Part 2

Minho just keeps surprising you.

A/N: Heyy! So this is my new series, that I’ll be updating every Thursday. All images I’ve used in this moodboard that I’ve made are just representative of the emotions, not the way the reader looks :))  Please show this lots of love!

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Word Count: 2028

Warnings: Suggestive, snarky? Mentions of cheating

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He paused and blinked a few times.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right. What did you just say?”

You laughed.

“You heard me right. I’m attending my ex’s wedding. And he’s marrying my friend who he cheated on me with.”

He tilted his head to the side.

“I don’t understand.”

You laughed again, a little more bitterly.

“Yeah, neither do I. I’m only going because of my best friends.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the first time in ages we’ll get to meet in person.” Your eyes softened. “And I really miss them.”

The guy had a light smile on his face.

“I get it now.”

“It’s just that… I know I will be made fun of for not having a plus one.”

You shook your head at his raised brows.

“Yeah, a lot of my old classmates can be mean.”

He inched a little closer.

“Could you tell me what happened? Only if you’re okay with it, of course.”

You shrugged.

“Yeah sure, I don’t mind talking about it.”

You took a sip of water and began.

“So, all of this happened two years ago. We had been dating for three years. And I knew that something was off. It was understandable. He was very busy with his job and I was busy with mine. We weren’t getting time to spend with each other. And every time I tried, it seemed like he would try his best to get out of it.”

You smiled sadly.

“I know. I should have seen the signs. But he was my longest relationship. And we had been friends for years before dating. I trusted him. When he told me that he’d have to spend two months abroad for work, he wasn’t lying and I didn’t doubt him. At that point, things were just really strained and he was very stressed. So, to make things a little easier for him, I introduced him to my friend who lived in the city he’d be working in.”

You paused, grip on your dress tightening slightly. You didn’t notice that he noticed.

“And from there, it’s pretty obvious what happened. Soon, he started ditching my calls saying he was busy. He just never told me he was busy with her. And then, one long weekend, when I flew over to surprise him, I found her in his bed.”

He surprised you when he reached over to hold your hand, gently rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. You stared at him for a bit, trying to gauge whether he was trying to make a move on you or whether he was just being nice. Looking at his eyes, your heart melted a little. He was definitely just being nice.

“Yeah. I really should have seen it coming. But I didn’t. I saw them together and walked straight back out and took a flight back home. I packed up all my stuff and left home for Seoul.”

“You just packed up and left?”

“Yup. Needed a change of scene. I couldn’t deal with being in that apartment anymore.”

He nodded.

“I understand.”

He didn’t really understand, because everything seemed too sudden for him, but somehow for you, who just started talking to a stranger on a plane who seemed scared, it fit. He looked down at his hand. He didn’t know what possessed him to hold your hand, but again, it just seemed right, even if it was something he had never done before. He found himself opening his mouth to ask you something.

“So, they’re getting married now?”

“Yeah. And it’s not a normal wedding. They had to make it an all-expenses paid wedding that goes on for literally three days.”

“Okay. Wow.”

“Yeah.”

And although you looked perfectly content, something told him that you were upset. Again, he didn’t know what he was doing, because he just wasn’t an impulsive or spontaneous person, but he found himself retracting his hand to shake yours. You looked up with an eyebrow raised.

“Hi. I’m Song Minho and I’d be more than happy to be your plus one for this wedding.”

You widened your eyes.

“Oh. Oh wow. Are you sure? You don’t have to if”-

He shook his head. You studied his face for a few seconds before grinning.

“Hi then Minho! I’m Y/N L/N. And I’d love to have you as my plus one.”

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“So, tell me a bit more about your ex and his fiancé. I don’t want to be clueless when I meet these … interesting people.”

You nodded and whipped out your phone, pulling up some old photos.

“Okay, so I know this is a group picture, but he’s the shirtless one in an apron and she’s the one holding a cake.”

Minho’s jaw got ever so slightly tense when he realised how alone you were in the picture. Sure, your ex’s hands may have been draped over your thighs, but you were struggling to keep a smile on your face. It was so obviously fake. And your ex was so obviously unbothered by it.

“Ah okay. What’re their names?”

“Andy and Liza.”

“Okay, tell me more. How did you meet?”

“Oh right. We were in high school together. At that point, we were just friends, but when we ended up working the same part time job in college, things started changing and one day, after months of flirting, he made me a cake with the icing saying, “Will you go out with me?””

Minho forced a smile.

“Hmmm romantic.”

“It was. It really was. He wasn’t always that bad. He…just got incredibly forgetful over the years.”

Again, Minho found himself saying something he never would.

“So basically, he took you for granted?”

You paused, stunned for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah he did.”

There was a moment’s silence before you turned to him.

“Okay, so if we’re going together, we have to know basic things about each other. So… how do you feel about twenty questions?”

Minho hated twenty questions, but he nodded anyway.

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An hour or so later, you pouted as Minho helped you with your bags.

“We weren’t done with the game though.”

He finally managed to get the last of his bags and started walking towards the exit with you.

“I know, but don’t worry. We can figure this out once we get to the hotel.”

“Thank you so much Minho. I honestly can’t explain how much it means to me, especially since you’re here on vacation.”

“No, don’t worry about it. My friend was a little busy for the next few days anyway.”

Lies. You would soon learn that whenever his left eye twitched, he was lying.

“No, but still”-

“Y/N!”

You froze. You’d recognise that voice anywhere. Before you could react, you felt Andy’s arms wrap around you as he hugged you.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could come!

Minho stiffened when he noticed how uncomfortable you were with Andy’s overfamiliarity. Minho didn’t like him. Something about his behaviour with you was odd. Liza also hugged a visibly uncomfortable you and smiled.

“Y/N! The reason this is all happening!”

Your fake smile slipped. And that was when Minho couldn’t watch this anymore. Again, he found himself doing something he would never otherwise do. He walked forward, wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Hi. You must be the happy couple.”

Your tense body relaxed a little when you heard his voice and felt his arm around you, which was odd. You always took a while to warm up to strangers. Andy’s expression tensed though.

“And you are?”

Minho stuck out his hand.

“I’m her boyfriend.”

Your breath hitched for a second and a light blush spread across your cheeks. You had been planning on introducing him as a close friend. Oh well.

Andy took his hand and smiled a visibly forced smile.

“Oh, I didn’t know she was seeing someone.”

His grip on Minho’s hand tightened.

Minho’s eyebrows shot up. Oh. So, Andy was that kind of guy. The one who felt oddly possessive over his girlfriends no matter how badly he treated them. Scum.

Minho’s grip tightened even more.

“Well, I doubt you know much about her anyway.”

Your eyes shot up from your fake smile to stare at Minho in shock. You did not see snarky Minho coming.

Andy just stood there for a minute with his eyes wide. He couldn’t believe what he heard. When he finally got around to reacting, Minho had already moved on to shaking Liza’s hand and offering her a smile. It was fake, and you knew this because every time he had smiled at you, with that ridiculously adorable smile that just lit up his whole face, you found yourself melting. Andy, however, interrupted your thoughts. In a mocking tone, he asked,

“I’ve known Y/N for 8 years. How long have you known her for?”

You glared at Andy, and wrapped your hand in Minho’s, prepared to leave and apologise to Minho about Andy’s behaviour later, when Minho replied in a tone of pure ice.

“Long enough to know her worth.”

Your jaw dropped. Liza’s smile was long gone and Andy was practically red with anger. So was Minho. On the outside, he seemed calm, cool and collected, but he hated the way Andy treated you and felt so entitled to your kindness. The way he treated you when you were so clearly uncomfortable was just the tipping point. A smile tugged at your lips, even though you made a half-hearted attempt to glare at Minho. He pulled you a little closer, shooting you the smile that made you lose track of thought.

Andy was furious and it was clear Minho wasn’t going to back down. It was also clear that you weren’t going to do anything to stop Minho. It wasn’t like Minho was lying about something. You were at an impasse. So, when Liza awkwardly suggested they show you guys to your room in the hotel, everyone jumped at that chance.

Half an hour later, the four of you walked in awkward silence as Liza led you to your room. She offered you a genuine smile.

“Here you go Y/N. We picked one of the pool facing rooms because you like those.”

You struggled, but smiled back at her. It was their wedding. You were not going to be unnecessarily mean.

You and Minho walked in and when you saw the large bed in the middle of the room, your eyebrows shot up. Natasha, one of the two friends you had really missed, told you that all the rooms had two beds. 

“Why is there only one damn bed here?”

Minho blushed and looked away, but you jumped when you heard Andy.

“Why? Is sharing a bed a problem?”

You turned around to find Andy right behind you, about to lean on your shoulder. Before you could even react though, Minho stepped in between.

“No, absolutely not a problem.”

“Oh yeah? Then why did she sound so annoyed?”

Both you and Liza were glaring at Andy, though for very different reasons.

Minho closed his eyes for a second and decided to just go for it. No matter what happened, he would not let Andy bother you any more than he already had. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close.

“We had a bit of an argument before getting here. But we’ll be fine, right babe?”

If you thought your heart was beating fast because he called you ‘babe’, when you looked up at him and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, you thought it would burst out of your chest.

His hand slipped a little lower, from your waist to your hips and played with the knot holding your dress up. He had the most wicked smirk on his face when he mumbled,

“Besides, these things have a way of working themselves out, right princess?”

Andy let out disgusted snort, grabbed Liza’s hand and stomped off, but you didn’t register any of that. You could only register the look in Minho’s eyes and the way your knees were weakening. Did…did you like him?

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44.- You will sleep on the sofa tonight.

51.- It seems like you prefer the dog over me.

54.- If they gave me a dollar every time you...

okay sooo I based this drabble on this vid where Mino steps on a Haute’s poop sjdfhdhfrr

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You opened the front door of the house you shared with Seunghoon, your boyfriend of two years.

Soon, you were greeted by Haute, Hoony’s dog.

"Hi buddy." You said, patting his head. "Where’s your owner?" You asked, out loud, to Hoony to hear.

"I’m here Jagi!" He said from your bedroom.

You smiled and took off your shoes, you have been really stressed because of your finals lately , but you were free now, and you finally could cuddle with your boyfriend without worrying about what subject you had to study.

You entered in your bedroom and you opened your arms, ready to hug your boyfriend, but, when you felt step on something ... strange, you forced yourself to stop and look at your foot.

"Oh my God..." You said grimacing in disgust.

Hoony, who was waiting for you, frowned his eyebrows, he looked at you and then he started to laugh really loudly.

"Are you serious?" you grunted but he only laughed more. "Seunghoon, if they gave me a dolar everytime you don’t pick up your dog’s poops, I would be sailing on my own yacht right now." You cried.

"Don’t exaggerate, jagiya." He laughed.

"Don’t exagg- Oh my God Hoony... I’m going to kill you!" You said looking at Haute, who tried to protect himself in the arms of his owner.

"Hey! Don’t talk to him like that! He needs to go for a number two too!" He defended.

"Oh Really? Well, since you prefer the dog over me, you will sleep on the sofa tonight." You spatted.

"Jagiya.." He chuckled.

Part 5

Andy reminds you of something you thought you had put behind you.

A/N: Heyy! So this is my new series, that I’ll be updating every Thursday. All images I’ve used in this moodboard that I’ve made are just representative of the emotions, not the way the reader looks :))  Please show this lots of love!

Comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist.

I’m so sorry about missing last week’s update :(((( I thought I would be able to finish it by the weekend, but I couldn’t

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I only write on this blog on tumblr, so if you see my work on any other platform, please let me know!

Word Count: 2344

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of cheating (kind of angsty), drinking, mentions of bullying, suggestive

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The next morning, Minho woke up and found you snuggling into his side. You were cold. And even though he would have taken the spontaneous decision to hug you to warm you up, he knew that after yesterday, it wouldn’t be awkward. And so, he covered you with the blanket properly, lifted you lightly, laid you on his chest and wrapped his arms around you. you were fast asleep, but you appreciated the warmth and curled up even closer. Minho couldn’t keep the light smile off his face. That was the moment his subconscious registered that this what he wanted from life. Of course, he had dated before, but this was different. No one had ever made him feel this way; made him react this way. What he had with you was special. It had only been two days since he met you, but things were different. He looked down at your face. Your cheeks were squished, your hair was messy and you just looked so peaceful. He held you a little tighter and somewhere deep down, hoped to god you felt the same way about him.

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The two of you had a lazy day, ordering room service and watching movies all day. Both of you were too tired to go for the mixers Andy and Liza had organised. Natasha and Jae had a date and Mirae and Sophie were out sightseeing with Sophie’s friends. Neither of you addressed the fact that you were basically cuddling the entire day. You refused to bring it up when you felt his hand on your hip. He refused to bring it up when he felt you run your hands through his hair and trace his piercings. It was like both of you were scared to acknowledge any of what was happening, scared that it would all disappear. Both of you knew that you would go back to Seoul tomorrow and he would go on to meet his friend. You were scared. this was the first time you felt this way about someone. Not even Andy, and you had known Andy for eight years. There was just something about Minho that made you feel so warm and comfortable, and no other person had manged to make you feel that way. You didn’t want to lose him. It was just that you were scared.

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You took out the dress you were planning on wearing, smoothing it out and hanging it up. You decided against going to Natasha’s room to get ready. You saw Natasha and Jae earlier from the window, and things were not looking PG13. You had already showered, done your hair and were in the process of doing your make up. Minho was taking a shower. You didn’t even realise you had a smile on your face from hearing him sing. After you were done with your make up, you slipped on your dress. It was a bottle green off shoulder dress, form fitting with a slit up your right thigh. It was very simple, but it was very you. Just as you finished slipping on the dress, you heard the bathroom door unlock. Minho knocked against it.

“Hey, let me know if you want a bit more time to get ready.”

“No, Minho, I’m almost done. I actually need your help with something.”

He opened the door. His hair was wet and tousled, and he had a bathrobe wrapped around himself. You felt your throat constrict. You quickly turned around.

“Minho, can you help me with my zip? I’ve zipped it up as much as I could on my own.”

His voice sounded distracted when he responded.

“Oh yeah sure.”

His hands were slightly shaky when they touched your lower back to get a hold of the zip. It did nor help either of you that you arched your back at his touch. It just felt different. You ignored the light hiss that escaped his lips. Both of you knew that the level of tension was high. Minho zipped your dress up and his hands just ran down your sides, without him even thinking about it. Something in him almost made him suggest unzipping the dress and getting late for the reception, but he stopped himself just in time. He had no idea how he would have gotten out of that one, not that he wanted to. He just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

You moved to the couch to double check your hair and put on jewellery so that Minho could use the dressing table. you lost track of time on your phone and suddenly remembered about your necklace. Digging it out, you were trying hard to figure out the clasp situation on it and how you were going to put it on your own. You were trying hard, completely absorbed with trying to put it on and not getting it caught in your hair. So absorbed that you didn’t notice that Minho had just finished getting ready. He watched you for a minute with an amused eyebrow raise.

“Y/N?”

You jumped.

“Hmm?”

“Stand up. I can help with that.”

“Oh right!”

You turned around to flash him a grateful grin when you realised you were just a few inches apart. Your breath hitched. Minho typically wasn’t the one to make the first move but he gently took the necklace from you and turned you around. Your breathing was now controlled. You were working too much on that to notice Minho’s eyes; glazed over and hazy. One look at them and you would have known that you weren’t the only one who wanted to know what the other’s lips felt like. He gently pushed your hair away and hooked the necklace on. Neither of you moved. He kissed your neck at the spot the necklace met. His hands remained on your shoulders and he turned you around. You couldn’t meet his gaze. He smirked. Leaning down just a bit, he whispered,

“Y/N, you look stunning.”

And before you could respond, his lips trailed onto your cheek, playing it off as a kiss to the cheek, dangerously close to your lips, when both of you knew that was not what either of you wanted. He lips had barely touched the edge of your lips and your hands were now on his chest when someone knocked at the door. Both of you jumped back. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. You heard Natasha’s muffled voice yelling at you to get out, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Minho. You made eye contact and he abruptly turned. You blushed and turned away, feeling very embarrassed even though he had been the one initiating things. You were about to go down this black hole of doubt when he cleared his throat. He still couldn’t look at you, but he extended his arm for you to slip your hand through.

“Let’s go?”

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Two hours later, you sat there awkwardly at the table with Minho. Natasha and Mirae were with you, but they had started with the champagne a little earlier than you had. The entire vibe of the party felt off. Andy had his god-awful cousin Ken hosting it, and you did not know it was possible to be that unfunny. And Andy and Liza were both drunk already, which, to you at least, didn’t seem like a good sign. Minho gently squeezed your hand to get your attention.

“I’m going to go get us something to drink. You want a mojito, right?”

You smiled and nodded. At least things were beginning to get less awkward there. You were swaying lightly to the music, grateful that at least the DJ was good, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around smiling, expecting Minho but that smile left your face the moment you saw it was Andy. Just Andy. Not with Liza, not with Ken, but alone. Why did you have a feeling this was not going to end well?

He smirked at you and you fought the reflex to gag.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hi Andy.”

“How’s the night going?”

You forced a lie.

“Oh it’s lovely. The party is amazing! Congratulations.”

His smirk deepened and so did your disgust. He pulled up a chair and sat down close to you, with his arm over your shoulder. You hated it but you told yourself to take deep breaths. Y/N, it is his wedding. You cannot sucker punch him on his wedding. He’s also shitfaced.

“Y/N, you look amazing.”

Oh no. You did not like where this was going.

“You look so sexy.”

Immediately, you felt like you looked repulsive.

“Aren’t those the diamonds I bought you?”

Your hatred for him grew in that moment. Even if he was trying to hit on you, which was bad enough, hinting about the money he spent on you and implying that you owed him something was just awful.

“No. They’re not. I gave them back to you and you gave them to Liza. Liza, your wife.”

“Oh, right. But you know Y/N, they’ve always looked better on you.”

Your jaw dropped. He literally just got married. How?!

“Andy, you don’t mean that. Go find Liza and dance with her.”

He leaned in closer, whispering,

“But I want you! You’ve always been so different. And most of the time, you being different was just weird, but right now, it’s sexy as fuck.”

You were in shock. How does someone slip that low? In your shock, you didn’t notice Minho coming back.

“Andy. You’re in my seat.”

Andy jumped up, his face red and flushed.

“Ah I was just going. Y/N…if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

 Minho took one look at you and he knew something was wrong. Your face was pale, and your hands were shaky. He placed the drink down in front of you and sat beside you quietly. He just knew not to say anything until you did. You took a sip of your drink and looked around. Your eyes darted everywhere until you saw the roof of the low, barn like setting they had and grinned. It was an unsettled grin, but a grin nonetheless. You turned to a worried Minho.

“Hey, can we get out of here?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Oh, I have something in mind.”

And this was not the kind of thing Minho did. He always stayed till he left for home, never did anything impulsive or out of the ordinary.  But he looked at your eyes and suddenly, he felt this deep desire to get out of that stifling party with you. He nodded. You stood up with your hand stretched out and he grabbed it.”

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Ten minutes later, he climbed the final stair to the roof of the barn and watched as you spun around. You had taken off your shoes and were in the process of removing all the hair pins from your head. You shook your hair free, looked up and grinned. Minho had never seen anything more beautiful.

You sat down and looked at Minho, expecting him to join you. he paused, as though arguing internally, and then slipped off his shoes and socks, removed his tie and jacket and unbuttoned his shirt a little.

“That’s the spirit Minho.”

He smiled, looking at peace. He sat down next to you. both of you just sat there in silence, enjoying the night sky and the cool breeze. But you knew you had to tell someone. So you waited, until you were calm again, and leaned against him.

“Andy just asked me to sleep with him.”

Minho was surprisingly calm. He already knew Andy was awful. He simply nodded.

“It made me feel awful.”

Minho wrapped an arm around you, gently rubbing your shoulder.

“He…he said I’m weird. And usually, it’s a pain, but today, he’s finding it sexy.”

Your head fell. You were planning on staying that way until Minho’s hands gently coaxed your chin up.

“Hey, listen to me. You’re not just an object for him to find sexy. He’s an asshole, so clearly, he doesn’t know what he lost. You are amazing. I don’t know why he would call you weird. You’re literally the most amazing person I know. And I…you mean so much to me, even if we haven’t known each other long. Don’t listen to him please? You’re so much more than his words.”

A single tear ran down your face. Minho had no idea how much that meant to you. you had always been made fun off for being ‘different’. Sometimes it was the way you dressed, or the hobbies you had. It was honestly just people looking to bully you. and you thought you had worked past it, but it was always difficult to hear it again. You smiled as you felt his hands gently wipe the tear away.

“Thank you, Song Minho. For everything.”

You sat there in silence again for a while, but there was something you knew you wanted to do. you wanted to let Minho know how you feel. You had to. Yeah, you were scared, but you knew you would regret it if you didn’t. You suddenly turned towards him only to find him looking at you with a nervous expression. Both of you froze. And then, you leaned closer, letting your forehead touch his. His eyes widened. His hands reached up to hold your face.

“Y/N, are you sure you want”-

You nodded. And he kissed you. You had always known Minho was different, but that was the moment every part of your body knew as well. No one had ever been able to make you feel this way. You felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip and you willingly let him deepen the kiss. He pulled you onto him, so that you were straddling him, and his once neat hair was now a mess with your hands running through it. You both pulled away panting.

“Let’s go to the room Minho.”

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Part 4

Mino helps you learn something new.

 A/N: Heyy! So this is my new series, that I’ll be updating every Thursday. All images I’ve used in this moodboard that I’ve made are just representative of the emotions, not the way the reader looks :))  Please show this lots of love!

Comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist.

Taglist:   @herewecomeitsjekki​​  ; @kwonnansi​​ ; @happiestgirlontheeastcoast​​ ; @unabashedturkeytreeslime​​; @to-all-the-stories-i-love​​​

I only write on this blog on tumblr, so if you see my work on any other platform, please let me know!

Word Count: 1784

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of cheating (honestly mostly fluff)

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You woke up again two hours later. Minho was still asleep and was holding you against his chest. You smiled as you pushed back some hair from his face. And then you froze. Why were you acting so familiar with him? You stared at him. Yeah, you definitely liked him. As someone who always had problems falling asleep, if sharing a bed with him didn’t make you uncomfortable, then there was definitely something there. But it was all for you. He was just a very friendly, very nice guy who most definitely did not see you the same way. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice that he had opened his eyes. He watched you zone out for a while before grabbing your hand that was on his face and kissing it.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Your breath hitched and your heart started beating really hard. That sleepy smile coupled with the kiss to your wrist was too much for you.

“Ummm…”

That’s when reality came back to Minho. He felt so comfortable around you. He wanted to be closer to you. he wanted waking up with you to be a reality. When he woke up, he was so lost that he just acted on his impulses. That was not a very Minho thing to do. He always overthought things. Suddenly he jumped back and you tumbled out of bed.

“Uh, I’ll go wash up and take a shower Minho. We can go get some breakfast after? Or you can go ahead if you want.”

Blushing furiously, he shook his head.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait.”

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Half an hour later, you were waiting for him to finish getting ready. When he walked out in an oversized white shirt and navy-blue shorts with his hair sticking out adorably, it took you actual effort to not aw out loud. You were in an oversized white t shirt and tiny blue shorts. You matched with each other, although neither of you realised it. Not able to meet his gaze, you smiled at the general area.

“Let’s go?”

“Yeah.”

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You were waiting at your table. Minho had gone somewhere to take a call. You stared down at the menu. You were conflicted. You knew exactly what you wanted, but you weren’t sure whether you should order Minho something. You knew his order of waffles and coffee, but you didn’t want to mess it up. Sighing, you finally decided to order it for him anyway. You were both ravenous anyways.

Ten minutes later, when Minho returned with a shy smile on his face, he was surprised to see a cup of steaming hot coffee and waffles waiting for him.

“How did you know what to order for me?”

“You told me when you were worried about the turbulence.”

He felt warmth from the inside.

“You remembered?”

You just looked at him nonchalantly and shrugged.

“Of course I did. I pay attention to you.”

Without even meaning to, you said,

“It’s you.”

You didn’t realise what you said, but Minho turned red and his palms turned sweaty. He couldn’t believe what he heard. He looked at you again. You looked so absolutely adorable sipping on your tea, softly blowing on it to try and cool it. He opened his mouth to tell you about his plan but he was interrupted by Andy lightly slapping your back. You jumped and the burning hot tea fell on your thigh and you winced. Even as Minho passed you a tissue dipped in water, he was glaring at Andy, who hadn’t even bothered to apologise. This was off to a good start.

“Ah Y/N. How was last night’s party?”

One look at his gloating face and Minho, not a very violent person, wanted to punch him.

“Ah. The party. It was…very you.”

He broke into a grin.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it sweetheart.”

The way he physically cringed when he said it was it for Minho.

“Don’t call her that. And apologise for startling her so much that she hurt herself.”

Andy looked surprised and moved back a little before smiling again.

“Oh sorry. I think I called her that out of force of habit.”

Minho just stared at Andy with complete and utter disbelief but you had enough. How dare he?!

“You mean your habit of cheating? Yeah, I know. But call me that one more time, and you’re going to be getting married with a broken nose.”

Andy’s jaw dropped.

“You’ve changed Y/N.”

“And you haven’t Andy. What can I say? We’ve all got to suck it up and deal with stuff we don’t like sometimes.”

Minho actually burst out laughing at that. You were always so nice and sweet that seeing you like this was a change for him. He never realised that you might have been extra nice to him.

Andy’s embarrassment at being insulted turned into an ugly smile.

“Well, looks like it’s your turn for that today.”

Both you and Minho looked at him like he was speaking another language.

“What are you talking about?”

“Minho’s taking you on a surprise date after breakfast and it’s a cycling date.”

Minho’s heart sank when he heard that. Did you not like cycling? Fuck.

“Wait. Andy, you knew it was supposed to be a surprise and you still told me? Wow.”

His smile faltered.

“I thought you would want to know considering how you don’t like cycling.”

Minho dug his nails into his palm. Damn it.

“Andy, I never said I don’t like it. I just said I don’t know how to cycle. Which is why Minho promised to teach me.”

“Oh I”-

You interrupted him.

“Well, it was nice talking to you Andy. See you later today.”

And he had no choice but to walk off, continuing to look back at you in shock.

After glaring at him, you finally turned your attention back to a very embarrassed Minho. He refused to look up from his plate and had a slightest pout on his face. Your heart melted.

“Minho?”

His head fell even more.

“I’m sorry. I should have asked you about it. I just wanted to surprise you. I thought you might like a picnic.”

You reached out and grabbed his face.

“I would love a picnic Minho.”

His eyes widened.

“But what about the cycling?”

“That’s okay. I need to learn someday. Besides, I trust you to teach me.”

---

“Y/N, you can do this!”

“No, I can’t! Don’t you dare let go.”

“Y/N, I promise you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, still not reassured.”

“Look, I promise you’ll be fine. I’ll be right behind you. I run pretty fast.”

“Even then Minho. WHAT. MINHO. NO. Don’t you dare let go. Nooooo.”

“See, you’re doing it!”

“I’m doing it.”

“Yes! You’re doing it!”

“Oh my god I’m doing it.”

You rode the cycle for a while before stopping and jumping off.

“Why? What happened?” His eyes looked you over. “Are you hurt?”

You threw yourself into his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck. You buried your head into his chest.

“Thank you, Minho. Thank you so much. I…I’ve been scared to do this after a bad fall as a child. Thank you for helping me learns something I’ve always wanted to.”

Minho’s body relaxed and he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you in silence for a minute. He pulled away and ruffled your hair.

“You’re welcome, but you’re not done yet. We’ve to eat lunch and keep practicing.”

---

“Minhoooooooo.”

He turned and grinned at you as you pouted at him.

“What is it?”

“My legs hurt.”

“Yes, that can happen if you spend four hours cycling after not working out for a month.”

You glared at him.

“Don’t get snarky with me!”

His grin grew wider. He threw an arm over your shoulder.

“No Minhooooo. I’m too tired to carry my own weight, let alone yours.”

He shook his head at you before crouching down in front of you.

“Here, get on my back. I can carry you back, no problem.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s not too far from here.”

He turned around to see you hesitating. You didn’t want to trouble him. He sighed and grabbed your head.

“Please?”

Even though you were tired as hell, you felt your cheeks heating up. You quickly nodded and climbed onto his back.

“Minho?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“Can we skip today’s party?”

Minho couldn’t keep the laughter out of his voice.

“You don’t want to attend Andy’s brilliant high school themed party?”

“Oh no, don’t get me wrong. I would absolutely love to go and see all those assholes get shitfaced and say a bunch of horrible stuff. Andy’s even planning on singing Whitney Houston’s “And I will always looooveeee you.” But I’m way too tired to fake smile my way through another evening.”

He snorted.

“Yeah, my cheeks still hurt from yesterday. It didn’t help Natasha was drunk and decided to take a fascination to my cheeks.”

You burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry…”

“You don’t sound sorry.”

“I’m not. I’m her usual victim.”

Both of you grinned at each other.

“We’re calling in sick, right, Y/N?”

“Yup.”

---

Mirae was in the hotel garden, taking a walk when she ran into Andy and his friends. She hated them, but she forced a polite smile on her face. Andy was harping on about something ‘great’ he did when suddenly, the proud smile on his face disappeared. Mirae’s eyebrows shot up and she turned around to see what made Andy that way.

He was watching you and Minho, your laugh echoing as Minho carried you back to the room.

“Looks like they’re serious, huh.”

Mirae’s tone turned icy.

“What did you think?”

Andy turned red.

“No, it’s just that when I met them, I thought he was just her friend who she brought along. I mean, he clearly likes her, but I thought she didn’t feel the same.”

“Why does that matter to you?”

Andy turned red again and had the decency to stay silent this time around.

---

Minho opened the door to the room, sighing out of relief.

“Y/N, we’re back.”

Silence.

“Y/N?”

He craned his neck only to see your fast asleep against his back, cheeks squished and snoring lightly. Immediately, his face softened. He switched off the lights he literally just switched on and put you down on the bed. He then slipped off your shoes for you and removed your make up. He tucked you in, held you in his arms and gave you a kiss on the forehead. Feeling the most at peace he had in a long time, he smiled.

“Goodnight Y/N. Thank you.”

---

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Part 1

You didn’t know what was coming your way when you met him.

A/N: Heyy! So this is my new series, that I’ll be updating every Thursday. All images I’ve used in this moodboard that I’ve made are just representative of the emotions, not the way the reader looks :)) Also, I know that this part is super short, but I feel like it needs to be this way to set the tone. Don’t worry, it’ll go back to normal after this. Please show this lots of love!

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Word Count: 843

Warnings: Airplane and turbulence.

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You boarded your flight, looking around you, dismayed at how luxurious everything was. Trust them. Of course they’d buy everyone business class tickets to their wedding.  And of course, that man would buy you the middle seat, no matter how many times you told him you liked the window seat. You sighed. Somethings just never change.

You took your seat, looking to see who was next to you, and when you saw, you barely concealed your eye roll with a polite smile. Trust your luck. You were seated next to the creepiest looking man on board. He was wearing black from head to toe; black beanie, black hoodie, black pants and black shoes. You couldn’t understand why, but he was wearing sunglasses, a face mask (this was written pre covid), a scarf and gloves. He looked like a serial killer and that was not helping your rotten mood. Grateful for the privacy and space business class gave you, no matter how annoyed you were with them, you turned away from the guy and rolled your eyes. The man was in for a treat if he planned on continuing to wear that outfit in Singapore’s humidity. You looked around. Great, no babies on the flight. At least one thing was going your way. You knew the longer you stayed awake, the more you would think about how you were attending your ex boyfriend’s all expenses paid destination wedding without a plus one, so you quickly curled up with your blanket and went to sleep.

You were rudely woken up a few hours later by violently jolting against your seatbelt, bumping your head in the process. You looked around, quickly sitting up straight when you heard the pilot’s announcement for violent turbulence. Great. You shook your head. This was just what you needed when you were already annoyed. Taking a quick look, you saw that the other passengers were fine, continuing their work as usual, but as you turned to your side, you saw creepy dude and his hands shaking. He was looking around nervously, biting his lips and was terrified. You wanted to turn away. You wanted to just ignore him and go back to sleep, but you couldn’t. You sighed as you leaned towards him with a gentle smile and asked,

“Hey. Are you okay?”

You didn’t know whether he was looking at you because of the damn sunglasses but you assumed he was when he shook his head. In a barely audible, highly muffled voice, he said,

“No. No, I’m not. The turbulence is freaking me out.”

You nodded, sympathising with him. You remembered how scary it used to be for you.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’ll be okay. Do you want to talk about it?”

You expected a no, or maybe a soft yes, but you did not expect him to remove his mask, grab your hand and nod vigorously.

“Yes, yes I do. I’m so scared.”

Oh. Okay. This was happening.

“I’m going to Singapore to meet a friend. It’s supposed to be a holiday. But what if I die on the way there?! What’s going to happen to me? What’s going to happen to my pets? And don’t tell me we’re not going to die because do you feel this?! The plane feels like it’s going to fucking crash right now. I want to live. I was going to go back and lecture my cousin about how he should have a baby because I want to be the godfather. I was going to finally do so much. I was going to try and learn cooking. I was going to learn another language!! I had so many ideas on this flight! What am I going to do if”-

And he continued like that for twenty minutes straight. You started off surprised, but by the end, you were struggling to keep a straight face. You felt a little mean for thinking that his panic was kind of funny, but you couldn’t help it, especially since the turbulence had ended ten minutes ago and he was still going strong.

About two minutes later, he paused, looking around. You could see a small blush creeping up under the skin of his cheeks. Even through the sunglasses, you could feel the embarrassment. He was freaking out. You felt bad for him. Poor guy. He just needed a little reassurance. In his panic, he forgot to let go of your hand that he had been squeezing during the worst moments of turbulence. You lightly squeezed it to get his attention and smiled.

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s okay. I remember how scared I was on my first flight ever.”

You could see that your words weren’t having much of an effect. Biting your lips, you decided to go for it.

“Actually, I have something to rant about if you’ll listen”

He nodded, feeling a little better. It’s always better when you have company embarrassing yourself.

“I’m on my way to attend my ex boyfriend’s wedding. He’s getting married to my friend who he cheated on me with.”

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