#seveneteen

"No." The word is sharp, an absolute strike against your self-doubt.

He moves to the edge of the bed, his knee resting against yours—a silent, grounding presence. "And it is NOT your fault," he insists, his gaze intense. "He didn't leave because you weren't enough. He left because he’s a coward who couldn't handle someone as real as you." He softens, calling you by that old art-class nickname he gave you when you both met after he saw how pretty your lily looked. "You love deeply Lil. That’s a gift, he’s just a fool for throwing it away."

For a heartbeat, the "best friend" shield tremble. The air thickens with five years of history and the terrifying realization that he might be who you want, but you can’t.

Panic drops in your chest. You stand abruptly, clearing your throat to break the spell. "This won’t do, I need to finish packing" you say, forcing a laugh, "or I’ll end up stealing your hoodies all weekend."

"You already do that," Minghao retorts, his mask of playful teasing sliding back into place. “My closet is starting to look depressed.”

“I make your hoodies look better!”

Yes, yes you do.

“In your dreams, Lil.”

The laughter softly returned, once again hiding the things both were not brave enough to say. Both of you were just friends. That was it, that was the rule. And as long as both of you keep the rule, nobody can get their heart broken again.

The whole arrival was a blur of flying suitcases and important nerve wrecking rock paper scissors. Soonyoung, Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Chan had stormed the foyer, shouting over room assignments and the proximity to the snack cabinet. Mingyu had been unofficially named as the chef of the evening, setting up the grill for the small bonfire Joshua had warned everyone about.

In all this madness, Yeeun, Daeun and you had found something to do, get everything working by the fire pit, all while laughing, joking and doing some needed gossip and teasing.

It was a very peculiar sight, Mingyu trying to keep the fire going at the grill while Seokmin kept fanning the fire with an enthusiasm that you envied a little. Joshua simply leaning against the sliding doors with Minghao next to him joking about something.

That simple view was enough to send shivers through you.

There was something you were also dealing with. Being pulled by two different forces.

There was Joshua, looking like a “Prince Charming” he’s bright, cheeky, and a total gentleman and that keeps feeding the crush you have had for a little while now. There is a light, giddy spark between you two, something that you have been also avoiding.

Being heartbroken by an asshole is one thing, being gracefully rejected by the prince Joshua is just not good. But every time your eyes meet, he’ll be throwing you a wink that made your stomach do a small flip.

There was Minghao

He’s not loud, he doesn’t rush. He is a very painfully honest soul, he’s always sassy with everyone else but always tender and observant with you.

Only Mingyu knows this, he has been in love with you for a while now but hides it to protect the friendship. He rather stay silent than risk what you both have.

You rely on him for everything but just like you, he is stubborn about acknowledging his own feelings, so he does what he knows best. Keep the best friend title.

It was confusing as hell, Joshua is your crush, but Minghao is… Hao, the one who actually knows you, and to be honest, also having a crush on him does not help your case.

As night fell, everyone gathered around the stone fire pit with their food. The air was thick with the scent of the wood and the sharp soju almost everyone had by their sides.

Although the absence of their other friends was too evident. Wonwoo and Sun—his girlfriend— quiet sarcasm and witty remarks and Jeonghan’s playful malice, were still present with enough stories to tease them in the next get together.

Not soon after finishing the food, everything changed and now the place was filled by the loud, rhythmic clapping of the drinking games everyone loved playing.

The first few times were simple dares like kissing someone’s hand as if they were royalty or simply drink a shot of a tequila Joshua had generously brought from Mexico. But not only dares were thrown, there was some questioning. Some things you can’t control to be asked. Like answering a question that makes you think it it’s too much to ask for someone to be like that.

“I just want someone who doesn't change when things get real,” you admitted, voice small against the sizzling of the fire. Dino had asked what you expect from a guy, or what you want? Same thing... “someone who stays, who choses me too and just, someone who makes me feel... yeah.”

The confession hung in the air, raw and unshielded, you laughed trying to change the topic, but Joshua had responded with a soft touch, squeezing your hand and offering sweet words to make you feel okay, and that felt like a warm blanket for a moment, but forced in a way it always had been with some people. He was everything a “crush” should be.

Yet, across the flames, Minghao was silently observing the way he held your hand for comfort for a few seconds too long. He hadn't offered a sweet word, he knew you wouldn’t really love being showered with too many pitiful comments. He had simply gripped his bottle, his eyes fixed on the fire as if he was trying to burn the memory of your pain and his own right out of existence.

The roar of the bonfire and the shouts of Seokmin were long gone behind the glass doors, but it was evident he was now trying to start a sing-along. The kitchen was a quiet little break you needed. It was only lit by the soft glow of the refrigerator’s display.

You came for ice followed by Minghao, you leaned against the counter and the silence now suddenly makes the alcohol in your system feel a little stronger. In front of you, Minghao pulled the ice bucket toward the freezer. He was careful but efficient, the clink of the ice scoop the only sound now.

“You're awfully quiet," you pointed out, a little louder than intended in the empty kitchen. You reached out for something to distract yourself and now playing with a coaster. “Is this chaos finally wearing you down?”

Minghao didn't look up. He leveled the ice in the bucket with a steady hand. “I’m just enjoying the five minutes of peace where no one is screaming.”

He finally paused, setting the scoop down and placing the now full bucket net to you on the counter. He backed a little now leaning back against the sink, he was now facing you crossing his arms, he looked frustratingly unreadable.

“What you said out there,” he began, his voice low, soft and grounding. Just like the one you heard in your apartment. “About wanting someone who stays, who chooses you.”

You felt the way your throat tightened. Looking down, you felt a sudden wave of embarrassment. “Yeah, it was just the soju talking. I shouldn't have gotten all heavy”

“No,” Minghao replied fast and firmly. “It was honest. And you’re right to want that."

He stepped a little closer, but just enough that you could smell the fire smoke clinging to his clothes but his own scent still strong, still frustratingly delicious. “Joshua... he’s a good guy. He’s the kind of person who listens. If he says he’ll stay, he means it."

He said it with such casual grace, such a lack of visible envy, but filled with something you couldn’t name. It was a little confusing. He sounded like a supportive friend, like he was giving his approval. But when you finally gathered the courage to look up at him, the whole best friend mask wasn't quite in place.

His posture was a bit relaxed, his voice was steady, but his eyes were a different story. They were dark, with an intensity that felt like a weight was now thrown over your shoulders, but not in a bad way, not entirely. There was something like aching tenderness that made your heart skip a beat. You didn’t get it, but it wasn't the look of a friend giving support, it was the look of someone watching their love lean toward someone else.

“You deserve the stability you're looking for. You deserve to be chosen and to be loved,” he added, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made you feel seen. “Don't let what happened before make you settle for anything less than someone who sees you clearly, someone who treats you like you are his world, whether it’s... whether it’s Shua or anyone else.”

“Hao,” you whispered as you felt his hand now tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, his touch was gentle, soft and it was sending shivers all over your body. Your hand moved instinctively toward his wrist to ground you because this was maybe a little too much.

For a second, the air felt too charged with all the things both of you left unsaid in your apartment, with things both wanted to say now. With both of your fears too.

You saw his gaze flicker down to your lips and back up, a brief quick crack in his calm self but that made you wonder if you were hallucinating. Does he—? No, he wouldn't. it’s Hao.

Minghao was the first to blink and break the small spell. He straightened up, you felt cold once he withdrew his hand from your cheek, his expression going back to his always cool mask, as if he’d just realized he let it slip for a moment.

“Anyway,” he said, picking up the ice bucket and giving you a small, tilt of his head. “We should get back before Soonyoung decides to start cooking something and burns himself, you know he can’t be trusted with fire.”

“Right,” you said, shaking off the weird tension and reaching for the extra bag of snacks “He will set himself or someone else on fire.”

Laughing at that, the tension was lifted but only so both of you could breathe a little, but definitely not forget about what happened, about what he said and the way he was so close to you, holding you, looking at you.

As you both walked back toward the glass door, you were looking at him. He was walking in front of you, and he was back to being the “loyal friend,” the one who looked out for you and joked about dumb flaws that in reality were endearing to him.

But that look in his eyes—the way he looked at you when he mentioned that you deserved to be seen— stayed with you. It was something that was now making you think of all your what ifs that ended terribly, and turning them now with a what if he does too?

The games continued, and they did not disappoint. Stupid confessions were made and dares like licking someone’s feet were making some of you gag and others almost choke while laughing.

It was all fun games until it was Joshua’s turn.

Soonyoung’s chaotic energy peaked at that moment, throwing a “birthday dare” at Joshua. The group pushes for a recreation of the Dirty Dancing lift. While Mingyu offers to play the part ignoring Joshua’s and Yeeun’s disagreement, Jihoon is the one who intervenes with a knowing look. He’s been aware of the way Joshua has been too close to you.

“Maid of Honor,” he says, his voice flat but pointed, “you should help a birthday boy out.”

The circle erupts in a collective agreement. You try to laugh off the heat rushing to your face, but Joshua is already standing, extending his hand with a mischievous, trusting grin. “I promise I’ll try not to drop you,” he murmurs.

As the music swells, you run. Joshua catches you with effortless strength, his hands firm and steady on your waist as he lifts you. It’s an amazing feeling, it was the kind of moment that should have finally solidified your crush on him.

But as he lowers you slowly, his gaze locked on yours, your eyes drift over his shoulder for a second.

There, sitting in silence, is Minghao. He isn’t cheering. He is just holding his drink, a little too tight.

You look away before you notice his mask was completely shattered you could’ve seen the true, raw, aching gaze fixed on the way Joshua’s fingers are dug into your waist. It’s the look of someone watching their heart be physically ripped away.

When your feet hit the sand, Joshua doesn't let go immediately. He keeps his hands on your hips, faces inches apart, his thumb smothering your shirt as he whispers a soft, “You okay?” You manage a nod, your heart racing, but the warmth of the moment is gone. Replaced by a sudden, cold shiver and an unsettling feeling.

“Alright! 10 out of 10!” Seungkwan yelled, breaking the tension. It was strange, you felt in some sort of spell, but there was something that felt weird, wrong even. “Let's see who's next. Come on, keep up!”

Joshua sat back down, his shoulder now pressed against yours more naturally. And another game began. It was fun the way everyone was now hyper aware who would lose next.

It was Minghao’s turn to lose. Everyone shouted finally, already wanting him to drink two shots of tequila.

The crackle of the fire was the only sound as everyone waited. Mingyu, leaning back on his elbows, keeping his voice casual but weighted with an intent only those closest to him could decipher.

“Hao,” Mingyu started, “Come on, truth. You’re always the one giving us the reality check when we get too romantic. So, tell us... what does it actually mean to love someone for real? Not the first sparks, but the kind of love that you know, sticks with you.”

Seungkwan and Soonyoung started making kissing sounds and whistling, but Minghao just leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. He looked effortlessly cool and calm, a slight, mocking smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at Seungkwan.

“Love?” Minghao repeated, his voice dry. “It’s mostly a lack of sleep and a lot of patience. It’s a series of small, choices, small sacrifices. It’s remembering how someone likes their coffee even when you’re mad at them. It’s being the one to tell them they’re being an idiot because you rather they be upset with you than embarrassed.”

Everyone laughed, and Minghao joined in with a short, huffed breath. “It’s staying,” he added, his voice dropping just a fraction. "Even when things get messy. Especially then."

His eyes landed on you for a second. It wasn't a long stare. It wasn't a dramatic movie moment or a too obvious stare, it was just a brief, intense flash of something. It could be easily missed.

To most of the group, it was just Hao being the intense realistic poetic he usually was. But Joshua, who was still sitting close enough to you, felt the air shift. He saw the way Minghao’s grip on the bottle tightened when his eyes were on you for that brief moment. Next to him, Yeeun and Mingyu exchanged a sharp, silent glance—the kind of look that said, Oh, so it is true.

You felt a strange heat bloom in your chest that had nothing to do with the bonfire. You tried to make a joke about it to clear the tension, but the words died in your throat.

“Anyway,” Minghao clapped, standing up and dusting the sand from his pants with a sharp motion. “It’s a lot of work for a questionable reward. Maybe 0 out of 10. Don't recommend it to anyone who values their sanity.”

“You spoke like a man who’s been single for too long hyung! Seungkwan shouted, jumping up to break the spell. “Well, the fire is dying and I am hungry again! Mingyu, didn't you say there was squid in the kitchen?”

“SQUID!” Soonyoung, Seokmin and Chan echoed, immediately scrambling toward the house in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Leaving a very astonished Daeun behind.

“Come on,” Joshua said softly, standing up and offering you his hand. His smile was still there, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “Let's go eat before they leave us the scraps.”

“Yeah, they will” you said, taking his hand.

As you walked toward the glowing glass of the villa, the group fell back into the usual rhythm. Making fun at Soonyoung’s sand covered hair and debating who got to control the music. On the surface, everything was normal. But everything began to make a little bit of sense. Joshua was more observant now, Mingyu was more aware of everything, and you... you found yourself involuntarily searching for the back of a black hoodie in the crowd.

The villa had shifted into a different dimension Saturday night. The warm, acoustic vibes of the bonfire were gone, replaced by pulsing bass, neon LED lights, and the frantic energy.

Soonyoung and Seokmin were in the middle of a literal dance battle against a group of Joshua’s college friends, while Chan was showing off a choreography that had Daeun cheering so loud, she probably will lose her voice.

You were having fun, hair down and messy, laughing and with so much energy you pulled a very reluctant Minghao into the center of the floor to dance with him.

“One song, Hao! Just one!” You shouted over the K-pop remix.

Minghao rolled his eyes, but he didn't pull away. In fact, as soon as the beat dropped, he fell into perfect sync with you.

Both moved with a shared rhythm that only years of friendship could bring. It was effortless and full of moves only you two knew. For those three minutes, the tension was gone. And both were just two kids who knew each other’s every move.

Joshua stood by the drink station, watching you with him. He was smiling, sipping his drink with a thoughtful expression. He saw the way your face lit up when Minghao caught your hand to spin you. He saw the way Minghao’s eyes stayed glued to you, protecting your space even in the middle of a dance floor.

“I need air,” Minghao leaned in to shout into your ear as the song ended. He looked a little flushed, his chest heaving. “And a break from Seokmin’s elbows. I’m going up for a minute.”

“Okay, but don't fall asleep!” you teased, poking his side.

He gave you a tired, lopsided smile. The one he saved specifically for when you had successfully annoyed him and had fun.

Feeling the heat of the dance floor yourself, you headed for the kitchen to find some water.

“Rough set?” Joshua asked, leaning against the counter. He looked incredible in a half-buttoned silk shirt, the party lights reflecting in his eyes.

“Hao is a surprisingly fast dancer,” you panted, grabbing a paper towel.

“He’s always had a good rhythm,” Joshua noted. He stepped closer, his voice dropping below the muffled thump of the music coming from the living room. “Actually, I’ve been thinking a lot today. About what you said at the bonfire and about well, everything that happened last night.”

“Okay, did I say or do something wrong?”

“No, no of course not,” Joshua corrected. He took another step, invading now your personal space in a way that felt bold, daring and intimate. “You feel something for me, am I wrong?” the air left your lungs in a way you didn’t know it was possible.

Before you could process the question, he leaned in. It wasn't the slow, poetic kiss you had imagined at one point that you could share with him. It was rushed, fueled by last night’s events and the adrenaline of the party mixed with the drinks, it was intense. Your brain short circuited. My crush. Joshua. He’s finally kissing me. You kissed him back.

When he pulled away slowly, your heart was racing, but head was strangely clear.

Joshua stayed close, his forehead resting against yours for a second. Then, he pulled back and gave you a small, surprisingly knowing smile the second you locked eyes with him again.

“I knew it,” he whispered still smiling.

“K-knew what?” You asked, feeling too hot all of a sudden. And a little, very confused.

“You like me, Y/n. The kiss... it was nice, good. But is not me what you’re looking for am I right?” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "You’ve spent time looking at me, but you’ve spent years checking on him. You’re in love with him sweetie, you’re just too stubborn to admit it out loud yet.”

You opened your mouth to argue, to say it was just friendship, but Joshua laughed softly. He leaned in again, his face a mix of serious honesty and his trademark cheeky teasing.

“Look, if you can’t decide, I’m totally open to a threesome,” he said, his face deadpan but his eyes full of mischief. “I think the three of us could have a great time.”

“Joshua!” You shrieked, blush intensifying as you shoved his shoulder, a genuine laugh breaking through the utter confusion you were feeling, "my god, you’re terrible.”

“I'm a birthday boy open to everything,” he winked. “Maybe too literally.” You gasped at his words. Mingyu walked in saving you from another innuendo from Joshua, he froze mid-step, his eyes darting between your flushed face and Joshua’s proximity. The silence was deafening for three seconds.

“I... am just going to...” Mingyu started, his voice a pitch too high. He turned around and started to carefully grab the bottles on the counter, turning his back to them. “I’m not here. I am a ghost. Carry on with your... whatever this is. Wow, these bottles are really... glassy.”

This could not be good.

Mingyu worked in the same office as you, and he was a man on a mission.

On Wednesday, during a calm moment in the office, Mingyu appeared at your desk with two steaming cups of coffee.

“It’s break time,” he announced, his tone soft as always but leaving no room for argument. “To the terrace peach. Now.”

It was windy, the city was a little less loud. Mingyu leaned against the railing, handing in your coffee. He didn't start with a joke or a small comment. He just looked at you with the kind, weary eyes of a brother.

“You’ve been, distracted” he said softly. “I can see you’re spiraling, your body is here but your mind is with someone else.”

You sighed, leaning your head against the cool metal rail. “Is it that obvious?”

“To me? Yes. To Joshua? Definitely. To Minghao?” Mingyu paused, taking a sip of his coffee. "He’s too busy trying to be your best friend to realize why. Although, I saw what happened in the kitchen, Y/n”

Your face heated up instantly. “Mingyu, look it was—”

“I know what it was,” he interrupted gently. “It was a kiss. And honestly? Joshua is a great guy. If you choose him, we’ll be happy for you. But we both know that’s not right.”

He turned to face you fully, his expression turning serious. "I care about you, Y/n. You’re one of mine and Yeeun’s best friend. But I love Minghao like a brother. That’s why I’m worried. You’re both so stubborn, so scared thinking about ruining what you have, that you’re going to let the best thing that could ever happen to you walk away”

He reached out, giving your shoulder a supportive squeeze. “Joshua saw it too. He’s stepping back because he knows. But Minghao... he’s the type to stay in the shadows forever if it means you’re still in his life. He’d rather be a spectator than lose you entirely. Is that really what you want for him? For yourself?”

You looked out at the sky, eyes stinging with tears. “You deserve someone who stays, remember? He’s been staying and choosing you for years.”

He gave you a final, encouraging nod before heading back towards the door. “Think about it. I have to call Yeeun before she decides our wedding cake should be shaped like a puppy.”

The silence of your apartment felt heavy after the bachelorette night. It was all you planned, fun, loud and full of surprises for Yeeun. It worked as a distraction from your own thoughts, and what Mingyu said that day.

You kicked off your heels and a relief was immediately against your aching feet. Not even bothering to turn on the main lights, you let the glow of the city streetlights filter through the curtains. You were ready to sleep now. You reached into your bag to check your phone.

Missed Call: 🍷Hao🐸 (12:44 AM)

New Voicemail (1). (12:46 AM)

Your heart started to beat out of your chest. Minghao almost never called late, and he never left voicemails. The fear of something happening was scaring you. You tapped on the icon and waited to hear. At first, there was only static and the muffled, distant music—he was clearly at the bachelor party. Then, the sound of a heavy door closing, cutting off the music. The silence on the other end lasted so long you thought the call had dropped until you heard a sigh.

“Heyy Y/n, Lil” his voice finally came through. It was rough, deeper than usual, and with slow, slurred words, it was clear he had reached his drinking limit. “I know you're probably dancing right now. You're probably laughing at one of Daeun’s moved and looking... I don't know. You probably look hot and beautiful. You always do”

There was a shaky breath.

“I tried to be the guy who stays... like... like you said at the bunfire. Even before, I mean always to be hones, I always wanted to be the one who makes everrthing easy for you because well I just I don’t want you to go. But that weekend... watching you with Shua that weekend that... seeing you in his arms... it felt like he was pulling you away from me.”

A long pause. You sat frozen, breath hitched in your throat, and eyes filled with tears, it was, a lot.

“I’m... I mean, he told us about he kissed you, I did not like it. not one bit. But I can’t say shit because well, what do I say... but a part of me thinks, maybe I can be there too? He is handsome I get why you like him... No. I’m sorry, but I’m I’m selfish. I want to be the one you look for... I think, yeah no I know, I I’ve loved you since the day we met and I saw you painting that lily of the valley... it looked weird at first to be honest sweetheart. Anyways, I do. and I think I’m might be to love you until the day I stop you know breathing. Maybe that day is today because I feel like everything is spinning, I’m sleepy oh yeh I’m bout to pass out. Anyways I'm sorry. I shouldn't – Just... forget it. I’m going to take a sweet, sweet nap Bye, lil."

The line went dead with a soft beep.

Phone still pressed to your ear long after the message ended and you still don’t know what just happened. Until you finally let an overwhelming tear roll down your cheek.

What the hell just happened?

The wedding was absolutely beautiful. Mingyu and Yeeun looked like they’d stepped out of a fairytale, and the reception hall was a sea of white lilies. Everything looked like a dream, for you, the entire day felt like you were moving underwater.

Minghao abvoided you and frankly you did too, both hiding under maid of honor and best man duties. Every time he caught a glimpse of you in that soft green satin dress his heart skip a beat. When you stole a glance at him—looking devastatingly handsome in a black suit, your heart hammered against your ribs, the words of his voicemail playing on a loop in your head. Mingyu often said drunk words are sober thoughts, so... is it true?

You were standing by the glass doors, a glass of champagne you hadn't touched in your hand. Then you felt someone stand slowly next to you.

“You're still staring at the glass like it’s a crystal ball,” Joshua’s voice teased. He looked as effortless as ever, once again, like a damn prince. “So? Did you think about my offer? The threesome is still on the table, sweets. I’m very flexible.”

You let out a small gasp followed by a laugh, finally looking up at him. “Joshua, you are a menace.”

His playful expression softened into something incredibly kind. He reached out, gently turning your chin so you were forced to look across the room, to look at Minghao who was standing with Wonwoo and his girlfriend, he was quiet. Not entirely present.

“Go talk to him,” Joshua said, his voice soft. “The voicemail changed everything, right? Look, you know the truth now. Don’t let him spend another night thinking he fucked up or that you don’t feel it too. Cause I know that you do. He’s everything that you wanted, what are you waiting for?”

He gave you a final, encouraging wink and stepped away.

A moment later, the music shifted. The upbeat sound turned and Try Again by Jaehyun x d.ear started playing. You saw him walk to you, and you felt that familiar, grounding energy, shivers on your body, you were nervous but oddly calm too.

“Hi,” Minghao smiled, his voice was steady, though you could hear the slight shyness and nerves. He held out his hand. “Will you dance with me, Lil?”

You didn't hesitate, fuck no. As you placed your hand in his, something you noticed but didn’t think much about it, made sense now.

Your hand fits perfectly in his. Like it should be.

As you moved onto the floor, he pulled you close— closer than he had ever been. One of his hands rested firmly on the small of your back, the other holding tightly your hand against his chest. Both swayed in the dim light, at the center of the dance floor, the world around blurring and it was just you and him.

"So, I heard it." You whispered your hand on his shoulder played with the lapel of his suit. "The voicemail."

“Oh, right.” He chuckled, the rhythm of his step faltered for a split second before he recovered. He didn't pull away. Instead, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours for any kind of regret with a raw, vulnerability. “I’m sorry, I was drunk. I shouldn't—”  

“No,” you interrupted, voice steadier for once. Pulling back just enough, you looked at him. “You should have said, I should have said something. Joshua was right, I’ve been looking everywhere but, Hao I’ve been in love with you. I was just too scared to lose the one person who never leaves.”

Minghao let out a breath he didn’t know was holding. A slow, beautiful smile— one that actually reached his eyes— appeared huge across his face. “I'm not going anywhere, Lil. I’ll be here always.”

“I know that now,” you murmured, heart beating too fast but it felt so nice, he was home definitely. “So... like, are we—”

“I’m yours if you want me,” he whispered, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek.

“I’m yours if you want me.” You leaned in his hand with a shy knowing smile, it was all you wanted.

“It’s settled then.” He rested his forehead against yours with the biggest smile on his face. “We are definitely together.”

“As it should be,” a voice interrupted your small moment. Joshua had appeared with Yeeun who had agreed to dance with him. You had only now realized the song had already ended probably moments ago. Both had a smirk on their faces, and you knew you will not hear an end to the teasing, now that it will be no denying you and Minghao are a thing.

“Offer still on the table by the way.” With a wink he danced away with Yeeun before you or Minghao could do or say something.

“That’s—”

“Fuck no,” Minghao laughed but you could tell it had a little bit of possessive tone in it “Not yet.”

Not yet

Alright, that was not something you thought he’ll say.

“You’re all mine now,” Minghao whispered and leaned down to close the distance he’d been respecting and aching to break for far too long. “My love.” The way his lips fit against yours is a little overwhelming in the best way. Soft, tender and sweet. So sweet, it was a dream, you were sure of it for a moment. The way it made you feel like you found who fits perfectly with you is indescribable.

Not to mention the way your body is reacting to him, the way your skin feels like is on fire, like you need more, you need him closer than this.

“I know... I know it’s like uhm maybe it’s like you know... fast but I think I—”

“Let’s wait for the cake and then, I will take what I’ve been craving because, baby...” Minghao leaned to whisper, voice dropping low in your ear before giving it a small discrete bite “You’re a walking sin in that dress, you have no idea what I want to do to you.”

You hummed trying to regain composure, and you intended to match his seductive voice “and you have no idea the things I want you to do to me.”

“God, you’re killing me.”

“Good, we’re even then, cause this suit is looking way too good on you.” You looked up at him through your eyelashes and smiled “I think it will look better off though.”

“Alright, enough.” Minghao pulled away with a chuckle, “I’m giving Mingyu and Yeeun 15 minutes, then we’re leaving.”

After hiding behind the safety of the “best friend” label, you finally allowed yourself to have what you always wanted. You realized that the stability you had been searching for was there next to you.

Now, it was time to finally be happy and do something about it.

You had his heart and he has yours, now maybe it’s time to have his body too.

A/n2: no one knows but fun fact, Daeun, Yeeun and Sun(Back to You) make a small appearance, I miss them.