah" you smile walking towards him. He lifts himself of the wall.

"Seungmin" he says and you knit your eyes in confusion.

"That's my name" you've should've gotten that, now you look stupid.

You hum "Y/n" you share.

He doesn't say anything just nods acknowledging.

"So-" be he can speak both your attention is pulled to the store door that is abruptly opened.

"HEY YOU!" The cashier calls for you and you both immediately know you've been caught. Shit you aren't that slick after all.

The cashier moves to grab your hand but instead seungmin grabs it and pulls you.

"Come on" he says and you don't argue as you both run down the path, past some people who stare in confusion, and past some poles. You turn to see if the cashier is still chasing you, they aren't. They must've gotten tired by the distance.

"Seungmin he's gone, you say pulling his hand to stop. Which he does. You both breathe heavily trying to catch your breaths.

"I just stole a gum why are they being dramatic?" you mumble to yourself.

"What did you steal?" Seungmin asks still catching his breath.

You straighten your back and reach into your pocket pulling out a gum.

"Just a gum" you say innocently but you're surprised when he bursts out laughing. "What? "

"If you were gonna get caught you should've stolen something bigger" he runs his hands through his hair as the adrenaline wears off.

"I couldn't steal something bigger" you defend

"I can tell" he says, tone cheeky.

You stand there, hands gripping your plastic bag, not knowing what to do next. Do you just walk away, run away? What actually, heck do you freaking say?

"You should probably say thank you" seungmin's sultry voice breaks you from your thoughts. It's like he read your mind and you're kinda disappointed with yourself that he had to tell you.

"Ah.. y-you're right" you stammer, as you grip the plastic more.

"Thank you for getting me out" a smile creeps into your face "otherwise I would've been at the station right now" you chuckle which he does too, making you a little more comfortable. You were the nervous kind and if seungmin wasn't there you would've stayed frozen to the ground.

You stare down at the plastic where the reason why you were in the store lies.  You grab the can and it's still cold. You hold it out to seungmin who has his eyes elsewhere.

"Here, you" say and he turns to you his eyes falling onto the can.

"What?"

"Take it as my thank you" you smile. He smiles too but **it's** more of a this-silly-girl  smile.

He pushes your hand back to you shaking his head. You shiver at his warm touch. Since you came to Paris no guy has gotten you interested, but seungmin seems interesting and you wanna know more.

"Keep it, it's yours" he says like he's the one who's giving it to you and you smile. His eyes watch your lips curl warmly.

You stand a few seconds in silence not knowing what to do next.

"So what now?" You ask

"I'm going to meet up with my friends" he fiddles his fingers in his pockets. "Wanna join? That's if you're free" he asks unsure.

Luckily you are free, well not really, your parents want you home before late, but you don't care right now.

"Yeah I am" you say, your own fingers playing with the end of your Jersey.

"I'm sure they'd be glad to meet you"

-

Well they weren't super against it but they watched you closely, especially the minho guy.

Hyunjin seemed unfazed not caring that you're the only girl.

"She's a high-school friend" seungmin says, knowing damn well you never knew each other until tonight. You stand a little awkward and nervous not knowing what to say or do.

"It's cool, it's not a big deal" hyunjin says his focus somewhere else. You try to find what has his attention but you can't.

"High school friend my ass, but you're welcome here y/n" his other friend han says patting your shoulder warmly, which makes a smile grow on your face.

"I still don't trust you but you're welcome here" Minho says a little distant and cold. Though he does look like he's genuinely trying to be welcoming.

"Don't worry about him, he doesn't bite" seungmin whispers the last part into your ear.

"Are those snacks?" you turn to han who eyes your bag. You nod and pull out the packet.

"Here you can have them" han smiles warmly.

"Sweet, I'm gonna like you" he walks away eating your snacks.

"Does that mean he doesn't like me right now?" You ask seungmin. He shrugs grinning, hands still in his pocket.

You watch han share the snack with minho, struggling a bit though. Hyunjin has his eyes down the road still distracted.

"Guys we should go before it closes" the distracted man finally speaks breaking his focus and walking down the road. The other two follow hyunjin behind. 

"Come on y/n" seungmin says walking ahead of you and you follow like a lost baby duck. You don't even know what you're going into. What do a couple of guys do late night in Paris?

"Where we going?" You ask curious.

"That art store over there" he points and you follow his finger immediately catching sight of said store.

That's one question answered.

"What are we going to do there?" He chuckles at your knitted eyebrows.

"You'll see" he takes your hand and pulls you past the store to stand near a pole as you watch the other three walk into the store. You stand near a pole with your hand in seungmin's and he doesn't seem to want to let go.

His touch is so warm against yours, you don't know what you feel with the way he's holding your hand.

Comfort. That's what it is. And it honestly warms your heart in this cold night. You don't even know why he's holding your hand, but is there supposed to be a reason. Its nice to have somebody to hold your hand. Its nice to have a hand to hold in this cold.

You look at your connected hands then you look at seungmin who's looking behind you, probably at the store door. You continue to admire his feature, heavenly blessed featuresm you think.

Seungmin can feel your gaze burn into his skin and so he turns to look at you.

"What?" He asks voice low and smooth, you're close enough to smell the cigarette from his breath, but it doesn't bother you, you just enjoy your proximity.

"Nothing" you turn away feeling your cheeks heat up under his stare.  He also takes this time to admire your face, your pretty features. It's been a while since he's met a girl like you in Paris,  that's if he has met any.

He doesn't know what but he feels something when you look at him, he noticed it when you stared at him in the store. You stared at him like you were worried he might get caught,  worried for him. He could literally see you beg him to just leave it but again they also told him to take it and see what happens. He never even planned on saying anything to you, didn't want to linger any longer in the store. But he went against his own judgement and spoke to you.

He told you to steal for the fun of it, to scare you even but he didn't expect you to do it. He was kind of impressed that you did it but also disappointed that you did what a stranger said, were you so naive. He doubts you are, you wouldn't have done it if you really didn't want to. He guesses you really did just want to do it. And after your attempt at thieft he knew he had to keep you by him, all night or forever. Maybe he can teach you how to get better at not getting caught.

"Tell me what's on your mind" he asks eyes still on yours. His stare makes you nervous but you're still able to hold eye contact.

"I'm just wondering why we're here?"

"Is there somewhere you wanna be? " he raises a brow at you.

You shake your head "No I just.." you shy away from saying.  Seungmin doesn't pry on your unfinished sentence.

"Hyujin had his eye on a certain art book" he turns back to the door.

"Oh, so he's just buying a book" you say naively.

Seungmin laughs. It's like you haven't caught on. You feel him grip your hand as you hear the store door open. It's minho.

"No" seungmin answers you.

Suddenly he turns to face you and with a suspicious grin he speaks sharply.

"Don't let go of my hand" you're confused and want to ask but can't when minho taps seungmin's shoulder sharply.

"Lets go" minho syas hurriedly and starts running and so do you and seungmin.  You want to ask but don't bother. What you've learnt today is ask no questions, run.

As you're running you turn and see hyunjin and han run behind you. No one's chasing you guys though. You run and watch seungmin's hair blow as the wind passes by, he has a smirk on his face and you can't help but smile as well, enjoying the thrill of running for no reason and having someone holding your hand not letting go of you.

Once you've all gotten far enough you stop and catch your breaths.

"Are you okay y/n" seungmin asks more concerned for you than for catching his breath. You give him a thumps up hands on your thighs,  trying to sustain a stable rhythm of breath.

"Why are we running, no one's chasing us" you straighten your posture.

"For a head start.." han starts.

"...just incase they start to chase us" minho finishes.

You stay silent thinking.

"Fuck that was amazing" hyunjin exclaims excitedly running his hand through his hair. You hear seungmin laugh.

"Finally got that book you wanted huh?"

"Yep" hyunjin exclaims "the best book for art enthusiasts" he smirks admiring the book.

"They probably won't notice until..." han scrunches his face " I don't know actually" he has confused look on his face.

"It doesn't even matter" minho adds zipping up his Jersey.

You pause analysing their conversation.

"Wait you guys are thieves?" You whisper-shout finally getting it.

"So are you babe" seungmin says. You guys start walking you're not sure where to but your legs move.

"No like serious thieves" you clarify " not like casual cigarette thieves" you say that part looking at seungmin's who's now pulling out a cigarette and handing one to everyone.

"What did you think babe" he tries hand you one but you shake your head.

"I'll share yours" you say and seungmin nods not minding.  You do smoke, you just didn't want to have a full one today.

"It's like a part time thing though" han clarifies lighting his cigarette.

You walk dumbfounded,  well you suspected it but damn, you're surprised.

"What? are scared?" Seungmin asks and you shudder when he places his weighted hand around your shoulder.

"No I'm not" how can you be, "this is exciting" you never knew it but you guess this is the excitement you've been waiting for. Late nights runs with Paris boys.

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"What else do you guys do?" You ask stuffing your face with the sandwiches minho bought. You're now getting comfortable around them

They all stare at you confused.

"Like you steal? Okay. But do you like, gamble, drugs..." you pause "murder?"

They all laugh and look at you like you're crazy.

"Hold your horses princess" hyunjin says "we only steal, that's it" He adds diving into his food.

"We only steal what we need" han states.

"And some other things for fun" minho adds seemingly reminiscing on a memory,  which han catches onto and laughs.

Your face falls in understanding.

"What?" Seungmin asks and you turn to him. "Are you into that kinda stuff sweetheart?" He leans into you and your heart beat quickens.

"N-no" you stammer. He leans back and chuckles.

"I would've been surprised cause you can barely steal without getting caught" he mocks you and you smack his shoulder.

"Jerk"

"So y/n what are you into" hyunjin asks. You stare confused.

"Like hyunjin's into art and stuff and seungmin's into cigarettes and the thrill..." you tune out the rest of han's explanation finally getting it.

"Oh yeah, I'm into clothes. Like fashion" you say.

"That's good cause there's like a stop around the corner" minho adds and your eyebrows knit.

"Why does that matter?"

"Cause we're gonna get you some clothes baby" seungmin smirks.

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You'd never have thought you'd be wandering around Paris and stealing clothes. Obviously you didn't go to any high-end stores, you'd be caught in a flash. Instead the boys took you to some store. You know the store, you even know the owner. You usually come here to thrift and buy fabric.

"Y/n how have you been" she greets and you greet back warmly as though you're not here to steal from her.

"Some new fabrics have come in I think you'd like them" she tells you as the boys look around. "Want me to show you?" She asks sweetly but you decline.

"Maybe next time", you give her the best not awkward smile you can.

"Y/n come check out what you want", Seungmin calls out, and you follow.  The owner stares suspiciously at the boys.

You go through a series of clothes and the boys take notes of the ones you like and want.

"I like this one" you exclaim running your hands over the body-fitting dress you're trying on.

"Yeah it brings out your curves" Seungmin says eyeing your figure and you blush. Somehow his compliment doesn't sound creepy, if it was any other man you'd be cussing him out.

"Take it off and give it to minho" he says kinda bossy and you smirk, he's cute when he's giving out commands. You do as he says and give the dress to minho.

"So you're gonna pay for that one and they're gonna pack up the rest" he says to minho and then turns to you.

"And you baby are gonna take her to check out those fabrics" he caresses your cheek and you shudder.

"But I told her no" 

"And now you're gonna go back there and tell her yes, okay?" With the way he's looking at you, you can't help but obey.

And you do. The owner escorts you to the back to check the materials as the boys leave the store with your other clothes. It's a night shift, so she's alone with no other employees.

"Your parents called" the lady speaks and you turn to her "they asked if you were here"

"And what did you say?"

"I told them no" you groan "I can't keep lying for you y/n"

You know she can't, she can only lie so far. You sigh. 

"You need to go home y/n" she sounds like the angel on your shoulder right now. You need to go home but you won't. You can't leave this new-found excitement. 

You can't leave Seungmin.

"I will" you lie.

You walk out of the store and look around for the boys. They're walking down the road, so you ran after them.

"Hey, you left me." 

"We didn't, head start, remember" hyunjjn says, holding your bag. You hum.

"So where are we going now?"

"To drink" Seungmin says.

...

You laugh and giggle over stories as you scrunch your face at the burning trail the liquid leaves on your throat. 

"Have you never drank alcohol?" Seungmin says analysing the scrunched-up look on your face.

"I have" you straighten your face "this one's just kinda strong"

Seungmin takes a sip of your cup, clearing the liquid like it's nothing. You scoff. 

"You're such a show off" You joke and Seungmin tightens his hold around your waist.

"Im glad you noticed" he whispers against your ear, causing your body to shiver.

"We should head out now" hyunjin says standing up. "Are you coming Seungmin?" He nods to you and Seungmin. 

"Ahh. I think I'll join you guys later" he turns to face you "there's somewhere i wanna take y/n" you give him a confused.

...

"Where are you taking me?" You ask Seungmin as he drags you through the night.

"You'll see"

After walking and wandering around, Seungmin stops in front of a fountain. The water shoots out artistically as the lights allow the water to glow; the blue makes it look like a fairytale. You've seen this fountain before; you know it. But it looks and feels different under the circumstances you're in. Under the thrill and excitement Seungmin's brought you,

You're so caught up in the moment that you don't notice Seungmin take off his hoodie and jump into the fountain, which is illegal.

"It's so cold!" He exclaims, and you catch sight of a wet seungmin.

"Seungmin, what the hell are you doing?" You say, placing your hands on the edge of it.

"Taking a swim," he says, laughing and laying back. The fountain's deep enough for the water to reach his waist.

You laugh as Seungmin moves around, enjoying the water. He has this big and welcoming smile on his face that rubs itself onto you.

"You can get in trouble, you know?" You whisper-shout over his splashes.

"I know, and that's why you should join me." As he says the last part, he swishes his hand in the water and throws it in your direction.

"Ah," you scream, wiping water off your face.

"Come join me."

"Nope"

"I'm going to drag you in then," he says, moving to you and pulling you in. You don't even have time to react when your body is pulled into water.

Seungmin holds you so that you don't drown, even though it's not possible.

"Seungmin, we're going to get in trouble," you tell him, concerned.

"All that we've done tonight, and this is when you're worried about getting in trouble," he whispers as his eyes momentarily move to your lips. He's right, though.

"We won't be here long," he reassures you, his eyes falling on your lips again.

You look around a bit, not seeing anyone around. When you turn, you find Seungmin eyeing you, and you begin to blush.

"What?" You ask him shyly as he moves closer to you. His nose brushes against yours, and your hands move by themselves to his soaked chest. His thumb brushes your cheek as he smirks.

"I just think you look even cuter under the fountain lights." He doesn't let you react as his lips meet yours. His mouth is warm on you as his tongue brushes against yours. Your grip on his chest tightens, and his own grip tightens on your hips. He pulls you impossibly closer; his hand moves to your cheek, deepening the kiss and not allowing you to move.

"I'm so glad I met you tonight," he says in between breaths, causing you to smile against his lips.

You would've never guessed that tonight you'd be kissing some guys you met in the fountain that you've thought about swimming in before.

Before he can move his hands any further down your body, a bright light flashing in both your faces stops you.

"HEY!!" The security guard screams and starts running towards you.

"Shit"

"Come on." You both leave the water, and when your bodies detach, the cold of the night engulfs the both of you, the only warmth being from Seungmin's hand that's holding you as you run.

The water drips from your clothes, leaving a trail behind. Your clothes slightly pull you down, but the adrenaline helps you defy gravity and run fast.

Seungmin pulls you into a dark tunnel, and by this time, the guard, due to his physical limitations, couldn't catch up to you.

You lean against the wall as Seungmin stands in front of you, laughing.

"That was wild," you laugh.

"You should get used to it," he starts. "That's if you're going to be riding with us." He stares at you, waiting for an answer.

"Are you?"

It feels like a hard question, but you already know your answer.

"Yeah, I am," you say confidently. Seungmin smiles at your confidence.

"Then we should get going," he says, starting to walk.

"Going where?" You follow behind him.

"The boys and I were planning on going out of town," and, like on cue, a black open-roofed car stops in front of the both of you.

"And since you're a part of us, you're coming," he says, opening the car door, and you get in.

"Why are you guys all wet?" Hyunjin asks from the driver's seat.

Seungmin smirks at you: "Had some fun at the fountain.“

You chuckle, reminiscing on the recent memory.

You're not hundred percent sure what you've gotten yourself into, but you're here for it.

You're here for whatever Seungmin has for you.

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Where are all my seungmin babes.🤭

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Warnings: Swearing, heavy thirsting,, stupidity at its finest.

Pairing: LeeMinho!College student x Femalereader!College student

Premise: Your best friend comes up with the dumbest plan you've ever heard of. The plan consisting of having all your friends believing you are dating, all because they accidentally found out you live together. How is this supposed to prove anything? The man of your dreams will just have to stay that, in your dreams.

Authors notes: Hi...... Please please please let me know what you think! I never meant to start writing for SKZ this idea felt so right being for them that I couldn't bring it back. Plus with their comeback and the fact that I am dying to go to their concert. Lord have mercy on Ticketmaster.

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“Did you-” Chan breaks the silence, peering up from his laptop at the dining table in his apartment.

“No. Absolutely not.” You try to derail your best friend, not looking up at him at all. Focusing on the book in front of you. You know where this is going already, just by the look you can feel he’s giving you.

He knows you too well at this point. He waits for you to stop chewing on your lip before asking his question. “Did you or did you not sneak taking pictures of Lee today?”

Silence…

“No…..?”

You cringe inwardly, definitely not lying well.

“Felix told me he saw you” He scoffs at your terrible lying. Lying was easy when it was anyone other than Chan. It was almost second nature to you.

“Then why did you even ask me?!” You groan, falling back onto his couch. The book falls out of your hands with a thud, landing on the hardwood floor.

“Why are you stalking him?” You can hear his low chuckle from across the room. You fling yourself over to the side of the couch to look at him.

“I’m not! I’m just taking shots of him without him knowing so I can secretly drool over them later!” You try to plead your case. “Don’t look at me like that, shut up! Let me live in delulu.”

“You can’t be going around taking pictures of him, you freak.”

“OK, I’ll stoooop.” You whine. Ignoring his rude pet name, laying back to stare at his ceiling. “I don’t need to anyways.”

“You have hyunjin sending you pics from their practices don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“GAH! Why are you like this?” Grabbing a pillow you attempt to suffocate yourself into the fabric.

“ME? You’re such a weirdo.” He’s enjoying this too much. “Just talk to him”

“Um no.. have you seen him? Absolutely not. Brain is mush. And I will not embarrass myself more than I already do, thank you very much.”

“You are always over at his place anyways. How do you manage to go there and not talk to him?” He inquires as you toss the pillow back to the couch and stand up. Turning to face him you can’t help but shrug.

“Easy. He doesn’t pay me any attention. Besides I’m hanging out with the others and their place is the biggest next to yours but SOMEONE won’t let anyone in.” You remind him.

Chan had the biggest apartment out of the friend group, but for some unknown reason he wouldn’t let anyone over. No one other than you even knew which apartment building was his. Well you could understand why. It was a nice apartment, in a nicer, expensive building. Having all of you over at once was asking for disaster.

Having a game night at Changbins place proved right, when somehow the microwave caught on fire but no one could remember putting anything in there. The remains of the fire gave no clues either to what was actually in there. Changbin moved apartments shortly after that. Still they hadn’t been able to figure out who or what was the cause.

Chan was clearly trying to save his place. You weren’t much better, only a few people had been to yours so in hindsight it did make sense.

“Maybe one day, if they can all promise not to set anything alight.” He chuckles before mumbling under his breath as you leave the room. “Doesn’t pay attention huh? We’ll see about that.”

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“The love of my life knows I’m living with you, and all of our friends think we’re dating. This is the worst day of my life.” You cry out from the kitchen floor.

Staying at Chans wasn’t really an issue in itself. You had been friends since you were kids, you left to carry on middle school and highschool abroad before he moved to Korea for college. In a blind leap of faith you applied for the same college, and fate decided you two were destined to reunite. You had continued talking the whole time you were apart. You made sure to make time for each other, no matter how hectic life became whether it be facetime or calls or just a quick message. It was constant. It was a constant you needed in your life, one that made you believe you could trust him completely.

Joining his friend group was easier than you thought. They were already a melting pot of different personalities, but all choosing music in some way shape or form as either a minor or major. They just made sense together, so you slipped right into what seemed like an open space they had left vacant for you.

One friend however made things a little more difficult for you. It’s not like he was mean or rude or anything, he just didn’t seem to have much interest in you. Simple conversations, simple answers mostly consisting of shrugs. Unfortunately, the beautiful man that caught your attention upon first meeting clearly didn’t show any signs of wanting to get to know you. But he never seemed like he was annoyed or angry at your presence, so you took that as a win. What you didn’t take as a win but a MASSIVE loss is you falling more and more in love with him.

First his looks caught your eye, then his voice had your ears peaking in interest. And then you had the misfortune of watching him dance and you felt yourself clinging onto the cliff's edge of a love pit. Telling yourself he was only good-looking, nothing else. He must be a terrible person, and must treat his mother badly. Just trying to convince yourself that he was heavily flawed somehow.

You were proven wrong very quickly. Overhearing a phone conversation he was having with his mother and grandmother shut that thought up quickly. And when you heard him ask about his cats back home you all but swooned on the spot. All of your friends were dog people, but you were scared of dogs. You had cats of your own back home, hearing his love for his cats and seeing them plastered everywhere on his phone case you still held onto the notion that he was hopefully a cold uncaring person.

Only yet to be proven wrong. You couldn’t help yourself from watching him. Watching his interactions with the people around him. See how much he took care of his close friends, asking for no thanks in return but silently willing to help any of them out with any problem.

That’s when you knew you were doomed.

And now, because of renos happening in your apartment building you had reluctantly moved into Chan's guest bedroom. The issue was that upon a misunderstanding and accidental cohabitation reveal, a couple of them had realized that you and Chan had hidden the fact that you were staying together. And before Chan could clear anything up, the haste of their departure and apology for being nosey into your lives, congratulations and whines of being kept in the dark left everything muddy.

So that’s where it left you after Chan came home and explained what happened to you, on the floor, mopping.

“No. No, this is perfect!” Chan claps his hands excitedly, sitting down next to you.

“You and I have very different ideas of ‘perfect.’” Complete exasperation forces your voice out. “not only does he ignore me most of the time, but now I have even less of a chance because he thinks I’m taken.”

“Would you shut it a second and let me explain.” He huffs at you.

“Sorry I can’t hear you over my heartbreak” You dramatically cry.

“Well, turn it down and listen because I have a plan.” Sliding to lay down next to you on the cold tiles.

“A plan for what?” You crane your neck to look over at him.

“To prove to your blind ass that he does feel the same way.” He gives you a little shove, your body slightly lolling as you ragdoll.

“Have you been drinking today?” Your suspicion grows. He was out with Felix and Hyunjin this evening, chances are he was.

“…yes but that’s not the point.” Chan scoffs. “If he really thinks you and I are together now, there’s no way he won’t be jealous.”

“Elaboration please.” You are still confused, how could this possibly prove anything.

“Making me do all the work here.” His warm voice mumbles through the cold air. “Think about it. It’s not like we have to act any differently than we normally do. We are affectionate and close anyways. They don’t know that you’re in my guest room, if they ask we just keep things ambiguous. We don’t have to lie, but not give them the whole truth. Let’s let them assume it on their own. If he does truly have feelings for you, like I know he does, then he’ll show it. He may not talk about this kind of thing but his actions speak a lot louder than anything.”

“I see where this is going. And it sounds terrible.”

“Cmon what have you got to lose?” He had a point, but you were too stubborn to agree already.

“My reputation for people thinking I’m dating you.”

“Ok, ouch and here I am just trying to help.” His hand clutches his chest dramatically in pain. “Seriously, it’s a good plan. I’ll prove I’m right once and for all.”

You don’t need to mull it over. It does make sense what he’s saying, but the fear of you being right instead of him is what makes you hesitant. You let out a deep sigh.

“Fiiine.”

----

A few weeks after Chan's self-titled ‘Compromising Lee’ mission discussion, he had reluctantly agreed to let the boys come over for dinner. Much to their persistence and whining, only if they agreed to be on their best behaviors. Unbeknownst to you but very obviously to Chan Seungmins now interest was a clear sign of Minho wanting to get closer to find out if you were really dating.

Or at least that's what Chan tried to convince you of. Seungmin never voiced a desire to see his friend's place, he rarely cared about these things. But your best friend was overly excited about it, chirping on about how he was going to ‘show you Channie is always right’, to which you had scoffed and feigned a gag.

So now it came to this. Chan leading a tour through his large two bedroom upscale, top floor apartment, with everyone in tow. Except for you, you had been charged with starting to cook dinner. In hindsight, you don’t remember how you specifically got roped into this.

“What’s in this room?” Felix’s voice echoed from the hallway towards the bedrooms.

“Ah it was an empty guest room, but right now all of Y/n's stuff is in there.” Chan chimed happily bounding his way back to you on the completion of the tour.

You had just finished preparing all of the meat and vegetables when they shuffled back to the open kitchen and living room. Some moved to check out the entertainment system, some to aimlessly look through Chan's things scattered about the room.

“How much stuff did you bring?” Hyunjin snarked as he sat down on an island stool.

“I did have my own place before I moved in here.” You match his sass, eyebrow raising to him in mirth. “What did you want me to do, leave all my furniture behind? I just shoved it all in there for now.”

“Makes sense.” Felix nods in understanding, joining Hyunjin. As they start conversing, your eyes drift over to Chan, the excitement is written all over his face as his hands wildly animating whatever he’s talking about to IN and Jisung. In your peripherals you can finally take in Minho sitting on the couch with Seungmin discussing something you can’t hear, his face as beautifully stoic as ever. Bare faced, hair slightly messy, black pants and his favourite grey baggy hoodie. Your favourite hoodie. One that if you could you had any chance to, you would steal and wear 24/7. How cozy would you be surrounded by his scent? His warmth?

Your mind begins to wander dangerously away to your fairytale land, eyes drifting to stare down at the raw cut vegetables in front of you. However, you are quickly shocked out of it when you feel someone lean into you from behind. Chans giggle gives him away instantly.

“Seung, do you think you could help me sometime this week with a vocal project I’m working on?” The chest rumbles behind you as the arms caging you snuck out and stole a piece off the cutting board to munch behind you. “Actually Lee it would be great if I could get your help too.”

“Sure Chan, whatever you need.” He states quickly, the tone in his voice made a weird feeling crawl up your skin. You look up just in time to see Minho look away abruptly to turn to his phone.

Only offering a grunt in response. Weird. Something about Seungmin’s voice made you feel uneasy, you peer back to look at the man still clinging to you. The only thing you get from him is a shrug and a slight smirk. Clearly you had missed something, something he very much will taunt you about later.

----

“What do you think?” Han whispers, joining the mins on the couch.

“Well she definitely lives here. No doubt about that.” Seungmin flatly declares.

Minho doesn’t try to hide his annoyed eye roll. He can see you and Chan in the kitchen, flirting back and forth like normal, your normal friendly flirty banter. He’s starting to regret coming here, the signs of you cohabitating causing tension to ride in his body.

Chan continues to glue himself to you as you continuously brush him off to keep cooking. He had been stunned momentarily when you answered the door, your long hair in soft natural curls falling down your back, cute bunny slippers on your feet, and mint green fuzzy lounge set making you look like the most amazing thing to cuddle when falling asleep. But like the pro he has become around you he managed to stonewall himself, into indifference.

“She knows where everything is and she hasn’t asked him once if she can use anything.” Seungmin elaborates swiftly, noticing the look on Minho's face.

“Right and all of her stuff is mixed in with Chans. Instead of segregated spaces.” Han nods.

“It doesn’t confirm that they are actually dating though. Neither of them have said that they are.” Seungmin looks to a tense jawed Minho. “I told you, you needed to make a move before someone else did.”

“I know. I just-” Minho trails off. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you how he felt, it was just that he felt like he couldn’t. You were so independent, so opinionated, unafraid to be you, and he… well he was possessive, clingy and unintentionally stiff. He liked your spunk. It was so you. So What was he supposed to do? Try to chain you to his side because he’d want to be with you 24/7, wanting to feel you against him in any way he could, hear your voice telling him all the sweet things he imagined?

Besides, the chances of you actually returning his feelings were zero to none.

More so now, with Chan being an uncalculated option.

“I know you know, but now I have to live with a very moody…you.” Seungmin groans outwardly, reclining back on the couch.

He sends a not so subtle glare in Seungmin’s direction as the man leans back. As he does he catches your eye, upon making eye contact the glare falls from his face and his eyes widen slightly. His breath hitches and catches in his throat, you give him a soft shy smile before turning back to Felix. His whole body feels stuck, his mind reels. He can’t forget that smile, the smile that reached your eyes. The smile directed at him.

That smile was for him and him alone.

He blinks rapidly back to his two friends sharing the same confused look. He forces his body to remember to breathe again. He avoids your eyes for the rest of the night, afraid of the never settling butterflies threatening to erupt out of his stomach.

----

“Bin, is it alright if y/n swings by to grab something from me?” Chan breaks the concentration in the room.

“Yea, fine by me.” Changbin nods absentmindedly before looking up to the older. “What’s she up to tonight? Felix wanted to hang but she said she had plans.”

“She’s going out with the girls tonight, I think she mentioned something about the Insomnia club? I don’t know.” He shrugs, keeping an unconcerned aura about him, before excitedly sending you a final text. ‘Changbin says you can come by’

Minho starts to lose interest in the words in front of him. The project being slowly forgotten by the thought of getting to see you tonight. But his mind recalls a very significant detail about Insomnia, thankfully he doesn’t need to say anything as Changbin voices his unheard uneasiness

“The one with the handsy bartender? Damn, ballsy.”

Thank god for Changbin. Minho continues to stare at the papers in front of him, trying to really force a mask of indifference. His body reacting slightly to the conversation betraying his discomfort to the one person set on exploiting it. So, if it’s an indifference battle, Chan is set on winning.

“I guess” And like that, he watches Minho hand tighten around the pen he’s holding, sitting up a little straighter before slumping completely over his textbook and pretending to completely immerse himself in it.

“*whistles* Shit yn, looking good” Changbin calls out to you as you let yourself into his apartment.

“Nice to see you too Bin” You wink as you walk over to the table, resting against the end before looking at your best friend.“Chan can I have my portable charger please?”

He blinks at you momentarily before remembering his own plan.“Yea it’s in my backpack give me a second.”

Shifting weight from one leg to another, slight heels extenuating your leg muscles. Dress length to mid thigh, hugging all the right curves on your body. You had gone for a soft glam makeup look tonight, making sure you were dewy in all the right places to catch the light. That included your exposed collarbones and shoulders. Your hair was in your go-to loose waves, it did what it wanted anyways, so why fight it?

You try your best not to look at Minho as you wait, ignoring your need to look at the beautifully soft man. Seeing his sweatpants and baggy blank t-shirt with messy hair upon entering. One of your top 5 looks on him. His dance performance attire was something to drool over for sure, but something about him looking so comfy made your stomach do flips.

“What time will you be home?” Chan asks, handing over one of his portable chargers.

“I don’t know? When we’re bored?” You shrug, answering normally. He gave you a partial idea of what to say, so the rest you figured you were to keep it as true as possible.

“Ok. what about a jacket? Aren’t you going to get cold?” He looks you up and down quizzically like he wasn’t the one to tell you to wear it.

You scan down your outfit before you recall his instructions. “I couldn’t find the one I wanted. I think my leather one is still in a box somewhere. And I wasn't about to ruin my outfit with the other ones I have.”

“You should have grabbed mine.” Amused blase dripped from his voice. You have no idea where this plan of his is going but you do your best to maintain it.

“I would have if I thought about it. But I don't have time to go back now, and I gotta go or else I’m going to be late and I do NOT need Lia nagging at me again.” A pout creeps onto your lips before you turn to leave. “Bye guys have fun with your homework”

Two out of three of the boys wave to you as you depart, heading back into the taxi you arrived in to meet with your girls. You need to relax, one night you need to not be thinking about Minho as you fall asleep. Maybe the partying and alcohol would help, hell maybe even finding someone nice to flirt with.

After a few silent breaths and he’s sure you’ve left the building he can’t help his anger rise. Chan on the other hand is fighting within himself to stay calm. Not wanting to get too excited as he waits for the inevitable reaction from Minho.

“You’re actually letting her out dressed like that without you around?” Minho fists clench under the table, knuckles turning white as the image of you in that unholy dress engraves itself into his very being.

Chan looks up confused, like he wasn’t expecting to have to talk about you. “Huh? Oh yea.”

“Seriously?” There’s a slight bite to Minho. Chan does his best to stone face and seem annoyed by Minho's tone.

“Yes Lee *eye roll* I am. She’s a big girl, she can handle herself.”

“I’m with Minho on this. The last time we all went to that bar the bartender was really pushy and we were all there next to her. I can’t imagine what that slimy sack of nothing is going to try without us there. Not to mention her looking like an 8 course meal.” Changbin agrees.

A gasp escapes from Chan, a hint of laughter bubbling from him now. “Changbin, What would your boyfriend say?”

“He would agree. All 8 courses.”

Minho becomes increasingly uncomfortable with Chan's dispassion at your whereabouts. His possessiveness makes his skin itch, he knows he has no right to be. But seeing you dressed up, look even more stunning than you normally do is making his brain short circuit.

Chan might be able to just sit here and do nothing, but he can’t.

----

“Soooo are you gonna tell me what happened or do I have to force it out of you?” Chan sings happily as he flops down on your bed next to you. His face screams with eagerness as his body shakes with excitement.

“I have no idea what youre talking about…” You bite your lip and look over to the leather jacket hanging on your closet door.

“So you’re telling me, you’ve been stupidly happy since the night you went out because you finally accepted the advances of creepy mc creep and NOT because I saw you walk around the next day wearing Lee’s jacket in the house?” He tries to pout at you, but it only looks ridiculous on him. You can’t help but attempt to stifle a laugh behind your hand.

“Shut it. Nothing happened.” You manage to huff.

“Uh huh…..he went to the club and?” He starts for you.

“Aaaand, nothing. Seriously. He said he was out for a walk because you guys were taking a break and he happened to wander my way and remembered I didn't have a jacket so he wanted to check up on me for you. Then he saved me from a very shifty moment with said bartender and let me borrow his jacket and then left.” You say out in a rush, the need to defend yourself as well as his motives becomes increasingly necessary for your heart rate. “See nothing happened.”

“How the hell is that nothing? I’m starting to get worried about you.” Chan blanks at you, shaking his head at your dismissals. “I never asked him to check on you, you know. That one was all him.”

He adds before shuffling off your bed and out the door. “He was worried about you.”

You blush, hope ignites deep within you. But like a kindling flame you burn it out quicker then it started. He was just looking out for a friend's girlfriend. He hadn’t taken an interest in you before. He was just in the neighborhood, that's all.

He’s just a good friend to Chan.

----

Since that night it was like Minho seemed to appear around you alot more. Or was it the same and you just noticed even more because of that stupid bud of hope Chan planted in you. But days like today are when you noticed it. Normally when you were over at Seungmin and Minho’s place, Minho would be hiding in his room, only coming out for food occasionally or to just see what you guys were up to and then he’d retreat back.

Today however he had opted to stay in the living room with you Seungmin, Felix, and Hyunjin. You all had started the evening with ordering food and playing a new board game Felix had found and now it lay abandoned half played on the coffee table as the group began to look through Netflix for a movie to watch. And abnormally, there was Minho sitting on one of the big comfy chairs, watching the game progress with his phone untouched next to him. Which once again was strange, he was always on it when you were around.

“Oooo let’s watch this one. I haven't seen it yet!” You point excitedly at the thumbnail of a new horror movie that just came out.

“It was nice having you over y/n you can leave now.” Seungmin barks at you.

“Oh come on, I’ve been begging Chan for weeks to watch it, but he’s too scared.” You exasperatedly sigh. “You’ll vote for this movie right Minho?”

You knew Minho liked horror movies too, Jisung had told you. Unfortunately you had somehow forgotten that he probably didn’t know that you knew. Or maybe it was your own shock from remembering that small fact, as Jisung let it slip over a year ago and you’ve never forgotten.

His blank gaze stuns you for a moment before you scrunch your nose up in defeat, grabbing another bite of food.

“How is Chan by the way? I haven't talked to him in a while. He’s always busy.” Felix changed the subject unknowing of your rising heat from embarrassment.

“I don’t know” You shrug at him.

“What do you mean you dont know. You live together.” Hyunjin pipes up.

“I mean yea, but he hasn’t been home for like a month or so.” You snatch the remote from Seungmins grasp and continue scrolling.

Everyone's attention snaps to you.

“A MONTH?!” Hyunjin squeals.

“Calm down drama llama, he’s got upcoming production projects and presentations. He’s got a lot on his plate.”

“But still, he doesn’t take a break to come see you? Or facetime you? Or call you?” Felix tries to find some hope in your communication.

“Last time we talked was 2 weeks ago I think?” You think back. “That was only cause I was asking him where all the extra comforters were, because Innie and Ji were over for a movie night.”

Minho remembers that night. He was jealous that Jisung got to spend the night at your place. He felt stupidly bitter when he told him. But even when Jisung had extended the invite he couldn't bring himself to go. He may have decided being in love with you from afar was enough, but recently it was getting harder and harder to hide his feelings. Times like this he wanted to out himself, claim he could treat you better then Chan ever could. But he couldn’t do that to a friend, no matter how much it hurt to secretly love you now.

“If there was anything wrong he’d let me know.” Your only reasoning.

But there was something very wrong with it. All of it. How could Chan treat you like this? He once again feels his anger rising, so without saying anything or looking at anyone he leaves the room. Three of you back to bantering about the movie, all oblivious to Minho holding his bottom lip in a vice grip between his teeth in order to silence himself. Not quite all, Seungmin remains silent as he watches Minho leave the room. He knows how Minho is, as best friends and as roommates he knows the signs. He prides himself on being able to read Minho pretty well, but most recently in times like this watching his friend become physically displaced by his jealousy and his brooding makes him wish he couldn't.

----

Leaving the coffee shop with a blushing Chan in tow you couldn't help but coo at him.

The ever so lovely blonde barista there giving you two your drinks for free. The same barista being the only reason you two went there. The coffee was good, but Chan’s need to embarrass himself in front of her was even greater.

“I’m telling you, she likes you.” You mused at him. “Next time get her number and then you can finally invite her over. Once I’m out of your hair, you have free reign again.”

The renos for your place were almost done, you were given the notice for moving back in next week. You two would have to separate again. Over this past while everything just felt like it made sense being together. That sense of home you’ve both been missing being made up by each other's presence. A part of you was sad about it, but you needed your space again.

You sip on your iced coffee as you keep making the walk back to Chans apartment. Upon realizing that he stopped some step behind you, you turn to him. The shades of red in his cheeks now gone, but now replaced with scrunched eyebrows and a look of agitation.

“What if I want to make this permanent?” He finally looks up at you.

“I need my own space, Chan.”

“I’m just saying. Stay. Live here. Don’t go back.” He looks down at his feet again, sadness now evident. The only person Chan was ever selfish with was you, just like you were with him. Some unspoken right to want more and receive more. “I know it’s selfish of me, but is it so wrong that I really love having you with me?”

Unheard by the two of you in your sappy declarations in the middle of the sidewalk, Minho comes to a stop just around the corner upon hearing your voices. Catching part of chans speech, he hid, not feeling like he was allowed in your moment but also not being able to drag himself out of earshot.

“I love being with you too.” You agree, searching his face for any hidden emotions. “I’ve always loved being there.”

“Having you around 24/7 is my favourite thing keeping me sane right now.” Chan almost pleads to you, needing to justify himself for doing what you’ve both always done. Be that constant. “Being able to breathe, relax and have fun. I need you here, you are my family, my home away from home.”

“Alright.” You step towards him, arms coming up to encircle his shoulders, you feel his body relax as he hugs you back. “I’ll sell all my extra stuff. I’ll come home.”

The arms around you tighten.

Tighten, just like the pain in Minho's chest as he hears your words. You and Chan mean so much to each other, no one would have ever had a chance with you. Chan was your everything. He had to let this go, he had to get over you. Had to accept that you were happy with Chan. Accept the rejection that was never actually given to him.

Regaining his surroundings he takes off back the way he came. The reason he came down this way is completely forgotten by the need to lock himself in his room.

He’d let it go, for you and for Chan….and for himself.

----

You burst through the apartment door, your body in a flurry. Face red from sprinting all the way there. Jisung and Seungmin shoot up from the couch, completely taken by surprise by your entrance.

“Where is he?” You shout, spewing with anger. Eyes darting around in search of your target.

“What?” Seungmin asks, confused.

“Where is Minho?” Out of breath, you fight the urge to snap at them.

“His room?” Jisung points timidly to Minho’s room, jumping at each move you make.

You stomp your way over to his door, reaching out for the handle and turning. Locked. Another angry flash, you knock aggressively.

“Minho, open up. We need to talk.” You can’t stop your voice from coming out as a yell.

Great now you’re yelling.

“What's going on y/n?” Seungmin asks cautiously, having followed you to the doorway. There’s no way you would be acting like this, especially toward Minho if something serious didn’t happen. You weren’t the type to fly off the handle, yes sometimes you acted a little dramatic, but for the most part you were extremely level headed. So this right now in his apartment, he never would have guessed in a hundred years would be happening. “What's wrong?”

No answer from inside, so you bang on the door harder this time. The urge to break the door down growing stronger as his silence continues.

“Minho!!” You roar, your voice almost burning as you force it out. “This is ridiculous. OPEN THIS DOOR.”

A still nothing creeps out, you’re almost seeing complete red now, so this time you kick at the wooden slab in your way.

“You don’t get to punch my best friend in the face and not expect me not to do anything! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE!”

“You Punched CHAN?!” Jisung squeals in horror, slightly shielded by Seungmin.

“Holy shit.” Seungmin mumbles almost to himself. But unfortunately not to himself enough for you to not hear it. “could it be because of what Chan said to that blonde girl at the coffee shop?”

“You think? Chan really backpedaled hard when we caught him flirting with her and getting her number” Jisung whispers in return.

Once again not quiet enough.

“He punched him because of….What the actual hell?!” You can’t believe it. All you can hear is the blood pumping in your ears. You are angry….you were angry…..wait what were you…

The boys think you and Chan are dating.

The boys think Chan neglects you as his girlfriend.

The boys think Chan is trying to hookup with other girls when he’s with you.

The boys think Chan doesn’t care.

They all know how important Chan is to you. That you two describe each other as home.

None of them have said anything concerning. They all have seen what has happened and accepted it.

But Minho showed up at the club, jacket in hand.

Minho threatened the bartender.

Minho was always around.

Minho began to stare at you, you’ve caught him on numerous occasions.

Minho leaves the room when you talk about Chan.

Minho punched Chan because he thought your boyfriend was cheating on you.

Chan's words ring in your mind. ‘If he really thinks you and I are together now, there’s no way he won’t be jealous.’ ,‘I’ll prove I’m right once and for all.’

“Minho come out please, we really need to talk. Fuck, everything is so messed up.”

You think about what you know about Minho. Minho always speaks in his actions. What are his actions pointing towards? It’s now or never, you need to know.

Turning to Seungmin and Jisung, you hold your gaze firm. Mind made up. “I need you both to tell me this right now. Yes or no. Does Minho have feelings for me?”

“Y/n…we can't say–”

They shift awkwardly on the spot, eyes darting from you to each other trying to divert attention. That was all the confirmation you needed.

Without letting your anxiety talk you out of it you quickly pull out your phone, unlocking it and opening the photo albums. Your sneaky Minho album, that you’ve continued to add to without Hyunjins help even after Chan's plan was put in motion. You slide it under the door, well you can’t turn back now.

“Please just look at my phone. Please?” You almost end up begging against the cold door. “You all just assumed that Chan and I were together. Of course we love each other, but we're just friends, like brother and sister. I’ve been staying in his guest room, since my building is under renos. Chan has a crush on the blonde girl barista in the coffee shop near his place. I’ve been helping him flirt with her for months”

Deep breath.

“I’m in love with-”

The door flies open. Your breath hitches as you see the man of your dreams, smile so dazzling you feel as though you’ve entered one of your fantasies again.

“You.”

You finally mumble out.

Without saying anything he reaches an arm out, holding something towards you. You expect to see your phone when you look down but you're shocked to see his phone, screen unlocked, photos open to an album titled ‘mint-bun’ filled with candid photos of you, selfies you had posted and cropped group shots.

Shocked is an understatement as you look back up to him.

“I’m in love with you too.” His eyes are strong and determined, looking directly into your own, as he confesses.

Maybe sometimes Chan was right, even if his plan was stupid.

masterlist

airport farewell

“Minho one shot”

Pairing: Lee Minho x female reader

Genre: Angst,

Warnings: If you can’t deal with angst please don’t read

Word count: 1.1 K

[3:13 am]

You suddenly woke up; you didn’t know why. You looked at your side, Minho wasn’t there. You looked at the time, it was 3:13 am. You saw his phone wasn’t on the side table. You went downstairs in the hope that he must be in the kitchen, you hurried down but he wasn’t there. You went to check the rooftop but he wasn’t there too. You were scared, you tired calling him. You thought maybe he went to dorm but why now? He could’ve told you once that he was going. He wasn’t picking up the call, you texted him but he wasn’t replying. You tried calling him again and again.

“Darn it. Why isn’t Minho picking up” you were getting worried. You weren’t sure if you should call Jisung or not because it’s very late.

Notifications made it’s way to your phone, your eyes widen. You looked at the date, you cursed yourself for forgetting to check the date; Minho was supposed to leave Korea today for concerts. You called Minho again in a hope that he will pick up. You went to your bedroom and changed into white tee and black jeans, fast. You took your car keys and went out of your house.

You didn’t realize at what speed you were driving your car, there was just one thought inside your head and that was, you need to meet Minho anyhow. You were still calling Minho but he wasn’t picking up.

For a second you thought you should call Jisung and tell him to give the phone to Minho, you tried calling him but his phone was unreachable. You gave it few tries but it wasn’t working at all. You tried calling Minho again but still no response.

It usually takes 45 minutes to reach airport but luckily you made it in 30 minutes, and those 30 minutes were hell to you. You parked your car quickly.

[Airport]

You were trying to call Minho; he wasn’t picking up. You were trying to find Minho in between their fans, media and staffs. After running for 20 minutes, you were devastated. How much you wanted to ask him, why didn’t he let you know he was leaving? why didn’t Minho let you know the flight timing? Why wasn’t he picking up his phone? Why didn’t he tell you anything? You found it in news.

Your tears making ways to fall, you couldn’t think straight; the thought of you won’t be able to see him for months was killing. You were trying to call him continuously; he wasn’t picking up in purpose, you were sure of it now. He never does this unless he is dead busy and right now, he is in airport.

You were worried that you won’t be able to see him and say goodbye, you looked at the call log, you called Minho for 30 times but he didn’t pick up. You started running to check people who are checking in, you were running carelessly, you tripped on your shoelace; you fell and your phone too.

“Shit, why now?” you cursed.

You quickly picked up your phone, you thought of calling Minho but then you spotted them, you could recognize him from his back. He was talking to Jisung. You were facing their back. You ran towards them, in a hope that Minho will notice you and maybe talk to you. You tried calling him again just in hope that he might pick because you know you can’t just go and drag him from them here, that would cause a mess. You saw, him looking at his phone, you tried your best to make him see you. You texted him, that you are here.

He turned to you and he was taken aback, he looked at you and your tears coming out, you were relieved that you saw him. You were wiping your tears but they were unstoppable. You saw him coming, towards you; you were smiling but tears were telling you to cry. He held your arm and dragged to a corner, looking at his adorable face you hugged him tight. You couldn’t care less even if his shirt was getting wet.

“how- how could you?” only you know how tight you were holding him. He hugged you back, you felt warm.

“How could I possibly tell you? That I’ll be leaving for few months? And you won’t be able to see me.” He spoke, his voice was soft as usual. His voice was always calming.

“Minho, why were you picking up my call? Tell me, do you hate me that much?” your cries were louder and your grip was tighter on his shirt; you didn’t want to look at him.

“I was scared to say goodbye to you” he replied caressing my hair, “I was scared to make you cry. I hate to make you cry. This is my first time leaving you for few months like this. I was scared to hurt you but you found me before I left.” He continued.

“You could’ve told me, but this isn’t fair. I will surely miss you but leaving without a goodbye is absurd Minho. Do you know how worried I was, I felt helpless; I was worried what if I won’t be able to make it on time or because I have no idea when is your flight. I… I even tried calling Jisung but his phone was unreachable. I- I was just scared of losing you Minho, you know that.”

“Now look at me and stop crying, okay?” he said, you weren’t ready to look at him because you know once you do, you will cry again, he slowly lifted your chin and wiped your tears with his thumb.

“My baby, shh. Don’t cry, I’ll be back soon” he said and pecked your lips. You weren’t ready to let go his warmth but you have to.

“Minho, I will miss you. Do well in your concert.” You said him and tried to smile. He hugged you one more time and let you go.

“Don’t stress too much while I’m away, be safe and take care. Okay?” you nodded, he came and kissed you softly, you didn’t hold back and kissed him back. Your tears started falling again, making your lips wet. This was a come back soon kiss, you wanted to give him all of you. After you parted, he looked at you.

“I’ll be back, goodbye. I love you.” He said

“I’ll wait for you to return; I can hold myself well. I love you Minho” you said and he left. You saw him walking away, your tears couldn’t stop and you cried your heart out. You walked out of airport.