a/n: my requests are open + i’m working on making a prompt list ! pls don’t be shy to interact 

word count: 987

genre: fluff

warnings: none :)

pairing : kang minhee x reader

“hurry up minhee, how long does it take to put a mop away?” you question, taking your phone out from your pocket and glancing at the time. you and minhee had stayed back after class to help your teacher clean the classroom, not knowing that you’d be roped into nearly an hour of tidying, sorting and cleaning everything in sight. when minhee finally emerged from the storage closet, you looked up at his hair, which was sticking out in the weirdest of places. “did you get attacked by a broom while you were in there or something?”, you remarked, earning a small smirk from minhee as he responded, “yeah right, let’s just get our bags and we can finally taste sweet freedom”. 

as you began walking home, you took out your airpods that had been attentively decorated by minhee; an abundance of sparkly stickers and a pale purple friendship keyring embellished the case. you thought back to the night you had let him have full reign over the sticker sheet, the night you realised you liked him as more than just a best friend. handing one of the earbuds to him, you hit shuffle on a playlist you had made the night before, one you had carefully crafted specifically for your long walks home from school with him. “damn this is a good playlist, i think this may be your greatest achievement y/n”, minhee approved as he nodded his head in time to the mellifluous sounds of ‘fly to my room’ by bts. you answered his compliment with a small nudge of your shoulder, knocking him to the side a few steps, “you can stop with the compliments now minhee, you know you’ll inflate my ego too much”.

to your luck, the two of you lived merely a street apart so you could pretty much walk all the way home together. usually, you two would go your separate ways when you reached the corner of the road but this time was slightly different. minhee followed you all the way to your fading pale pink front door, only stopping when he reached the edge of your front garden. “is there any reason you’ve walked me to my house or..?, you inquired. his response threw you off as his ears started to turn a dark shade of red as he ran his hand through his fluffy mop of hazel hair. “ahaha no, no reason. i guess i was just too immersed in that playlist”, he lied. “ah okay, well i’ll see you tomorrow at 7:30 like always?”, you ask, trying to prompt a genuine response from your best friend who’s expression was, for the first time in all the years you’d known him, hard to read. “of course, like always”, he replied and headed back the way you had come.