Stray kids Reaction- They Kiss Their Best Friend
Chan
It began with an innocent spark, a gentle curiosity that emanated from his dear friend, a girl of enchanting allure. Little did Chan know that this simple exchange would unravel the threads of his existence, leaving him yearning to turn back the hands of time and not engage in this conversation. And now, as you both found yourselves nestled upon the plush cushions of his music studio, his gaze met yours, your eyes brimming with anticipation as you eagerly awaited his response to the question that hung in the air like a delicate wisp of desire: "What's it like to kiss?"
Chan interrupted the silence by clearing his throat, intrigued by your thoughts. He asked why you hadn't sought the help of your female companions to solve the mystery that had been occupying your mind. However, you refused, displaying a mix of determination and vulnerability. Unbeknownst to Chan, your true question was concealed by your blushing cheeks - "What is it like for a young man to kiss a young woman?" The intensity of your inquiry lingered in the air as you both stood there, waiting. Chan probed further, hoping to avoid the impending revelation, but you stood firm, promising to reveal your secrets if he answered.
Chan let out a deep sigh, as if burdened by his unexpressed feelings. Despite the intense heat that made his neck feel hot, he found the bravery to share his answe to your question. Though he couldn't gather the courage to look directly into your eyes, he made up his mind to explain, hiding the countless instances he had fantasized about the gentle touch of your lips.
"Kissing a girl is soft. Her lips smooth, falling open at the brush of your tongue, welcoming you, making you feel just right."
"Kissing a girl is hot. The little, breathy sounds she makes as you back her up against the wall, grasping her hips as you suck on her bottom lip."
"Kissing a girl is desperate. Teeth tugging at her lips, fingers twined into her hair clenching into a fist as you sloppily lick into her mouth. You can't get enough."
"Kissing a girl is tender. A barely there press of your lips against hers. Shifting from the corners of her mouth to the center and then focusing on the rest of her face, tiny pecks everywhere, worshiping her, because that's what she deserves."
Chan's eyes finally met yours, and at that instant, a surge of shyness overwhelmed him, causing him to resist the urge to hide his face under his cap. His voice, now husky with embarrassment, trembled as he asked, "Why are you asking?" The weight of his confession burdened him, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.
"I had expected a response along the lines of enjoyment. That's usually what young men tell me," you commented, your words tinged with disappointment. A mischievous smile appeared on your face, providing him comfort amidst his uneasiness.
His next words slipped out before he fully grasped their implications, "It seems like you've been seeking affection from the wrong people."
Your smile grew wider, and in that moment, he couldn't help but wonder if you were reciprocating his playful banter. Confusion clouded his mind as he struggled to determine the appropriate course of action. After all, you were his dear friend, and he couldn't risk jeopardizing the bond you shared. The weight of the moment hung heavy in te air, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts. As you let out a weary sigh and stood up from your chair, "Well, I have a date to get to," you told him heading to the door.
Unexpectedly, Chan rose from his seat with a determined look in his eyes. He swiftly moved towards you, intercepting your path and pressing you firmly against the door. The suddenness of his actions caught you off guard, and before you could react, his lips met yours in a passionate, electrifying kiss. Time seemed to stand still as the room faded away, leaving only the two of you locked in this intense moment. The world outside ceased to exist as the heat of his touch consumed you. But just as quickly as it had begun, Chan withdrew, his expression filled with remorse and regret. The silence that followed was deafening, the tension palpable.
"S-sorry. I've been thinking of kissing you a lot and you were asking me about kissing and stuff." Chan, his eyes filled with regret, expressed his apologies for his impulsive actions. His vulnerability and honesty touched your heart, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions welling up inside you. "I lied," You whipsered causing hiim to blink confused, "About the date." The date was merely a ruse, a desperate attempt to encourage Chan to take action. The realization washed over him, a mix of surprise and relief evident on his face. And in that moment, you pulled him closer, your lips meeting his once again in a passionate, all-consuming kiss.
Lee know
The decision was made to go out and relieve some stress, so a small group of your close female friends and the members of Stray Kids chose a low-key venue to avoid attracting too much attention. The night was filled with joy, drinks, delicious food, dancing, and singing. The younger members of the group tried to convince Lee Know to join them on the dance floor, but he annoyedly declined. Seeing their pleading expressions, you approached Lee Know, took his hand, and guided him to the dance floor. Despite his initial hesitation, you successfully persuaded him to join in on the fun.
As the night wore on, the group's energy only seemed to increase. Stray Kids' members were known for their high energy performances, and it was clear that they were not going to let a night out with friends go to waste. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the atmosphere was electric. As the night progressed, Lee Know began to let loose and enjoy himself. His initial reluctance to dance was replaced with a newfound confidence, and he began to move with the rhythm of the music. You could see the joy on his face as he let go of his inhibitions and allowed himself to be swept up in the moment.
As the music pulsed through the air, enveloping the dimly lit room in a vibrant energy, you and Lee Know moved in perfect harmony. The respite of the group seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a world of your own creation. Whatever had found its way into your drink had unleashed a wave of euphoria, causing laughter to bubble up from deep within you. Lee Know, always quick-witted and mischievous, had playfully remarked on your delirious state, his eyes twinkling with amusement. But amidst the laughter and the swirling lights, Lee Know's gaze never wavered from you. It wasn't a sense of obligation that kept him by your side, but a genuine desire to protect and care for you. His sentiments for you were no secret, at least not to those who knew him well. They lingered in the recesses of his thoughts, a constant presence that he couldn't shake off.
And yet, there were moments when Lee Know's aloofness would surface, his emotions hidden behind a veil of indifference. It was a defense mechanism, a way to protect himself from the vulnerability that came with caring deeply for someone. But you, with your unwavering smile and understanding eyes, managed to endure his occasional distance with grace. You saw through his facade, recognizing the walls he had built around himself. And instead of pushing him away, you chose to embrace him, to show him that he didn't have to face the world alone.
In your presence, Lee Know found solace. He found someone who saw him for who he truly was, flaws and all, and loved him unconditionally.
As his lips gently met yours, a surge of astonishment coursed through your veins, causing your eyes to widen in sheer disbelief. The unexpectedness of his kiss left you momentarily breathless, as if time had momentarily stood still. In that fleeting moment, he summoned the courage to reveal his deepest emotions, whispering softly against your trembling lips, "I'm in love with you." His gaze, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and trepidation, intently searched your eyes for any sign of reciprocation. His complexion, now drained of color, betrayed the fear that gripped his heart, yet a glimmer of hope flickered within his eyes.
In that moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a bubble of anticipation. The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of vulnerability and the unknown. Your mind raced, trying to process the magnitude of what he had just confessed. As you looked into his eyes, you saw the raw honesty and sincerity that radiated from within him. It was as if he had bared his soul, exposing his deepest desires and fears. The intensity of his gaze mirrored the intensity of his emotions, and you could feel the electricity between you, crackling with the unspoken possibilities.
With a trembling voice, you whispered back, "I... I think I'm in love with you too." The words hung in the air, a fragile bridge connecting your hearts. In that instant, the world seemed to come alive again. A smile broke across his face, a mix of relief and joy. The fear that had gripped his heart began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of hope and possibility. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he could finally breathe freely.
Changbin
Once Changbin had made the introductions, the other members found great delight in playfully taunting him. Their mischievous nature thrived on teasing him, especially since he had unknowingly provided them with the perfect material for their jests. It was evident to everyone that Changbin's heart was captivated by none other than his closest companion - you. The youngest members, with their innocent yet mischievous spirits, began chanting the playful rhyme of "Changbin and Y/n sitting in a tree." Overwhelmed by their relentless teasing, Changbin sought solace in the seclusion of his studio, hoping to escape their relentless banter.
In the solitude of his studio, Changbin found solace amidst the chaos that had ensued. Surrounded by the familiar scent of ink and the comforting hum of his equipment, he sought refuge from the relentless banter of his fellow members. The walls of his sanctuary seemed to shield him from their mischievous taunts, allowing him to focus on the melodies that danced in his mind. However, every time he is about to work you pop into his mind and he can't help but wonder if maybe his friends were seeing something he wasn't.
Changbin's heart was a battlefield, torn between the comfort of friendship and the allure of something more. He had known you for years, your laughter and kindness weaving their way into the fabric of his existence. But lately, he couldn't help but notice the way his heart skipped a beat when you entered a room, or how his gaze lingered a little longer on your smile. Your exceptional qualities only intensified his confusion. Your intelligence, wit, and compassion were a magnetic force, drawing him closer with each passing day. Your captivating presence had a way of lighting up a room, and Changbin found himself gravitating towards you, unable to resist the pull.
Yet, amidst the chaos of his emotions, Changbin yearned for clarity. He longed to decipher the true nature of his feelings, to understand if what he felt for you was merely a deep friendship or something more profound. He questioned whether his heart was playing tricks on him, or if there was a genuine romantic connection waiting to be explored. Days turned into nights, and Changbin's mind became a battleground of thoughts and emotions. He analyzed every interaction, every word exchanged, searching for signs that would lead him to the truth. But the more he delved into the depths of his own heart, the more tangled the web of uncertainty became.
His friends noticed the change in him, the way his eyes would light up when your name was mentioned, or the way he would become lost in thought whenever you were near. They urged him to confront his feelings, to take a leap of faith and see where it would lead. But Changbin was hesitant, afraid of losing the precious friendship he cherished so deeply. And so, he remained trapped in this whirlwind of emotions, unable to focus on anything else but the mystery of his own heart. Each passing day only deepened his longing for clarity, for an answer that would bring him peace. Changbin knew that until he could untangle the threads of his emotions, he would forever be caught in this confusing dance between friendship and infatuation.
He arrived at your doorstep, his tired eyes shadowed with hints of sleepless nights. Without hesitation, you welcomed him into your home, hoping to ease the burdens weighing on his soul. Little did you know, his intentions were different from your compassionate intentions. Despite the potential for criticism, he was determined to use an audacious experiment to unravel his emotions.
"I need to test a theory," he admitted, his voice uncertain.
"Okay," you replied, intrigued by his mysterious request.
"I need your help," he said, looking directly at you.
"How can I assist you?" you asked, feeling both curious and apprehensive.
"You must give me a kiss," he declared, his bold proposal holding the key to unlocking his heart's secrets.
You were taken aback by his unexpected request, unsure of how to respond. The air in the room suddenly felt heavy with anticipation, as if the outcome of this experiment held the power to change everything. You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the consequences of indulging his audacious proposition. His tired eyes pleaded with you, silently begging for your understanding and cooperation. There was a vulnerability in his gaze that tugged at your heartstrings, compelling you to consider his plea. Despite the potential for criticism and judgment, you couldn't ignore the genuine desperation in his voice.
With a deep breath, you made a decision. Swallowing your doubts, you stepped closer to him, your heart pounding in your chest. As you leaned in, your lips met his in a gentle, hesitant kiss. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with uncertainty and a shared vulnerability. In that fleeting connection, you felt a surge of emotions pass between you. It was as if his experiment had indeed unraveled something deep within him, and the weight of his burdens seemed to momentarily lift. As you pulled away, you searched his eyes for answers, unsure of what this experiment had truly accomplished. His expression was a mixture of relief and confusion, as if he had expected a different outcome. "Shit."
"Bin?" you inquire, your voice filled with surprise and confusion. Your heart skips a beat, fearing that you may have done something wrong. Thoughts race through your mind, wondering if your breath was unpleasant or if your kissing skills were lacking. As you pout, he notices your expression and rushes to clarify, shaking his head vigorously. "No, not like that," he stammers, desperately trying to find the right words. He takes a moment to collect himself, allowing his head to fall back in contemplation. "The boys, they mentioned that I might be in love with you."
The weight of his words hangs in the air, leaving you breathless. "So you kissed me?" you inquire, your voice barely above a whisper. He nods, his eyes filled with vulnerability. "To see if it was true," he admits, his voice laced with uncertainty. A heavy silence envelops the room as you both process the magnitude of the moment. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice filled with raw emotion. "And... Shit?" you ask, your voice trembling. He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "Shit," he confesses, his voice filled with both fear and longing. "As in, I'm in love with my best friend."
Your heart swells with emotion as you take in his words. You had always suspected that there was something more between the two of you, but you never dared to hope that he felt the same way. The realization that he had been struggling with his feelings for you only adds to the intensity of the moment. You reach out to take his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. "I don't know what to say," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought that you could feel the same way about me."
"The same-" He sighed in relief, gently taking your hand and squeezing it, "The same."
Hyunjin
Hyunjin longed to delve into the world of artistry by painting a captivating muse, and fate had presented him with the perfect candidate - you. He knew of your love for peace and stillness, and how effortlessly you could entertain both him and yourself with your endless chatter. You were draped in a graceful, flowing gown, reclining on his bed, finding comfort in its soft embrace, while Hyunjin diligently positioned himself behind his easel. As he painted, you regaled him with a vivid account of your week's adventures, every detail flowing from your lips, accompanied by the soothing hum of Hyunjin, a silent symphony of admiration.
As the strokes of his brush danced across the canvas, Hyunjin found himself completely captivated by your presence. The way your eyes sparkled with excitement as you recounted your tales, the way your hands moved gracefully in the air, emphasizing every word, it was as if you were a living work of art. The room seemed to come alive with your energy, the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm, ethereal light upon your figure. The colors on the canvas began to take shape, each stroke carefully capturing the essence of your spirit. Hyunjin's heart raced with anticipation, eager to immortalize your beauty on the blank canvas before him.
In those moments, as Hyunjin's brush glided across the canvas, he poured his emotions onto the surface, attempting to capture the essence of your being. Every stroke was filled with tenderness and longing, as he tried to immortalize the way your laughter danced in the air, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief, and the way your touch sent shivers down his spine. But as much as he yearned to express his love for you through his art, he couldn't bring himself to confess his feelings. The fear of losing the beautiful friendship you both shared held him back, like a delicate thread that he was afraid to unravel. He treasured the moments spent together, the late-night conversations, and the shared dreams, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing it all.
So, he found solace in being by your side, cherishing every stolen glance and every shared smile. He reveled in the comfort of your presence, finding peace in the knowledge that you were a part of his life, even if it was just as a friend. He knew that his love for you was a secret he would carry within his heart, a flame that burned brightly but silently. Yet, there were moments when the intensity of his emotions became too overwhelming to ignore. It was in those instances, when you were so close that he could feel your warmth, that his heart would race uncontrollably. His palms would grow damp with anticipation, and his mind would be consumed by the desire to lean in and kiss you, to taste the sweetness of your lips and to let his love be known.
But he held himself back, his fear of losing you overpowering his desire. He couldn't bear the thought of crossing a line that might shatter the delicate balance of your friendship. So, he would take a deep breath, his eyes filled with longing, and he would push those thoughts aside, burying them deep within his soul. For Hyunjin, capturing your essence on canvas became his way of expressing the love he couldn't voice. Each stroke of his brush was a silent declaration, a testament to the depth of his feelings. And though you may never know the true extent of his love, his art would forever be a testament to the beauty you brought into his life.
Hyunjin was mesmerized by a single strand of hair that had escaped its confinement, swaying gently. He gracefully rose from his position and approached you, kneeling beside the bed. With tender care, he brushed the hair away from your face, revealing your exquisite features. Lost in his pursuit of capturing your essence on canvas, he failed to recognize the profound intimacy that enveloped the space between you both.
You playfully questioned the unspoken tension in the air, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. "Are we about to kiss?" you teased, your voice filled with anticipation. Hyunjin lifted your chin with a gentle hand, meeting your gaze. Time stood still as his lips met yours, fulfilling a long-held desire. The soft and tender connection sent warmth cascading through his being. Only when he reluctantly pulled away did he realize the consequences of his impulsive actions.
As Hyunjin continued to paint, his strokes becoming more fervent and passionate, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. The room seemed to shrink, the air thick with unspoken desires. The intensity of the moment was palpable, yet he remained oblivious to the electric current that crackled between them. It was only when he finally stepped back to admire his work that he noticed the raw emotion captured on the canvas, a reflection of the profound intimacy that had unfolded before his eyes. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless and yearning for more.
The taste of your lips lingered on Hyunjin's, a bittersweet reminder of the forbidden connection they had shared. Regret washed over him as he realized the consequences of his impulsive actions. The weight of his actions settled heavily on his shoulders, threatening to drown him in a sea of guilt. He had crossed a line, a line that he knew he could never uncross. The unspoken tension in the air had been shattered, replaced now by a heavy silence that hung between you two.
"Sorry." Regret washed over him as the words slipped from his lips, causing him to cringe inwardly. In response, you gracefully rose from your seat and approached him, drawn to the masterpiece he had been tirelessly crafting for hours. The painting before you was a breathtaking display of artistry, each stroke meticulously capturing your essence and highlighting your beauty in a way that left tears welling in your eyes. It was evident that this was how he perceived you, and it was no wonder he had been moved to kiss you. With a tender gesture, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss upon his cheek, your voice barely above a whisper "I'm sorry I didn't recognize your feelings." The sincerity of your words caused a flush to creep up his cheeks, and in that moment, "But I'd like to explore mine." You made it clear that you were willing to explore the depths of this connection, eager to see where it may lead.
Han
As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the world, the late hours of the night enveloped you and Han in a restless embrace. The discomfort of the hotel beds weighed heavily upon your weary bodies, denying you the solace of sleep. In search of respite, you both found yourselves drawn to the the pool of the hotel. The stillness of the night was mirrored in the deserted pool area, where only the two of you ventured. With the water lapping at your feet, you engaged in heartfelt conversations, the ripples of your words mingling with the gentle waves.
As the night wore on, weariness transformed into a whimsical delirium, and laughter danced upon your lips. In a moment of playful abandon, you dared to push Han into the cool depths of the pool, his pajamas clinging to his drenched form. Yet, he retaliated with a mischievous grin, seizing hold of your delicate ankles and pulling you into the water's embrace. The nightgown that adorned you became a vessel for the moonlit waters, as you both surrendered to the enchantment of the night. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in this magical moment.
As the weight of the gown threatened to drag you underwater, you couldn't help but burst into laughter. The absurdity of the situation was not lost on you, and the sound of your own amusement echoed through the water. Despite the struggle, you attempted to swim, the delicate fabric billowing around you like a graceful, otherworldly creature. It was as if the gown had a life of its own, dancing with the currents and adding an ethereal touch to the scene.
Han stood tall in the water, his head above the surface. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
With a gentle touch, he reached out and grasped your arm, guiding you towards him. As his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you close, a jolt of electricity coursed through your body. The closeness between you was undeniable, and the connection you shared seemed to transcend the boundaries of friendship. Your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, betraying the emotions that swirled within you. It was a moment that went beyond mere friendship, hinting at the unspoken desires Han held for you. The world around you seemed to fade into the background as you locked eyes with Han.
But as the two of you stood there, lost in each other's gaze, oblivious to the world around you, others couldn't help but notice the undeniable chemistry between you. Whispers and knowing glances were exchanged among your friends and acquaintances, who had long suspected the depth of Han's feelings for you. They watched, their hearts filled with a mixture of joy and longing, as the two of you remained blissfully unaware of the truth that was so evident to everyone else.
Han found himself unable to resist the overwhelming allure you possessed, as he was captivated by your beauty illuminated by the gentle moonlight. The touch of your delicate form against his own was incredibly tender and inviting. In a moment of impulsive passion, his lips met yours, surprising you. However, upon sensing your lack of reciprocation, he hastily withdrew, his eyes filled with astonishment and anxiety. A whirlwind of thoughts consumed his mind, tormenting him with the belief that he had irreparably damaged your connection. Yet, in a miraculous turn of events, your arms encircled his neck and your legs entwined around his waist, conveying a sense of reassurance and affection. With a radiant smile adorning your face, you leaned in to grant him a genuine and heartfelt kiss, mending any doubts or fears that had previously plagued his heart.
Felix
According to his friends, Felix followed you like a loyal dog, but as someone who knew him well, you saw his behavior as that of a faithful golden retriever, which you appreciated. You were unaware of his romantic feelings and valued him as your closest friend. However, his friends grew weary of his complaints about your dates with "stupid" men and encouraged him to pursue a romantic relationship with you. Yet, it was not an easy choice for him. He cherished your friendship and was satisfied with it.
He cherished your friendship and was satisfied with it, finding solace in the comfort and trust that you both shared. Felix had always been there for you, offering unwavering support and a listening ear whenever you needed it. He had seen you through heartbreaks and triumphs, and his loyalty never wavered. But as time went on, Felix couldn't help but notice the pang of jealousy that crept into his heart whenever you mentioned your dates with other men. He couldn't deny the twinge of longing he felt, wishing he could be the one by your side, making you laugh and sharing intimate moments. His members, seeing his internal struggle, urged him to take a chance and pursue a romantic relationship with you.
However, Felix was torn. He feared that crossing the line from friendship to romance might jeopardize the bond you both cherished so deeply. He didn't want to risk losing you altogether, and the thought of potentially ruining what you had was a daunting prospect. So, he continued to suppress his feelings, content with being your closest friend and confidant. As time went on, Felix's internal battle intensified. He found himself daydreaming about what it would be like to hold your hand, to share stolen glances and tender moments. The more he tried to push these thoughts away, the stronger they became. It became increasingly difficult for him to ignore the longing in his heart.
While strolling through the enchanting park, the air was filled with the delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee, creating a pleasant atmosphere for your heartfelt conversation. You opened up to him about your recent dating misadventures, expressing your disappointment in yet another unsatisfying encounter. The men you met on dating platforms seemed only interested in casual connections, while the ones introduced by your friends made you feel uncomfortable and out of place. As you continued your search for love, it became increasingly clear that no other suitor possessed the captivating charm and genuine connection that Felix effortlessly provided. Frustration crept into your words as you couldn't help but wonder why the men you encountered failed to embody the captivating presence that Felix possessed.
Felix's attention had been divided, partly due to the overwhelming surge of jealousy he felt towards the fortunate man who had the privilege of courting you, and partly because he was captivated by the sight of your rosy nose and endearing appearance, bundled up to shield yourself from the biting cold. "Have you even been paying attention?" you complained, to which he responded with a mischievous grin, skillfully evading any reprimand from you. In response, you simply chuckled and playfully rolled your eyes. "What has been occupying your thoughts?"
Felix, without any hesitation, gently cradled your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss, although brief, overflowed with tenderness. As he pulled away, he was met with your astonished expression, causing his face to pale. It dawned on him that this was not a dream; he had genuinely kissed you.
"I'm so so sorry oh my god I should have definately not have done that.I'm so sorry- I-" Felix stuttered, his voice heavy with remorse, he couldn't eve hear you call his name. "If you don't even want to talk to me again-"
Before he could utter another word, you interjected with a soft yet resolute "Felix." Grasping his scarf, you drew him closer, capturing his lips with yours. As you kissed him, he let out a gentle gasp and melted into your embrace, his mouth forming an "oh" of surprise. The kiss overflowed with desire and yearning, and you knew that this was merely the start of something exquisite.
"I was waiting for you to get my hints."
Seungmin
You and Seungmin were intimately acquainted with the art of playful combat. Banter, jesting, light-hearted teasing, and the exchange of sarcastic remarks were the very essence of your affectionate bond. Thus, when Seungmin graced your college with his presence to offer his unwavering support, you anticipated his usual antics of mocking the efforts you had invested. You half-expected him to question whether all the time and energy you had dedicated to your endeavors were truly worth it. However, to your astonishment, his demeanor was nothing short of encouraging. As his gaze met yours, his eyes shimmered with a profound admiration for the remarkable achievements you had attained.
He knew that this project meant a lot to you, and he wanted to be there for you every step of the way. Seungmin admired your dedication and drive, and he wanted to support you in any way he could. As you delved into the smallest details of the project, he listened intently, hanging onto your every word. Your face lit up with excitement as you explained the grand scheme of things, and Seungmin couldn't help but be captivated by your passion. He loved seeing you so animated and enthusiastic, and it made him even more determined to be the best partner he could be. He knew that your happiness and success were important to him, and he never wanted to be the one to dampen your enthusiasm.
Despite his own busy life and sometimes neglecting your needs, you never complained. You understood that he had his own responsibilities and commitments, and you respected that. But when it came to your interests and projects, he always made an effort to be serious and attentive. He wanted you to know that he valued your passions and that he was there to support you. Seeing you so radiant and passionate about the project filled Seungmin with a sense of pride. He was proud to be by your side, proud to witness your growth and accomplishments. Your enthusiasm was contagious, and it fueled his secret feelings he kept locked in his chest.
Miraculously, you managed to persuade him to accompany you to the very classroom where you dedicated countless hours of your life. As you entered, the room appeared desolate, with only faint traces of your creative endeavors lingering in the air. Yet, he could envision you bustling about, pouring your heart and soul into your work. It was within these walls that you finally realized his uncharacteristic silence. When you spun around to address him, you were met with the tender touch of his lips against yours. Even after he withdrew, his forehead remained gently pressed against yours, a silent testament to his affection. In a hushed tone, he whispered, "I am proud of you."
As he took a step back, the surprise slowly faded away, revealing a crimson hue that had spread across his face. His cheeks, ears, and the tip of his nose were all aglow with a bright redness that was impossible to ignore. "You're... so red," you remarked, unable to contain your amusement.
"Shut up," he retorted, clearly embarrassed by the attention.
"But it's such a lovely shade of vermillion," you teased, unable to resist poking fun at him. He scowled in response, clearly not amused. As he turned to leave, you quickly wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him close. "Don't be embarrassed," you whispered, trying to reassure him. "I think it's cute."
He stiffened in your embrace, his body tensing up at the unexpected contact. His face grew even redder, if that was even possible, and he stammered out a feeble protest. "I-I'm not cute, don't say that."
Ignoring his protests, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "Oh, but you are," you whispered, your voice filled with affection. "Your blushing only makes you more endearing."
Slowly, his tense muscles relaxed, and he allowed himself to lean into your embrace. His embarrassment began to fade, replaced by a shy smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.
"You really know how to make a guy feel special," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Even when I'm a blushing mess."
You chuckled softly, your fingers gently tracing circles on his back. "That's because you are special," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "And your blushing only makes me appreciate you more." With a contented sigh, he finally let go of his embarrassment, fully embracing the warmth and affection that surrounded him. The crimson hue on his face remained, but it no longer held any trace of self-consciousness.
Jeongin
Jeongin had always nurtured feelings for you, his closest friend, but he never had the courage to act upon them. He treasured the moments when he could hold your hand or embrace you, and he was satisfied with being your friend. He didn't want to jeopardize the special bond you shared just because he also wanted to kiss you. However, everything changed when his fellow members inquired about your relationship status. To his surprise, you disclosed that you were interested in pursuing a romantic connection. Jeongin had always assumed that you were too preoccupied for love, but now he realized his assumption was incorrect. His heart started racing with a mix of excitement and fear.
Following that conversation, you made a resolute decision to step out of your comfort zone and embrace vulnerability. However, plagued by a lack of self-assurance, you resolved to embark on a practice date, and who could be a more fitting companion than Jeongin? Initially hesitant, he was torn between disappointment that it wasn't a genuine romantic encounter and the knowledge that you would eventually go on a date with someone else. Nevertheless, the prospect of experiencing the joys of a couple's rendezvous with you proved almost irresistible, ultimately leading him to acquiesce to your proposal.
As the day of the practice date approached, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Jeongin, always the supportive friend, had agreed to be your practice partner, despite his initial hesitation. You knew that his presence would bring a sense of comfort and familiarity, making it easier for you to step out of your comfort zone. On the day of the practice date, you both met at a quaint café, chosen specifically for its cozy ambiance and intimate setting. Jeongin arrived dressed in his best attire, a charming smile on his face that instantly put you at ease. As you sat down together, you couldn't help but notice the slight blush on his cheeks, a clear indication of his conflicting emotions.
The conversation flowed effortlessly between the two of you, as if you were old friends catching up after a long time apart. Jeongin's genuine interest in your life and his ability to make you laugh effortlessly made you forget that this was just a practice date. It felt like a real connection was forming, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between you.
As the evening progressed, you decided to take a stroll through a nearby park, enjoying the crisp autumn air and the colorful leaves falling around you. Jeongin's hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the chemistry that was building between you.
Lost in the moment, you found yourselves sitting on a park bench, engrossed in a deep conversation about your hopes, dreams, and fears. Jeongin opened up about his own vulnerabilities, sharing his insecurities and fears of rejection. It was in that moment that you realized how much courage it took for both of you to embrace vulnerability and step out of your comfort zones. As the night drew to a close, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Jeongin. He had been the perfect companion, guiding you through this practice date with patience and understanding. And although it wasn't a genuine romantic encounter, the experience had brought you closer together, forging a bond that was stronger than ever.
As Jeongin escorted you to the grand entrance, your mind raced to find the perfect words to express your gratitude for his kind gesture. The way he had taken your arm and guided you through the bustling crowd had made you feel special, as if you were the only person in the room. But as you were about to speak, your breath caught in your throat as Jeongin gently grasped your hand. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through your veins, and you could feel your heart skip a beat. The warmth of his hand against yours was comforting, yet it also ignited a fire within you. You looked into his eyes, searching for answers, but all you found was a soft, knowing smile.
Whispering softly, Jeongin spoke about the need for authenticity. His words resonated deep within you, as if he had unlocked a hidden part of your soul. It was as if he understood the turmoil that had been brewing inside you, the struggle to be true to yourself in a world that often demanded conformity. And then, in a moment that seemed to defy all logic and reason, Jeongin leaned in and placed a fleeting kiss upon your lips. Time stood still as his lips met yours, and for that brief moment, the world around you ceased to exist. It was a kiss filled with tenderness and longing, a kiss that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.
As quickly as it had happened, Jeongin pulled away, leaving you in a state of bewilderment. You watched as he swiftly departed, his figure disappearing into the crowd without even glancing back. Your heart fluttered with a delightful frenzy, unable to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions that had just swept through you. You stood there, rooted to the spot, trying to make sense of what had just transpired. The grand entrance seemed to fade into the background as you replayed the moment over and over in your mind. Questions flooded your thoughts - Was it real? Did he feel the same way? What did this mean for your friendship?
But amidst the confusion, one thing was clear - Jeongin had awakened something within you. His touch, his words, his kiss had ignited a spark, a desire to embrace your true self and live authentically. And as you stood there, heart racing and mind spinning, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future held. The following day, you found yourself eagerly awaiting his arrival outside the of the practice room. The harmonious melodies that once filled the air had now faded away, leaving only the lingering whispers of anticipation.
The other members, sensing the gravity of the moment, discreetly departed, leaving the two of you alone. Your eyes, like sparkling gems, observed Jeongin's restless demeanor as he shifted nervously from side to side. His heart danced with trepidation, for he knew not what words would escape your lips. The memory of his last act, a tender kiss imprinted upon your lips, weighed heavily upon his mind, filling him with both longing and uncertainty.
"Should we like- talk about it?" you softly inquired, your voice carrying a hint of playful curiosity. Jeongin, his nerves betraying him, stumbled over his words, his sentences tumbling out in a jumble of nonsensical syllables. "Aboutwhatnothingweirdhashappenedlatelywhathahahahahaha-" he stammered, his laughter masking his unease. With a gentle smile gracing your lips, you decided to jog his memory, to remind him of the profound connection you shared. Leaning in, your breath mingling with his, you bestowed upon him a tender kiss, a gentle caress that spoke volumes of unspoken emotions.
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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS | lee minho
PART EIGHT
You finally meet the man your friends Felix and Hyunjin have been blabbing about for the past couple months, and he's a royal pain in the ass.
Lee Minho is a legacy at your university. He received an honorary award when he graduated, got a position as a dancer in a company a week after receiving his diploma...and was renowned as the schools famous ice-cold fuckboy.
After coming back from a three month tour, you're introduced to him through your uni friends...and your life does a 180. It's hard enough to pass classes whilst also trying to navigate your failing relationship...but the added tension that comes with the dance prodigy you seem to be spending more and more time with?
Some would say it's too much to handle.
|Non idol AU|university AU|friends to lovers|
part eight
Everybody knows January is always the slowest month of the year. The year end always passes by in a blur, the days seemingly non existent until new year hits and suddenly it's as though time has slowed down. The days stretch, and January is a long, cold, gruelling month.
That's exactly how your January went. You'd stayed with your family over Christmas and new year, letting the boys invite of spending new year with them be turned down. They understood that you hadn't seen your family since the start of the semester, and wanted to spend as much time as possible with your parents and grandmother until you had to return back to Seoul for the start of the semester.
The only good parts about the start of second semester was that you enjoyed your class rotation, one of your end of school year exams was a group project that ran throughout the course of the whole semester so you got to pair up with Hyunjin and Felix, and you ended up passing all your exams with flying colours.
Of course you, Hyunjin and Felix had gone out to celebrate, bringing the rest of the boys, who had also passed their exams (even Changbin, which was miraculous since he barely attended his classes and did next to no revision) and Chan tagged along too. The only one who wasn't there was Minho, for obvious reasons.
You hadn't spoken to him at all since he'd left. He hadn't made any effort to reach out to you, so you reciprocated the action. It wasn't as though you had much to talk about over the phone, anyway. You'd said what you needed to say when you'd seen him last, and that was that.
After the events of last semester, your life almost started to feel boring, monotonous. It was the same schedule daily; go to classes with Hyun and Lix, come back to the dorms and either watch tv with Seungmin or wait for him to get back from baseball practice and make him spend time with you then.
He knew you were bummed about the whole situation, and although he'd refrained from saying, 'I told you so', you could tell he wanted to knock some sense into you. He'd said from the start that your friends with benefits situation with Minho wasn't good for you, since he could see your feelings for him a mile off. He knew you too well, you'd decided.
Despite this, he'd been a great friend to you after your return to your dorm the first week of January. He played mario kart with you whenever you asked, still cooked you most of your meals, and let you vent about how much you missed Minho. He was probably sick of hearing it, but he never showed.
Hyunjin, although you'd seen him multiple times since you'd been back home, had been kind of distant with you. He hadn't really been his usual clingy, excitable self, though you had no idea why. You didn't blame him for the misunderstanding because you knew how rumours spread - one piece of stray information gets misconstrued and ends up a whole different thing entirely.
You hadn't spoken to him about it much, other than just explaining that he was wrong about the whole thing, and you were starting to think he was more upset about the whole situation than you initially thought. It was due to this that when Hyunjin messaged you, a message very similar to the one you'd received that had started this whole thing, you'd agreed to meet him at the coffee shop for a chat.
The early January air seemed impossibly colder than that of December, so you were pleased to escape the freezing chill of the outdoors as the bell chimed in the coffee shop, signalling your arrival. The best part about the coffee shop you spent most of your time in was that it was less than a five minute walk away from your dorm - and, obviously, that Jeongin worked there. He gives you a wave and a smile from behind the counter, before letting his eyes dash to an obviously stressed Hyunjin sitting in the booth, and back to you.
You shrug at him, unable to do much more, as you walk up to your booth and place a hand on Hyunjin's shoulder to notify him of your presence, since he was sitting in the chair facing away from the door. He practically jolts out his skin when he feels your presence, standing up awkwardly. He moves to hug you without thinking twice, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't missed his embrace, and him acting fine with you in general.
It's strange for a second as you slide into the booth silently, waiting for Hyunjin to start speaking. After he doesn't make a move to start, fiddling with his fingers instead, you go to talk - just as he begins to speak, which make you both laugh nervously.
"You go," you say, mostly because you weren't actually sure what you were going to say to him in the first place. He takes a deep breath before he begins talking.
"I'm sorry, I'm just getting this massive wave of deja vu and it's making me all wonky," he whines, and paired with the puppy dog look he has on his face, you can't help but to chuckle at him.
"I know, me too," you say honestly. "But whatever you need to tell me, it's alright."
He uses your encourage words and takes them in his stride, pushing on with what he wanted to tell you. "I don't know if you know, but Minho hasn't talked to me since he left. Well, until yesterday."
You did not know this. You had thought Minho's radio silence was reserved only for you; subject to your terms of his leaving for two months.
"Had he been talking to the other guys?" You ask, and he nods, frowning. He pulls the strings of his puffer jacket.
"Yeah, so I figured he was annoyed at me for telling you, you know," he says, tilting his head. You knew. "But he called me last night, saying that Seungmin forced him to call me and sort things out."
You nod this time, knowing Seungmin hated it when his friends fought and although he always put up a demeanour as though he couldn't care less, he was always the one to try and make his friends make up after an argument.
"He was practically screaming down the phone at first, and I understood why after he explained everything to me."
You tilt your head. "Explained what?"
"About how he's practically in love with you," he says instantly, widening his eyes afterwords and covering his mouth with his hands. "Fuck, he specifically told me not to tell you that. See, this is why I keep messing things up so much!"
"It's fine, Hyun," you say sincerely. "I won't say anything. Did he actually tell you that?"
Hyunjin nods slowly. "Yeah, those exact words, amidst some shouting about how I'm a terrible friend."
You can tell he's genuinely upset about whatever Minho had told him, so you go to hold his hand, choosing to focus on comforting your friend over focusing on the revelation. He squeezes yours as soon as you make contact.
"He didn't mean that, Hyunjin. He was just angry," you say, knowing that Minho would regret everything he said to Hyunjin as soon as he'd calmed down. "You're not a terrible friend, you just got things wrong."
"I guess," Hyunjin replies, deflated. "But I still have a lot of apologies to make, and I wanted to do them in person, starting with you. Since Minho isn't back for another three weeks, obviously."
He sighs, looking at your intertwined hands before talking again. "I'm so, so sorry for not being supportive of you and Minho. He was right - he's supposed to be one of my closest, longest friends, and I had absolutely no faith in him. Even after he told me that he felt different about you right at the start, I didn't believe him."
You screw your face up at him, and he almost bangs his head off the table. "Oh my fucking god, I need to shut up, seriously."
"What do you mean he told you right at the start he felt differently about me?"
"I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Jesus, I'm turning into Felix telling all these secrets."
"Hyunjin," you say warningly, and he throws his hands up in the air in defence.
"Okay, okay. You remember that night, when we went clubbing after you and Doha broke up, and me and Minho talked pretty much the whole time we were having drinks in your dorm?" You nod your head in response. "It was then. He basically said he thought there was something special about you, and if anything was ever going to happen between you both he didn't want it to just be some meaningless fling."
You have to force your jaw to stay in place at Hyunjin's revelation. This kind of changed everything, since you knew now how serious Minho was about actually being with you. He'd known it from the start, even going as far as to tell Hyunjin about it.
"But please, please forget I told you that - this is all, fuck, I just need to shut up," Hyunjin rushes out. "Anyway, I just wanted to say how sorry I am about...well, everything. I was horrible to you about your ex, and even though he was a dickhead, I should have been nicer about the whole thing. And then, when you started seeing Minho and I was so judgmental about that too..."
He trails off, and when you look at him properly you realise he's tearing up. He looks down at his lap, sniffling, and your heart genuinely breaks in two. Without a second thought, you stand up and move to his side of the table, wrapping your arms around him. You weren't much of a hugger, but you knew when your friends needed comforting.
Hyunjin responds instantly, letting you hug him and wrapping his arms around your waist. "God, I don't even know why I'm crying."
"It's okay, Hyun," you chuckle, starting to feel emotional yourself. You hated seeing your friends upset (every time Felix so much as drunk cried, your heart shattered), so seeing Hyunjin cry because he felt bad about how he'd treated you was awful.
When you finally pull away from him, he wipes his eyes with his jacket sleeve, running both hands through his long blonde hair as if to sort himself out.
"Jesus, this is not how I wanted this conversation to go," he laughs slightly, revealing his dimples as he shakes his head. "But we're okay, right?"
"Of course we're okay!" You say in disbelief. You'd never had someone care so much about your friendship as to be this worried about it before. As much as you hated seeing Hyun so emotional, it was almost heartwarming to know how much he truly cared for you. "You didn't do anything you did out of spite, you only did it cause you were looking out for me."
He hums, nodding, giving you a lopsided smile. "I think one of the reasons I'm so protective over you is because you're an only child, too. We never had siblings to look out for us, we just had to figure things out for ourselves, and sometimes I feel like you're the little sister I never had. Especially with boys."
He adds the last part in a comedic tone, but it doesn't stop your eyes brimming. You know exactly what he means, and it pulls at your heartstrings. Just before your about to get all sentimental, though, Jeongin dumps his apron on the table and places an extra fancy hot chocolate in front of you, sliding into the booth next to you.
"So, I'm on my break - are you two done with your soppy lovey moment?" He says cheekily, so you roll your eyes at him and give his shoulder a nudge.
"Yes, we're done idiot," Hyunjin replies, distaste in his tone. "Why does she get a free drink and I don't?"
"Because I like her more than I like you," Jeongin says plainly, shrugging. "Now, tell me more about this secret birthday party I'm not supposed to know about."
You spend the next couple hours drinking hot chocolate (you swore Jeongin made the best in the world) and trying to avoid the topic of Jeongin's secret birthday party, which actually was very real and apparently not very secret. You'd all been planning it for months, since he was turning twenty one - a special birthday. All of you had done your best not to tell Jeongin about what was going on, but once Felix knew, he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and Jeongin caught on pretty quickly.
You'd just returned from the shops one night a week later, out to buy your joint present with Seungmin for Jeongin (a pair of shoes you knew he had his eyes on), when you were faced with someone you honestly did not expect to ever talk to again.
As you pushed open the main door of your dorm, balancing a shopping bag, a shoe box and a birthday banner in one hand and your keys in the other, you called out for Seungmin to come and help you carry your things inside. You'd realised something was up when he emerged looking distressed, giving you a worried look.
"What?" Is all you said, an eyebrow raised as he took the shopping bag from you and you headed through to your room to dump all the things you'd bought for Jeongin's party.
"Um," Seungmin started nervously, moving in your way to block your bedroom door. "Firstly, I tried my best to stop her and secondly, please don't scream at me. Or kill me."
You're utterly confused until you push your bedroom door open and Sooyun is sitting on your bed, on her phone. She looks up at you. Your eyes widen as you slowly turn to Seungmin.
"You're a dead man," you say quietly, dumping everything you were holding on the floor and turning to throttle him. He ducks out of your reach.
"Please don't!" Sooyun speaks up, the sound of her voice more than jarring. "It's not his fault, I demanded he let me in. Literally."
"I never though I'd say this," Seungmin says with a shaky voice, holding your wrists in his hands. "But she's right, I really did try to keep her out but she's scrappy!"
You turn to look at Sooyun, who gives you a nervous smile. "I am pretty scrappy."
With a huff, you turn on your heel to face Seungmin. "If were not done talking in five minutes, I've probably murdered her, and you will need to help me bury the body."
"Fair enough," Seungmin breaths out, saluting you as he slowly backs away. You turn to Sooyun.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm doing good, how are you?" Sooyun starts, rolling her eyes sarcastically and clasping her hands. "I'm loving this warm welcome."
"Get out," is all you reply with, pointing towards your door. She huffs, softening up physically.
"Okay, okay, sorry," she rushes, sighing. "You know I use humour as a coping mechanism."
You don't even say anything, just wait for her to continue with whatever it is she's come here to say. You'd honestly be more than content with never speaking to her again but, alas - life seemed to have other plans.
"I'm sorry," she says, and you can tell she's being sincere. You used to know her inside and out, after all. You move to sit on your bed, the opposite end to Sooyun. "I genuinely, really am. I never intended for you to find out the way you did, and I honestly never intended to go behind your back, either."
"But you did do both of those things," you say, surprisingly calmly.
"I did yes, but in my defence I did try to tell you before you found out," she reasons, and you roll your eyes. "You were brushing me off the whole week before you walked in on me and Doha. I tried to make plans with you so many times to tell you, and you ditched me every time."
"I ditched you because I'd just found out Doha was cheating on me!" You shout, remembering you're in a communal living situation and attempting to lower your voice. "I wanted to figure things out myself. I was planning on dumping Doha and coming to tell you, but that didn't happen."
Sooyun huffs, looking up at the ceiling, and when you take a peek at her you watch tears well up in the corner of her eyes.
"I know," she says softly, surprising you. "I know I'm the worst friend ever, and I don't want to excuse my actions at all. I shouldn't have gone behind your back, and I shouldn't have lied to you about it and - I just..."
She stops, taking a deep breath. "I just want you to know that I am sorry for what I did to you, and I will always be sorry. It's the worst thing I've ever done."
"So why did you do it?"
She waits for a second before speaking again, turning to look at you properly. "I never intended to love him, not at all. He was you're boyfriend, but I'd always kind of had a crush on him. I just put it to the back burner for your sake -"
You scoff. "How kind of you."
She actually chuckles at your interruption, shaking her head before continuing. "But then in summer, we bumped into each other in that coffee shop near my place in Busan, and got to talking. I tried so, so hard to ignore my feelings but when he started reciprocating them...I just couldn't help myself. I know it's terrible, and I don't want or expect you to ever forgive me for what I did."
"So what's the point in telling me all this?" You ask, genuinely wondering why she felt the need to explain herself after all these months.
"I actually wanted to talk to you about you, and then in turn I knew I should at least try and apologise," she says, and you tilt your head. "When I saw you at the Christmas markets, you know, at the skating rink, I realised how much I'd missed you."
"What's that got to do with what you want to tell me?"
"You've been looking miserable around campus recently," she points out, and you know she's right. "You looked ecstatic that day at the ice rink with Minho."
"You know him?"
"Everyone knows Lee Minho, babe," she chuckles. "Well done, by the way."
You shrug, feeling kind of proud.
"But you've not been together recently, and I figured that might have something to do with the fact you've had a face like a slapped ass of recent," she tilts her head questioningly. "And as much as you hate me now, we once told each other everything, and it pains me to see you so upset."
Oh, what the hell. You hated her, sure, but you could use a girls perspective on your current situation. You didn't need to make amends with her and you certainly didn't like her by any means.
"He's working away for two months," you start to explain the basics, not wanting to spare huge details of your life to the girl who stabbed you in the back. "And we left things on a bit of a limbo note. I'm fine, it's just...weird."
You notice the way her eyes light up as you speak to her, not expecting you to open up. "Well, if it's any consolation, you looked really cute together. You were smiling at him in a way I don't think I've ever seen you smile, or be as comfortable as you were with Doha. And I'm not just saying that due to the circumstances."
You can't help but let out a laugh. The whole situation was beyond you at this point, and you had much bigger issues you wanted to deal with. At least this was a step towards all that mental improvement you'd told Minho you'd achieve before he came home.
"This doesn't mean I forgive you," you point out with a straight face, and Sooyun holds her hands up.
"Don't expect you too," she counters. "As long as you take in my apology, and sort out your shit with your man, that's good enough for me."
"Excellent. Now get out," you say, but you're smiling slightly as you say it, and she gives you a small smile back as she stands up. When she opens your door, Seungmin is standing cautiously on the other side.
"Oh thank god," he breaths out, placing a hand on his heart. "I was about to get the gloves and shovel out."
Sooyun chuckles, manoeuvring past Seungmin to stand in your hallway. "I wouldn't have been surprised if you had to. It's what I deserve."
Seungmin turns to you with a raised eyebrow and you shrug in response. "Bye, Sooyun."
"Bye guys," is all she says, turning on her heel and seeing herself out of your dorm. Seungmin comes to join you, creating a dip in your bed as he takes a seat.
"So," he starts, getting himself comfortable and turning to face you slowly. "What did the she devil want?"
"Surprisingly, all she wanted was to apologise and tell me she thinks I've looked miserable since Minho left," you answer, rolling your eyes at the nickname that's clearly stuck around after all these months.
"Hm," Seungmin says audibly, a curious look to his face. You'd noticed Seungmin was strangely good at reading people, always paying more attention than most. "She's not wrong, to be fair. But that's all? I thought you guys would be screaming at each other, honestly."
You chuckle, shrugging your shoulders. "Same, seriously. I'm shocked at how civil our conversation was - she literally just apologised and explained how she'd had a crush on Doha for a while or whatever, and wanted to tell me she was seeing him the weekend I found out and broke up with him, so she didn't get the chance."
"Interesting," Seungmin raises his eyebrows. "While it was decent of her to apologise, she's still a snake. And, why does she think she can tell you shit about you're own life as if she has any say in it anymore?"
"Who fucking knows," you groan, leaning against the wall beside your bed, turning your head to look over at Seungmin. "I'm over it. I can be civil."
"She doesn't deserve civil," he points out.
"That's true, but I'm not wasting anymore energy over it. I have other issues to deal with," you say with a sigh. Seungmin tilts his head at you.
"You're finally maturing!" He gleams, grinning at you and showing off his braces. You roll your eyes playfully, knowing that he's kind of right. "You're a better woman than me."
When all you do is raise an eyebrow, he laughs and shakes his head. "You know what I mean. Anyway, how are you doing? You know, with the whole Minho situation."
"I dunno," you respond lazily. "I kind of realised I missed him when I started rereading our texts when I couldn't sleep, and now I just want him to come home."
"That's the last stage - acceptance."
"He's not died, Seungmin," your quick to cut in with a laugh.
"No, but it's the same principle. At least you can finally admit you like him more than as just a sneaky link," Seungmin points out, rearranging his position on your bed.
"It wasn't a very sneaky link," you shake your head laughing. "But yeah, I like him. He's not given me any reason to not. I feel like I was just trying to downplay my feelings for him because I didn't want to admit to myself I liked him as much as I do."
"I get it," Seungmin says after humming. "It's scary to get intense feelings for someone so quick after your relationships ended."
"Yeah," you nod, agreeing with him. Seungmin never failed to help you figure out your emotions. "God, if Minho could hear this conversation he'd be gloating."
"Oh, he so would be," Seungmin laughs, rolling his eyes and the thought of his friend. "On a less deep note, did you get the shoes for Jeongin?"
"Yup," you say, heaving yourself up off your bed to grab the box with Jeongin's shoes in it. You open the lid off the box to show Seungmin, tilting it.
"They are hideous."
You role your eyes as you close the lid of the box again. "Shut up, he's been wanting them for ages. For some reason Jeongin can pull off clothes that would make anyone else look like a clown."
"True," Seungmin nods. "Also, have you heard about our new plan regarding Jeongin's birthday party?"
"No?" You question. Jeongin's 21st was proving to be one of the most complicated events you'd ever helped set up in your life. The boys were going all out on the celebrations, which is what you thought Jeongin deserved for putting up with their idiocy.
"We're now no longer informing Felix of any of the plans. He's out. He's a little blabbermouth and cannot be trusted."
You laugh, giving Seungmin a thumbs up. "I'm so on board with that. The amount of times I've had to cover his mouth or change the subject because he keeps 'forgetting' Jeongin's not supposed to know about his surprise party."
"He's an idiot," Seungmin chuckles, standing up from off of your bed and clasping his hands. "I think it's dinner time. Chicken wraps?"
You nod, grinning. "You speak to my soul."
Jeongin's surprise birthday party arrived faster than you'd expected, the days seeming to be a blur of decorations, organising, studying and sleeping. What was meant to be a small get together at Hyunjin and Felix's dorm turned into a full blown party at Changbin and Chan's apartment in the city centre. You weren't aware of just how many friends Jeongin had outside the guys, but he was apparently a very popular guy.
It was a whole ordeal, having to go as far as miss your last lecture on Friday afternoon to help set up. By the time you, Chan, Changbin and Seungmin were set to finish, their apartment would be transformed from a gym bro torture chamber to party central.
You'd all spared no expense with the decorations; streamers, fairy lights, tinsel, and to top it all off - a banner that read, 'happy brthday Jeongin!". Yes, Hyunjin had been in charge of the banner, and yes - he'd misspelled it.
The operation began at 5pm on the dot. Jisung's role was to assist Jeongin in getting to the party location - a process that was made ten times harder from Jisung's idea to stop Jeongin from finding out he's actually headed to his birthday party. He'd gone as far as to create a group chat excluding Jeongin (and Felix, who knew nothing) and propose his 4 step plan.
Step One: The Study Date.
Him and Jeongin had arranged a study date together on Friday after their lectures last week, leaving Jeongin unsuspecting.
Step Two: The Phone Call.
Changbin phones Jisung in a panic about how he was in the bathroom, accidentally slipped out the shower and hurt himself and the lock has broke, leaving him stranded as Chan was out. This is credible, since the dodgy bathroom lock in Chan and Changbin's apartment is infamous (due to many an awkward on-the-toilet encounter), and Changbin is quite clumsy.
Step Three: The Formation.
Jisung ropes Jeongin into going to rescue Changbin with him. Shouldn't be too hard, since Jeongin likes spending time with his friends and will have nothing better to do. Plus, he'd get a kick out of seeing Changbin trapped and in pain. Meanwhile, everyone is also on their way to the party, or already there.
Step Four: The Party.
Everyone hides and does the whole, classic, 'surprise!' scenario, Jeongin is surprised, everyone parties and life is good.
It was actually a pretty decent plan, and everyone was up for seeing it through. That's how you ended up teetering on the edge of a ladder, trying to pin the banner up.
"A little more to the left," Seungmin says, standing back so he can get a comprehensive view of the misspelled banner. You move the banner accordingly. "Hm, maybe down a bit."
You move the banner again, trying to be careful and not fall to your death.
"No, that's too far, more up," Seungmin nags again.
"Oh my god, it's going here - end of," you say exasperatedly, pinning it in place and climbing down the ladder. It looks fine, so you leave it in place and take the ladders away.
"That's the kitchen area finished," Chan announces, walking over to you and Seungmin, dusting his hands off on his trousers. "Hyunjin is such an idiot."
You laugh, nodding your head. "His excuse was that he was half asleep when he painted it."
"If we get Jeongin drunk really quickly he'll probably not notice," Seungmin points out. "Where's Changbin?"
"Here!" The man in question shouts from his room, wandering out with his phone in hand. "Fifteen minutes until the seed is planted. This place looks good!"
"Thanks," you say with a grin, knowing you'd orchestrated the decoration process. "I should probably go get changed - people should be showing up soon, right?"
"Yup," Chan answers. "I told people to show up at around seven, which is in ten minutes, so get your skates on."
"Hold on," Seungmin speaks up, a confused look on his face. "If people are coming in ten, who's getting Jeongin's cake?"
Everyone falls silent, looking towards each other. Changbin shrugs his shoulders, while you roll your eyes.
"Nobody picked up Jeongin's cake?" You groan, knowing that something was bound to go wrong after everything had been going so smoothly. You'd messaged the group chat to say the cake was due to be picked up at some point today, after ordering it online, but it had clearly gone forgotten. You'd get it if you could have, but the cake shop you'd ordered from had to be driven to, and you didn't have a car.
"Do we have time to get it before people start showing up?" Changbin asks.
"Dunno, isn't the bakery a ten minute drive from here? That's a twenty minute trip, not to mention actually getting the cake, and Jeongin and Jisung are only a five minute drive away. As soon as Changbin calls them, they'll be turning up," Chan responds, looking towards you with raised eyebrows.
"Could you drive there, Chan?" Seungmin asks, but he shakes his head.
"Changbin and I had a couple beers this afternoon," he responds, shutting down Seungmin's question. "I feel okay but I'd definitely be over the limit if I got stopped."
"Why don't you drive, Min?" You ask your dorm mate, but Changbin laughs before he gets a chance to respond.
"Seungmin? He hasn't even passed his written test, let alone the actual test," he scoffs.
You turn to Seungmin with a blank stare. "You haven't got a drivers license?"
"Shut up."
You turn on your heel to Chan. "Would you let me drive your car?"
"Sure, if you treat her with respect."
"I'll go, then," you say, because realistically it's the only option. You'd absolutely hate to miss Jeongin's suprise entrance, but you'd hate it if one of the boys missed it even more. Plus, his cake was super expensive and the plan was to bring it out for him straight away. "Where's your keys?"
Chan walks through to the kitchen area wordlessly, grabbing his car keys and chucking them towards you.
"If she comes back with a scratch -"
"You'll kill me, I know," you chuckle, giving the boys a wave and heading towards the door. "Text me when people start showing up."
"Will do. Drive safe," Seungmin answers, as you leave the apartment and hurry down the stairs. It was going to be a mission to get to the cake shop, pick up the cake and get back to the apartment before Jeongin and Jisung arrived, so you had to move quickly.
Chan's car was fairly easy to drive, which was useful since you hadn't driven much since you'd moved to the city for university. It wasn't long until you reached the cake shop. They handed over the cake after you'd checked it to make sure it was the right one, and you basically scrambled to get back in the car and put the foot down.
You'd set your maps up on your phone to find your way back to the apartment when you got the message that Changbin had called Jisung and set the plan in motion, as Jisung had been texting Changbin to say Jeongin was getting antsy in the library, which was a nightmare. Since Jisung and Jeongin were much closer to the apartment than you were, you could only hope Jisung's stalling would buy you some time.
You wouldn't call yourself a particularly fast driver, but in this instance the speed limits were useless to you. Luckily, the amount of times Minho had driven in this area like a maniac and bragged about never getting ticketed had paid off, as you knew there were no speed cameras around. Usain Bolt would have been your only rival as you parked up, grabbing the keys, your phone and the cake box as you bolted up the stairs of Chan and Changbin's apartment building.
Your efforts seemed futile, though, as you slid into the hallway outside their apartment door and saw Jeongin and Jisung standing right outside the door. There was a only a split second where Jeongin turned round upon your arrival, a confused look over his features, before the door burst open and Jeongin's friends shouted, 'surprise!'.
Although you should have been more startled by the array of people screaming in front of you, or disappointed that you'd missed being on the other side of the door for the surprise, the real reason your jaw dropped and you stood stock still was because of one particular person straight in your eye line.
Minho stood, his face only just visible behind Jisung's, amongst your friends. You felt like you were hallucinating until you were snapped back to reality.
"Oh my god?" Jeongin grins, looking between all of his friends. "How could I not have figured this out!"
"Because you weren't blessed with brains," you heard Seungmin say cheekily, earning him a scowl from the birthday boy.
"Shut up. Is it bad I'm kind of disappointed I didn't get to see Changbin in a state?"
Everyone laughs at this, and you follow as the two boys in front of you are ushered into the apartment. It takes Jeongin all but two seconds to notice Minho, and his reaction makes you think he wasn't aware of his grand return either.
"Minho hyung!" He squeals, even going as far as to give the older man a hug. "I thought you weren't able to be back in time for my birthday?"
"Change of plans," Minho says with a smile, reciprocating Jeongin's hug. "Happy birthday, kid."
The front door closes behind you, and you turn to see Jisung winking at you.
"Did you know about this?" You whisper to him, and you watch him shrug as he takes the cake box out of your hands.
"Might have done. Go say hi," he replies with a genuine smile. You roll your eyes, unable to resist smiling back at him as you turn around - and Minho is standing right there. It almost feels like a dream.
There's a moment where he just looks at you, a small smile playing at his lips, until he pulls you into him and wraps his arms around your shoulders. You just let him take you in his embrace, and if you had to describe how it felt - you'd say it felt like home.
Your reunion was, of course, interrupted as Chan strolls towards you both.
"Okay, lovebirds, there's enough time to get reacquainted later," he grins at you both. You pull apart, thankful that Jeongin's party guests had started to mingle amongst themselves and hadn't witnessed your sappy moment. "How's my baby?"
"Your cars fine," you respond, chucking his car keys in the air, which he catches. "Only scratched her a couple times."
Chan just shakes his head at you, walking away to hang up his car keys. Just as you think you've got a minute to be able to talk to Minho, your arm is swiftly pulled away and Felix drags you into him for a hug.
"Hello, my favourite girl," he grins, wiggling you about. "How's your day been since I last saw you a couple hours ago?"
You laugh, shaking your head at Felix's eternally happy nature. "It's been stressful. I actually still need to get changed, so if I could perhaps get a second -"
"BIRTHDAY SHOTS!" You hear Changbin scream from the kitchen area, and take it as your queue to dip. You silently slide away and grab your bag, heading into Chan's bedroom to get changed. He'd given you permission earlier in the afternoon to change in his room, so you start pulling your clothes out of your bag.
Before you get the chance to change, you hear a gentle knock at the door. Sighing, you shout through that they can come in.
"Sorry to interrupt," Minho says quietly, sliding through the door as if to not reveal his disappearance from the party. "I saw you come in here, and I wanted to say hi properly."
"Hi," you all but giggle, moving closer to him out of instinct. "Is it cringe if I say I've missed you?"
"Super cringe," he answers, coming closer to you still. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you too."
You hum, letting him come even closer and bringing your hand in his. He gives it a squeeze as you rest your head against his chest momentarily.
"You didn't talk to me while you were away," you mumble. You knew why he'd given you the radio silence, but it didn't hurt any less.
"I know," he sighs back, bringing his free hand up to place it in your hair. "I just wanted to give you space. I was so busy, too."
"No, I get it," you interrupt, pulling away slightly to look at him properly. "I just...I dunno, I thought I'd have a lot more time to plan what I'd say to you when you came home."
Minho chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "Well, we've got plenty of time to catch up later. If I don't give Felix about an hour of my time tonight he will kill me."
"I don't doubt it," you smile. "That boy has missed you more than I can say."
Minho can't help but smile, and you can tell how much he has missed his friends. He steps back from you slightly and nods towards your bag on Chan's bed.
"I'll leave you to it. Find me later on though, yeah? We've got a lot to talk about," Minho says, taking a few steps backwards and smiling at you before leaving.
You take a minute to yourself before getting changed, smiling inwardly at the thought of seeing Minho again, of him being back home. You'd waited for this day for almost two months and now it was here - you were more ecstatic than you thought you'd be.
Once changed, you leave Chan's bedroom to find the party in full swing already. You recognise some people, such as Jeongin's friends from work and some people on his course, but you decide to head in the direction of the birthday boy himself. You find him downing shots with Hyunjin, who gives you a grin as you walk towards him.
"Hey," he says, passing you a shot on instinct. You down it with a grimace, placing the empty glass on the table beside you. "You look less crap than you did a half hour ago."
"What a lovely compliment," you sneer, turning to the younger boy to your left. "Happy birthday Jeongin - the big twenty one."
"Don't remind me. I'm as old as you guys now," he laughs, already going to pour another round of shots. "Your decorations are great - I'm so glad they left if to you. If it was any of the boys, Hyunjin's dodgy birthday banner would be the only form of decoration."
"Hey!" Hyunjin shouts as you chuckle.
"You noticed that, did you?" You ask Jeongin, who shrugs with a grin.
"Of course I did, it's literally the centrepiece," he says, turning his attention to Hyunjin. "Really? Who forgets the 'I' in birthday?"
"Okay, okay, now that you're my age doesn't mean you get a pass to be a cheeky shit," Hyunjin counters. "The day you can outdrink me is the day you can make fun of me all you want."
Jeongin takes that as his queue to pass out the shots he has poured, so you take it and clink your glass against his and Hyunjin's before downing it. Hyunjin must have noticed what you had at that moment, Minho sitting next to Felix on the sofa, as he nudges your shoulder.
"Did you talk to him yet?" He asks.
"Yeah, a bit. Did you know he was coming home early?"
Hyunjin shakes his head, and when you look to Jeongin he shakes his too.
"No idea. It was a nice birthday surprise, except Felix won't leave him alone now," Jeongin laughs. "I'm using my birthday boy status to demand a chat."
Jeongin peels off, heading towards Minho and Felix, which leaves you and Hyunjin.
"Don't worry about it," Hyunjin says in a calm tone, obviously sensing you were nervous about how to navigate Minho being home. "Enjoy yourself tonight. I've got no doubts that Minho will be occupied all night, since everyone's missed him almost as much as you have, but you'll have plenty time after the party to talk. Or not talk, up to you."
You nudge his shoulder at his suggestive tone, but laugh all the same. "I know, I guess I'm still shocked he's even here. Have you talked to him yet?"
"Nope," Hyunjin shakes his head. "He arrived only a minute after Felix and I did, and then not even five minutes later Jeongin turned up. I'll catch him at some point tonight."
You hum in response, giving your friend a small smile. "You shouldn't worry either," you say, knowing your emotional friend is probably shitting it for his conversation with Minho after everything that happened. "It will be fine between you two."
"Yeah, I know. I just hope he knows how sorry I am."
You roll your eyes at Hyunjin, unable to help yourself. "Come on you big softie, you know what Minho's like. He probably already doesn't care."
Hyunjin's face lights up at this, as if you've reminded him how much Minho actually loves him, and that he won't let one stupid incident bother him too much.
"You're right," Hyunjin nods, pulling a hand through his messy blonde hair.
You shrug your shoulders in response. "I always am. Now, want to pour us some drinks? Plus, isn't that girl you were seeing a couple months ago, the one on Jeongin's course, here? Maybe you could apologise for ditching her at the library that one time."
Hyunjin laughs, shaking his head. "Yeah, that might be a good idea," he says, looking in the direction of that girl and her friends, until Seungmin starts walking towards you both. "Want a drink, Seungmo?"
"Was just about to ask for one," Seungmin responds, giving Hyunjin a thumbs up when he picks up the bottle of liquor Seungmin wanted. "Plus, I wanted to tell you both to stop moping in the corner. Jeongin's adamant on setting up beer pong, and I need to win this time. He's never stopped rubbing the New Years game in my face."
"What happened on new years?" You ask, the two boys having clearly forgotten you weren't there.
"Only the greatest showdown in history," Hyunjin responds with a grin, handing you and Seungmin the drinks he poured for you both. "It was Jeongin, Changbin and Felix vs me, Seungmin and Changbin with Jisung as ref. It was the most intense game, and Jeongin ended up winning at the last second."
"With some dirty tactics," Seungmin huffs sulkily, turning his attention to you. "Anyway, I'm replacing Changbin with you on my team, because he lost for us last time, so come on."
The beer pong game you get roped into ends up lasting hours, since Jeongin continuously disappears to either talk to his party guests or down the never ending cycle of drinks being given to him. Due to this, Seungmin's team ends up winning, even after Hyunjin's position is switched out to one of Jeongin's work colleagues, since Hyunjin's attempt to apologise to that girl he left in the library actually works.
When people start heading home after a couple hours, you notice him leave with that same girl, a cheeky grin plastering his face. You shake your head at him in response as you continue your clean up mission. Everyone had gotten very drunk very quickly, which had led to Chan and Changbin's apartment getting all but trashed.
Hyunjin's birthday banner was ripped in half, both sides dangling off the wall, though Jeongin had said it looked better like that, since you couldn't see the spelling mistake well. The birthday boy in question was crashed on the couch, the alcohol clearly overcoming him. Felix was right there with him, though that was the opposite of a surprise. You'd think with how often that boy drank he'd began to build a tolerance, but alas.
That left you, Seungmin, Chan, Changbin, Jisung and Minho, each one of you doing your bit to help make the apartment look as presentable as a bunch of drunk people could. You were placing all the red cups into a trash bag, when you felt someone tap your shoulder. Turning, you see Minho behind you, handsome as ever.
"Hey," he says with a smile. "Seungmin and Jisung are planning to crash here tonight, but I was wondering if you wanted a lift home? I haven't been drinking."
You can't help but inwardly smile, not only at the prospect of getting to spend time with Minho, but also at being able to sleep in your own bed and not on the sweat infested gym bro couch.
"Yeah, that would be great," you agree. "When do you want to go?"
"Now, please. I can only spend small doses of time in this apartment. It's the embodiment of revolting," Minho shudders, taking the bin bag from you and tying it up, walking towards the front door with you in tow to place it with the others.
"Oh come on," you counter. "It's not that bad."
"If you opened that fridge, all you'd see is chicken, beer, and protein shakes. This is a terrifying place."
You laugh, turning to find Seungmin and say goodbye. You spot him on his phone, chilling on the sofa beside a sleeping Jeongin who not only had a bunch of random objects stacked on top of him, but had 'dick' written on his forehead.
Walking over, he catches your attention and gives you his signature salute. You return it with a smile. "Use protection," he says lowly to you, an eyebrow raised.
"Shut your mouth," you smile sweetly back, grabbing the dorm keys he chucks at you and turning on your heel. Minho waves bye at his friends quietly, not wanting to wake up the two sleeping beauties.
"Cars parked just outside," he informs you as you both walk down the stairs. "Sorry I couldn't spend much time with you tonight, it was like every time one conversation ended, another one began straight away, and I was in an endless loop of talking about the same thing."
"It must get annoying," you say, walking out the front door of the apartment building as Minho holds the door open for you. "I bet you end up having the same conversation again and again every time you come home from touring."
"Mhm," Minho says, using his car keys to open the door before you both climb in. It feels strange, being back in Minho's car as if he hadn't been gone. "But I won't have to do it anymore."
You turn to him, visibly confused. His eyes widen, and he shakes his head. "Shit. Guess the cats out the bag."
"You're not touring anymore?"
"It was meant to be more of a grand reveal," he sighs with a smile, whilst you practically squeal. It didn't help that you were drunk, being told news as exciting as this.
"So, how - what are you doing now?" You ask, trying to get a grasp of what was happening. Minho starts the car and pulls away, heading in the direction of your dorm.
"You know how I was telling you about possibly getting a permanent position here in Seoul?," he asks, which you nod at. "Well, when I was touring a position opened up, and I applied for it straight away. I was offered the position two days ago, and the transfer was instantaneous. I got the first flight home I could."
You felt like you were dreaming, which wasn't helped from the alcohol in your system. "So you get to stay here, all the time?"
"Yup. I work for a venue owned by my company, which means I'll only ever be dancing there. No need to leave anymore," he smiles, keeping his eyes on the road. "The pay rate isn't as good, but since I'll be working more than when I was touring, I end up making more money in the long run."
You sigh contemptibly, grinning like a madman without even meaning to. It's not long until Minho is pulling up outside your dorm building.
"Are you coming in?" You ask, which he nods at.
"Yeah, if that's what you want," he smiles, getting out of his car. You do the same, closing the door behind you and using your keys to open the main door. Once you reach your bedroom, you can't help but to rush into Minho's arms. He chuckles at you, knowing the alcohol is definitely fuelling your emotions.
It doesn't stop him from holding you tightly against him, placing his head on top of yours.
"I lied before," you mumble. Minho raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. "I didn't just miss you. I wished you'd come home every day. Life wasn't the same without you in it."
Minho doesn't say anything straight away, and at first you think he's going to turn around and say he doesn't like you, he doesn't want to be with you - until you pull away from him slightly and realise he's tearing up.
"What's wrong?" You say instantly, going on your tip toes to catch the tears in the corners of his eyes before they fall.
"Being away from you - it was way harder than I thought it was going to be. There was so many times I wanted to call you just to hear your voice, but I wanted to give you the space you needed. And then when Hyunjin called me, I just got so angry about the whole situation, and I took it out on him which I shouldn't have. I still need to apologise to him for that," he chuckles. "But it made me realise how much I genuinely cared for you, how much I missed you."
You look between his eyes as he talks, taking everything in.
"Why don't we sit down," Minho smiles, nodding towards your bed. "I've got so much I want tot tell you."
"Me too," you agree, sitting on your bed and making yourself comfortable. "You go first."
"No, you," he counters, his usual demanding self. "I want to hear about what you've been up to."
You shake your head but oblige nonetheless. "Well, I did good in all my exams, and I haven't had anymore shit from my lecturers. I haven't really done much, other than spend time with the guys and study."
Minho nods as he listens. "I knew you'd ace those exams, I didn't doubt it."
You smile. "You helped a lot, though. Oh - I almost forgot, the other week Sooyun came to see me."
"The she witch?" Minho says, shocked. "What the hell did she want?"
"She basically told me she's sorry blah blah and that she said I've looked miserable since you left."
Minho's features soften at this, and on instinct his hand goes towards yours. He takes it in his absentmindedly, and you had to admit, you missed the way his skin felt against yours. Warm and safe.
"You...you were miserable whilst I was away?" He asks sincerely.
"Not miserable, just not as happy," you say. "You've been a big part in my life the end of last year, and when you left, it was like a little bit of my happiness did too."
Minho tilts his head, studying you. "I felt the exact same way. It was fucking weird - I thought I'd be fine and I'd be home in a couple months and we'd see each other, but I just couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Hyunjin said you said you love me," you blurt out all of a sudden, and you watch as the tips of Minho's ears turn bright red. You smile at his reaction.
"Hyunjin is an idiot. But he's not wrong."
The smile is completely wiped from your face, hearing him say that out loud.
"You love me?" You say cautiously, not quite believing it was real.
"I don't know much about love," Minho sighs, a small smile on his face. "My parents...they weren't loving to me. Hell, I don't think they even love each other. But, if someone asked me what I think it is - I would say it was this. You. My feelings for you are as close to romantic love as I ever thought I was capable of having."
Shell shocked wouldn't even begin to describe your feelings. You can't help but feel tears brim at the corners of your eyes, just like Minho's had done moments before. He chuckles at your reaction.
"I've never had a serious girlfriend, and I don't know if I'll be any good at being a boyfriend, but if you feel the way I feel, I want to try with you. You are stubborn, naive, and such a brat," he starts, and you scowl at him. He laughs in return before continuing. "But you are also the kindest, most talented, and beautiful person I have ever met. I knew you were special the moment we met, and I'd be an idiot to ever let you go."
"You're just as stubborn as me," you say, stubbornly focusing on that part of Minho's speech. He laughs openly at you, shaking his head with adoration.
"I am, but you love me for it anyway," he says cheekily.
"I do."
"Say it," Minho says instantly, staring you down. "Say you love me."
"What do I get in return?"
Minho scoffs. "You get to love me? What's better than that?"
"A paracetamol and a glass of water," you say, the effects of the alcohol already starting to kick into your system. Minho laughs at you, shaking his head.
"Okay, doll. If you say you love me, I'll nurse your hangover," he says honestly, hands up.
"Even tomorrow? You'll stay the night?" You ask, putting on your best puppy dog eyes.
Minho nods, holding his pinky out. "I promise. Now say you love me."
You look properly into his eyes, sincerity taking over. "Are you ready for my cringe speech?"
He laughs, nodding, so you continue.
"Being cheated on sucks. It's shit to put all your effort into somebody just for them to stomp on it. You were there for me throughout a really crap period of time. You were my friend, and then you were something more, and as much as you were a distraction to what had happened, you also became my rock. My shoulder to lean on - and I really don't know what I would have done without you during those months. You showed me what it felt to be genuinely liked again, sparked my happiness and passion and everything else, and I am so thankful for your dumb existence," you say, trying to keep your confession semi lighthearted. Minho smiles.
You take a deep breath, looking up at Minho. "I love you, Minho. I feel like I didn't know what proper love was until I met you. Nobody has ever treated me like you do, and I have never felt such intense feelings for anyone, ever. I love you, and I'm so glad you feel the same way."
Minho shakes his head fondly, a smile threatening to crack over his features.
"God, who turned us into such sappy people?" He asks, looking back at you.
"Who knows," you laugh, trying your hardest not to cry from all the emotions you were feeling.
"So, what do you think about being my girlfriend?," Minho asks, immediately talking again afterwards. "If you don't want to make things official too quickly that's okay, I mean we have only been on one date and -"
"I would love to be your girlfriend, Minho," you reply seriously. He stops rambling and smiles.
"Really?"
You laugh at him. "Really, really. Your first act as my boyfriend can be to get me some damn paracetamol, my head is pounding."
Minho chuckles as he shakes his head, standing up off the bed. "Is this my life now? Servitude to your highness?"
"Hey! You signed up for this," you laugh, watching as Minho walks out your door to head to your kitchen, knowing exactly where you keep the medication.
You smile in at at yourself, thinking back to the first time you met Minho at that bar, thinking back to how enamoured you were with him and how easily he became such an important part of your life.
It hadn't been easy to get to where you were now, going from nothing but acquaintances, to friends with benefits, to nothing at all - but you'd do it over again in a heartbeat, to be able to call Minho your boyfriend.
"Here you go, love," he says when he returns, placing a glass in your hand and the pills in the other, smiling down at you with adoration.
Yeah, you'd do it all over again.
Maybe friends with benefits works out after all.
sorry about the wait, yet again. I hope this heals all your broken hearts!! feedback is always appreciated, and a massive thankyou to everyone who’s ever interacted with this story <333
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