Lee Know huffs up like an angry cat and scows to Hyunjin "I don't know rather to throw you in fire,or put you in the Air fryer". @cashtonsbetch Keep it going!
Hyunjin looked at Lee Know unfazed, bored of the same threat, āIām scared of your words as much as Seungmin is scared of Chan, our dear old timer, find a new thing, you rabbit looking liarā
Tags: fluff, first meeting, first kiss, strangers to lovers
Summary: When the power goes out while youāre in an ATM vestibule, you come to realize youāre stuck inside until the police come to open the door. But thereās one problem, you donāt speak a lick of Korean, and the man inside doesnāt seem to speak an ounce of English.
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A/N: Please note that sentences that are Italicized are meant to be in Korean and sentences that are regular text are in English.
Itās not like youāre an unlucky person as a whole, no, thatās not it. Today was just one of those days that when you say āHow could this get any worse?ā, the universe takes it as a challenge.
Perhaps you shouldāve just kept your mouth shut after you spilled coffee on your blouse this morning. But, youāve always been such a āglass-half-fullā sort of person that you tried to take every inconvenience in stride. Everyone has their limit, though.
Before you came here on a business trip, you had heard about the Korean Monsoon season.
Everyone and their mother told you about how much it would pour, how it would feel like the skies suddenly opened up. But, you didnāt take anyoneās warning seriously. You would wave them off with a scoff.
āItās just rain,ā you thought. āHow bad could it be?ā
Youāre eating those words now as you run through the streets in your nice, newly-soaked, professional heels. Your slacks are sticking to your legs, making the fabric ten times heavier. With your bag held over your head, you look around frantically for the bank.
It doesnāt help that itās close to 10 PM and visibility is already horrible at this time. Yes, you should have gone earlier, but you were distracted!
Where is it? Where is it?
There!
You spot the glass doors and practically sprint up to them, grab the handle, and rip the door open.
A giant sigh of relief comes out of your lips as you step inside the tiny vestibule.
The only other man inside the place jumps a bit at your noise. He glances over his shoulder at you, but immediately turns back to what heās doing at the ATM. You pay him no mind as you shake the rainwater off of your bag.
Itās after hours at the bank, meaning the only thing open and available is one ATM inside the room between the bank itself and the streets of Seoul.
Soft beeping comes from the ATM as the other man presses a few buttons. Thereās an umbrella on the floor at his feet.
After brushing the water off your jacket, you bring your bag in front of you and start fishing out your card. Countless items inside your bag are now completely soaked.
Ugh, there goes all those business cards you collected at the meeting. Most of the ink is bleeding off the cardstock. Maybe, if you try really hard, you can make out the phone numbers on the cards.
Is that a 6 or an 8?
Or maybe the email addresses will be easier to understand. Surely, it just their names and their companyāsā
Thereās a bright flash of lightning followed immediately by a booming clap of thunder at the same time the lights in the ATM vestibule flicker and go out completely.
You fight the yelp that bubbles in your throat. The man in front of you seems to lose the fight against his reactions and lets out a tiny yip.
His shoulders come up and he seems to bristle like a cat.
āYouāre kidding,ā you mumble, looking up at the lights. It was almost pitch black inside now, save for the tiny emergency lights that kick on on either side of the glowing Exit sign.
The man lets out a grumble and a sigh.
You look over and see that the ATM has completely shut off. Figures.
The storm mustāve triggered some sort of power outage. Great. Now youāll have to find some other ATM.
Why, oh why, did the restaurant that your boss wanted to take you to tomorrow morning have to be cash only?
Whatever, there should be a bank a few blocks from here.
Your heels click on the tile as you make your way to the door. When you grab the handle and pull, it doesnāt budge.
Thereās a beat.
You try again, really putting your back into it this time.
āAm I stupid or what?ā you whisper to yourself, trying the other door and pulling equally as hard.
āTheyāre not going to open,ā the man behind you says. āThe fail-safe locks probably kicked in once the power went out. Itās a security measure.ā
You turn around and look at him with a blank look on your face. āOh, ah, umā¦ s-sorry, noā¦ no Korean.ā
The man blinks at you. āYou donāt speak Korean?ā
You blink right back at him. āUmā¦ā All you can do is shake your head with wide eyes and a sympathetic smile. āIām sorry,ā you repeat.
Another series of blinks are exchanged.
āNoā¦ Korean?ā he asks slowly. His English sounds so unsure.
You nod. āNoā¦ no Korean.ā
A tiny, exasperated sigh comes from his lips and he looks around, as if anything inside this tiny little room would be able to help him communicate with you. Meanwhile, you turn back to the door and give it another sharp tug to no avail.
āNo,ā he says firmly, drawing your attention back to him. He motions down to the door handles and then shakes his head.
āNo?ā you repeat, a bit confused.
āNo.ā
Honestly, the primitive conversation between the two of you would be somewhat laughable if you didnāt feel frustrated beyond belief.
āWhy?ā you ask, becoming annoyed. Obviously, he knows something that you donāt.
The man blinks at you and shifts around nervously on his feet. His hands motion around as he tries to conjure up a sentence in English. āNā¦ No. Closed?... Closed.ā He nods, saying the word rather confidently.
Yes, you know the door is closed. But, why?
After a second, he sees that whatever he said evidently isnāt good enough, so he points back to the ATM, to the light that is now off due to no power, and then to the locks. You follow his pointing and the cogs in your brain start turning slowly.
āFail-safe locks,ā you state and then finally release the door handles.
āFailā¦ Fail-safe locks,ā he repeats slowly. āFail-safe locks.ā
āFail-safe locks?ā you parrot his Korean back to him and he nods.
A small hum comes from your chest and you take a step back from the door finally. āHow long do you thinkāā you cut yourself off when you look over at him. The man is staring at you, not following a word youāre saying.
Your hand comes up and you brush some wet hair off your forehead and then scratch the back of your head as a nervous tick. Thereās no point in even asking the question, he wonāt be able to understand anything youāre saying.
If you were in his shoes, youād probably be a bit annoyed too. But at the same time, heās already been kinder than most would be in this situation.
Heās locked in an ATM vestibule with someone who doesnāt speak the same language as himā in his own country. Heās been more than kind. Most people would just wave you off and forget trying to communicate at all.
But here he was, talking slowly and making sure you can understand what heās saying. Heās going so far as to point around the room to make sure you understand.
The man notices you give up and he lets out a tiny sigh, turning to then peer out the glass doors at the streets of Seoul. Thereās basically no one out there, everyone has taken shelter from the squall.
āWeāll have to wait until the police come to open the door.ā He pats at his pockets, searching for his phone.
Even with how terrible your Korean is, you still pick up on a few words. āPolice?ā A beat. āPolice?ā
āYes,ā he answers in English, taking his phone out and tapping the screen a few times before holding it up to his ear. The man continues to look through the glass doors, watching all the different cars drive by, none of them police cars.
You decide to turn around, walking around the tiny room.
All of the lights are off except for the emergency lights. They cast a dull glow through the entirety of the vestibule. There's barely enough light to see from one side of the room to the other.
Rain starts hammering against the glass as the man speaks into his phone. āYes, hi, hello. I am currently trapped with another woman inside the ATM vestibule of Metrobank Seoulā¦ Namdaemunnoā¦ Yes, that one.ā
Your ears perk up when he mentions the name of the bank and the address. Ah, he must have called the police. His face pulls into a slightly annoyed look, but he doesnāt speak with a hint of it through the phone, at least, not that youāre really able to tell.
The man says a few more words into the phone before he hangs up with a sigh. He runs a hand through his hair and then down his face in an exasperated fashion before turning to look at you. His mouth opens to say something, but he thinks better of it and he grimaces even more.
Your own features pull into a sympathetic expression and you look away, slightly embarrassed. Should you have learned more of the language before coming here? Absolutely. But at the same time, you didnāt have much time to prepare once you were told you had to travel here for business.
He shuffles from foot to foot and looks around, shoving his hands in his pockets and desperately trying to remember every English class he took in school.
āPoliceā¦ā he says slowly, thinking through every word he wants to try and say. āPolice areā¦ busy.ā
āBusy?ā
āYes. Busy. Busy withā¦ carā¦ā He brings both of his hands together and claps and then makes an explosion noise with his hands.
āA car accident?ā
He snaps his fingers and points to you, as if youāre a team during a game of charades.
āCar accident,ā he says in Korean.
āCar accident,ā you repeat and he nods.
Despite the reality of the situation, you smile. The humor in all of this does not escape you. You decide to try and meet him halfway, even with your butchered pronunciation.
āPoliceā¦ timeā¦ long?ā Your head cocks to the side and you point to your watch. He shakes his head and shrugs in exaggerated movements.
Scoffing, you roll your eyes. The accident was that bad, huh? No wonder the power went out then, the car must have smashed into electrical lines after that loud clap of thunder. This probably means all of the traffic lights and such are out too.
The police are most likely directing traffic and making sure no one gets injured; two idiots stranded in an ATM vestibule are the least of their concerns. Honestly, you canāt be in a safer place. Well, unless this guy is a murderer, but you havenāt gotten a harsh vibe yet.
You sigh and lean against the wall near the corner across from the ATM. Your body slides down to the floor and you stare straight ahead. It seems like youāre going to be in here for a while then.
The man takes one last look outside the doors before walking in your direction. He leans against the adjacent wall and takes a seat on the floor with you. His shoes almost touch the side of yours. Itās at this time that you let yourself take a moment to really look at him.
He has to be around your age; older than a college graduate but younger than someone settled into their career. Something that definitely doesnāt escape your attention is howā¦ pretty he is. His skin is near perfect and so is his hair. Everything, down to the clothes heās wearing, is absolutely flawlessā and heās only in sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie!
Next to him, especially in your current drowned rat state, you probably look like something worse than a hot mess. You quickly comb your hair off your forehead once more and pull at your soaking wet clothes sticking to your skin.
The manās lips purse for a moment and he opens his mouth as if to say something, then promptly stops, opting for a grumble of frustration.
After a moment, an idea flickers through your mind and you hold up one finger to him to say āone momentā. You reach down into your pocket for your phone and take it out, tapping at a few screens and bringing up the Translate app.
āWhatās your name?ā you type into the phone and it immediately translates it into Korean below it. You turn your phone around and hold it up to him.
The man looks at you, then your phone, and his eyes light up. If youāre not mistaken, you even see a little bit of relief flash over his features. A tiny smirk pulls at one corner of his lips before he looks back at you.
āMinho,ā he answers and motions to you.
āY/N,ā you reply. āNice to meet you, Minho.ā You hold your hand out for a handshake.
Minho looks at your hand and his smirk gets wider before he grabs your hand and shakes it gently. The skin on his palm is so soft. āNice to meet you, Y/N.ā
After shaking his hand, you bring your phone back up to your face and type another sentence into the translate app.
āIām very sorry for not knowing Korean, Iām here on business.ā
Minho looks at your phone, reading the statement before shaking his head and pulling out his own phone. He types away and then holds it up for you to read.
āNo need to apologize. With my line of work, my English should be better. Itās a very hard language to learn.ā
A little laugh huffs from your nose and you nod and type.
āTry learning Korean.ā
Minho laughs with you and his smirk grows into a playful smile. Jesus Christ, this man is gorgeous. He looks down and taps a bit on his phone and then he holds it up to you. With the way his smirk pulls at his lips, it almost reminds you of a devious little cat.
āI could tell you were a foreigner when you first came into the bank.ā
Your eyebrow raises. āOh, really?ā
Heās chuckling when he brings his phone back to type more and then hold it up for you to read.
āYou donāt have an umbrella.ā
Laughter leaves your lips when you read that and your head tilts back to rest against the wall. The wetness from your clothes is beginning to seep into your bones. Plus, the feeling of the fabric sticking to your skin is starting to become overstimulating.
But, you try and keep it together. You donāt really have another option at the moment.
You type a message back to Minho.
āPeople tried to warn me about the Monsoon Season. As you can see, I didnāt listen.ā
He reads your message and sucks his teeth with a smirk. Minho shakes his head and motions to the glass doors, as if to say āLook!ā.
āI know, I know!ā you laugh and look outside at the sheets of rain pouring from the sky. Puddles have turned into small ravines flowing down the sides of the road. Any car that passes by creates a huge splash as they pass through them.
Every once in a while, the sky will light up and thunder will follow it quickly.
Minho laughs with you. āNext timeā¦ you listen.ā He nudges your leg with his foot.
You look over at him. āI will, trust me.ā
A long look is shared between the two of you. Thereās this tiny nagging feeling at the back of your mind, itās that same feeling you get when you see someone in public that you swear youāve seen before. Maybe he just has one of those faces?
No, you definitely havenāt met him before. You would remember if he was someone you shook hands with in the last few days. A man that gorgeous would never slip under your radar, youāre certain.
Minho stares back at you, eyes flitting about at your soaking wet hair matting to your skin. It looks like his one hand twitches for a moment and then he shifts in his seat.
Back to the app.
The two of you type away on your phones and hold them up at the same time with the exact same question on them.
āWhat do you do for work?ā
āWhat do you do for work?ā
Again, the two of you let out little huffs of laughter and he motions to you as if to tell you to go first.
So you do, you type down on your phone a little answer for him.
āRight now, Iām only the assistant to a CEO for a huge company. Wherever he goes, I go. I write all his contracts; everything he does goes through me first. Iām more of an administrator than an assistant, though.ā
Minho reads your answer carefully and then types out a small response with a tiny crease in between his brows.
āWhy do you say āright nowā?ā
A sad smile spreads on your face as you look down at your phone to type out a response.
āI studied hard and have a Mathematics degree. But no matter where I apply, they say I donāt have enough experience. Back in America, the job market is absolutely horrible. So, Iām stuck.ā
Minhoās eyes scan through your message and a frown pulls at his lips. He looks back up at you, meeting your eyes and then back to your phone before he begins to type his own message.
Your silent communication warms your heart a little bit. The glow from his phone lights up his features and you study him carefully. His teeth poke out from his top lipā itās absolutely adorable.
He seems to think for a long moment before his thumbs fly over his screen.
Rain is coming down in sheets outside the door, itās the only other sound inside the room besides the light clicking of the haptics on his phone.
You reach back and once more run your fingers through your hairā it seems to be drying now, but not in a good way. The humidity of the rain is apparent in the way it's starting to frizz up.
Minho turns his phone around after a moment of typing.
āIāve heard about how hard it is to get a job in America, Iām very sorry itās so unfair. For what itās worth, I think thereās nothing wrong with the job you have now. Hard work is hard work no matter if it's an assistant or a scientist.ā
His words strike a chord within your heart, they tug at your chest and at the corner of your lips which twitch into a wistful smile on your face.
āThank you,ā you say to him in Korean, looking directly into his eyes. Minho smiles back at you when he hears it.
āYou are welcome,ā he answers in English.
His smile seems so warm for a stranger. He looks at you as if youāre an old friend, not like a woman, still soaking wet from the rain, sitting on the floor with him inside an ATM vestibule. Heās so genuine.
After a few seconds of just looking at him, you bring your phone up to type once more.
āYour turn. What do you do?ā
Minho stares at your phone for a long time, seemingly reading the sentence over and over again. His bottom lip pulls between his teeth and he seems to weigh something in his mind.
His brown eyes flick to yours, then back to the phone, then back to you again before he looks down at his phone.
You never realized how much just body language alone can convey.
He types slower, his thumbs not moving as quickly as before. Why does he seem so apprehensive?
Eventually, he turns the phone around.
āIām an idol.ā
āOh,ā you say softly. Your shoulders shrug a bit and you cock your head to the side. āLike a K-pop idol?ā
Minho nods in response. āStray Kids.ā
The name rings a bell, itās just one youāve heard floating around for a few months now. You think one of your friends is into them, but you canāt remember. Sheās into so many different groups, itās hard to keep track anymore.
You type in your phone.
āIāve heard the name before. Werenāt you guys at the MET Gala?ā
With a breathy chuckle, he nods. A smile spreads across your face.
āWow, Iām trapped in a room with a celebrity then. You know, people write stories like this.ā
Your joke definitely lands because he snorts a huff of laughter as you type on your phone a little bit more after that.
āDonāt worry, I wonāt take pictures and post them all over Twitter or anything. This will just be a funny story for me to tell my friends when I get back home to America.ā
āThank you,ā Minho says softly with genuine gratitude in his voice. God, you canāt even imagine what itās like being an idol. There probably wasnāt a single place he felt safe going to anymore. There are always cameras just waiting to take his picture.
āWhen do you go back to America?ā
āIn a few days. My boss loves to extend his business trips at the last minute. So, I could be here three more days or seven more days. Itās very hard to pack to come on these trips.ā
A bittersweet expression settles on his handsome face.
You think for a long moment before typing away at your phone and showing it to him.
āHave you ever been to New Jersey? Thatās the state Iām from.ā
Minhoās lips purse as he thinks for a long few moments. Very slowly, he nods, almost unsure. He types in his phone, then thinks for a moment, then types again.
āI think weāve been there twice. Is Newark in New Jersey?ā
Excitedly, you nod. āYes, thatās up in North Jersey!ā Youāre so excited that you forget to type down on your phone. āOh!ā you say with a laugh, looking back down at your phone.
āYes, thatās in the northern part of the state, about an hour or so from my hometown. I grew up in the central region, right on the beach. It only takes ten minutes to get to the beach from my house.ā
Minhoās smile widens and he looks at you with a slightly envious look in his eyes. You giggle in response.
āTwo other members love the beach, but theyāre from Australia.ā
āAustralian beaches are probably not that different from American beaches. But Iāve never been to Australia. Have you?ā
Minho nods and you see him close his translation app and switch over to his camera roll. His fingers quickly begin scrolling up through the countless amount of photos he has on his phone.
Not wanting to invade his privacy, you look away from his phone and out the doors in the vestibule once more. Not a single soul is walkingā or runningā along the sidewalks anymore.
Due to the power outage, thereās not even street lights illuminating in the puddles, itās almost eerie looking. But, surprisingly, you donāt feel uneasy at all. Especially not with Minho sitting at your side.
Said man hums to get your attention, shuffling closer to you, and you look down at his phone. The picture is absolutely gorgeous.
Itās a photo of the beach, youāre assuming in Australia. The red sun is peeking above the horizon and painting the sky a beautiful wash of reds, pinks, and purples, all of the colors melting into one another. The clouds are wispy and glow in the morning sun.
The ocean seems so beautifully blue, even the foam at the crash of the waves is beautiful.
In front of the ocean is a gaggle of boys, it looks like thereās about seven of them. Each of them have bright, beautiful smiles on their faces reaching their eyes.
Youāve never been able to feel joy radiating from a photo like this, it seems to be contagious since you find a smile pulling at your own lips.
āThis photo is beautiful,ā you whisper, not taking your eyes off of it.
Minho hums, maybe he understood what you said. His thumb moves and he scrolls to the next picture where two of the boys have taken one of the others by his legs and arms and seem to be pretending to toss him into the surf.
A soft giggle comes from your lips and you find yourself leaning towards him a bit to get a better look at the photo. Truly, you didnāt even notice your shoulders brushing against each other, and by his lack of reaction, it seems Minho didnāt either.
āFriends?ā you ask him in your choppy Korean.
Minho looks over at you, his face closer to you than before. His eyes widen a bit at your proximity, but he doesnāt back up at all.
āFamily,ā he corrects you in his soft English.
An even warmer feeling spreads through your chest and you look back down at the photo. They must be his band members, but they just look so much closer than that. It reminds you of all of your friends back home.
Before you can even think twice, youāre opening your own camera roll, scrolling through an endless sea of memories before finding one specific morning you woke up to go watch the sunrise on the beach.
A tiny, awe-struck noise comes from Minho when he looks down at it.
āSunrise,ā you say and then think for a moment. Youāre not sure of the Korean you want to say. āFavoriteā¦ time.ā
Heās so patient when you speak, it absolutely melts your heart. Thereās a different air about his softness with you too. Heās not treating you like a child just learning how to speak, no, heās just beingā¦ nice. Heās being sweet and genuine and it speaks volumes about his character.
āSunrise,ā he says in Korean.
āSunrise,ā you repeat, looking up at him. His eyes were already trained on your face by the time you looked up. A tiny dusting of pink covers your cheeks. How long has he been looking at you?
A happy smile spreads over his lips, the edges curl up playfully. He nods. āSunrise. Sunrise.ā
āSunrise.ā Your voice says softly once more before looking back down at your phone.
Swiping through a few more pictures, you show him the boardwalk that runs down the beaches by your house. Everything from shops, to amusement park rides, to lemonade and ice cream stands litter the entirety of the shore.
He points down at the ferris wheel and shakes his head. āNo,ā he says simply.
āNo?ā you ask with a laugh. āWhy not?ā
āNoā¦ no high,ā he shakes his head and motions his hands around to emphasize his point.
āBest picture,ā you giggle holding your hand up in the air to emphasize the height aspect, then youāre swiping to the next picture taken from the top of the ferris wheel. This time, it was sunset. āSunset.ā
āSunset.ā A pause. āMyā¦ Myā¦ favorite time.ā
A soft hum bubbles up in your throat. He loves sunset whereas you love sunrise. How cute.
āSunset is beautiful,ā you say slowly. Your eyes are still on your phone when you swipe to another photo.
āBeautiful,ā Minho whispers softly.
Humming, you nod. āYes, beautiful.ā
A soft puff of air comes out of his nose and fans out over your cheek. When did he get this close? You look up at him and almost bump his nose with yours.
Minhoās head flinches back a bit at your sudden movement, but he makes no move to get further away from you.
He sighs softly, his eyes flitting all over your face, taking in every one of your features. āBeautiful,ā he murmurs.
Your eyes widen, that pink blush making its way back to your face. You canāt even help the tiny, giddy giggle that bubbles in your throat. You look down shyly, biting your bottom lip.
Tender, gentle fingers lift your chin back up. Truly, you didnāt notice how cold your skin was until his warm touch spread on your skin.
Is this really happening?
A shiver races down your spine and a soft shudder comes out of your lips. Minhoās eyes look down at your lips and then down at your arm where goosebumps begin to raise.
He pulls away gently, making your brows furrow. Did you do something wrong? Maybe you misread hisā
Heās shrugging off his hoodie.
Oh, he thinks you're cold.
Before you can even think to tell him youāre okay, heās pulling your shoulder forward a bit so he can drape it over your back, bundling you up in such a pleasant, soft warmth. With small, fussy movements, heās closing the hoodie around your body.
Perhaps you didnāt even notice how cold you were until you were suddenly surrounded in a warmth that can be compared to the fuzziest blanket you own. Not to mention the absolutely delightful scent that wafts upwards into your nose from the fabric.
Itās such a clean, cozy, calming scent. Itās like you buried your nose into the Mahogany Teakwood candle at Bath and Body Works.
Your eyes stay trained on his face while he bundles you up tightly. His hands gently grab your arms and rub up and down a few times to create even more warmth.
āBetter,ā he murmurs, finally looking up to meet your eyes.
How is it that a stranger has wormed himself into your heart like this? His tender gaze makes your soul feel calm, like those pictures of the morning surf under the sunrise.
āThank you,ā you whisper back to him. Your hands come up to grab at the hoodie, curling into the fabric.
Minho smiles back at you, you can see how his smile grows as he watches you relax into his clothing. Thereās no space between your shoulders as you rest against adjacent walls, your two bodies have melted into the corner.
Thereās a clap of thunder outside, but neither of you move. Your feet shuffle on the floor as you bring your knees closer to your chest. His legs adjust around yours, feeding them under your bent knees and tangling your limbs up further.
Itās so hard to break Minhoās eye contact, but you do it slowly, looking down at your phone and opening up the translate app once more. His soft breathing hits your cheek with every exhale.
āYouāre too nice to a stranger.ā
Minho hums, almost in agreement. He picks up his phone and types back.
āIām usually not.ā
You read the statement and then look at him, your head cocked to the side. Your brows furrow in confusion, but he types more before you can even ask another question.
āI donāt know why I feel drawn to you.ā
The text looks right back at you. Your heart flutters in your chest and you know that your cheeks get redder and redder by the second. Still, you canāt contain the giddy laugh that makes its way past your lips.
You bite the inside of your cheek to try and hide the smile, but it only makes Minho smile wider. His hand slowly comes up towards your cheek. Right before heās able to make contact, he stops, hovering over your skin and gazing into your eyes.
A silent question is asked through his eyes. Itās a language that you donāt need any sort of app for. An answer is communicated right back.
Soft, tender warmth spreads over your cheek, radiating all throughout your body in the most gentle glow. His thumb caresses over your cheek bone, swiping gentle strokes back and forth.
You feel the same as him, thatās the strange part. Thereās something so alluring about him that you just canāt put your finger on it. Heās pulling you in like a magnet and you donāt even want to fight against it.
Thereās so many words sitting on the tip of your tongue, but you know that each and every one of them would fall on deaf ears. Nothing that you can say in the moment would make sense to him.
Exhales are shared and mingled together in the minimal space between your faces,
āBeautiful,ā he whispers for your ears only. Not like thereās anyone else to hear it except the ATM sitting dormant in the corner of the vestibule. Not even the mice in the walls would have been able to hear his murmur.
Love at first sight was something you always gawked and scoffed at. You always thought that it was such a Hallmark invention, that there was no way you would be able to just look at someone once and immediately fall head over heels for them.
But here you were, sitting on a dirty floor, feeling your heart beating faster and faster in your chest. Letting your face be cradled by a man you didnāt know two hours ago. By the man who patiently worked with you to communicate.
How is this even possible?
You can count on one hand the amount of things you know about one another.
Minho, who is a famous idol in Korea, who loves sunset and hates heights, who has the most expressive brown eyes youāve ever seen.
Minho, who did whatever he could just to talk to you when he could have just as easily sat in silence on the other side of the vestibule.
His hand slowly drags down your cheek, each finger gliding down your skin towards your jawline to lift under your chin.
Another silent question passes through both of you in the one language you seem to both be fluent in.
Your eyes flick down to his lips and he hears you loud and clear.
Minho leans in slowly, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight touch. But, despite how soft the kiss is, heat spreads through your body in a grand wave, rushing through your fingertips and into your toes.
The first press is long and sweet, the two of you simply melting into the sensation of being locked together.
He pulls away only for a moment, his eyes gazing down at your lips before he swoops in again, this time his movements a bit quicker.
His hand returns to your cheek, guiding your head to tilt to the side to gain better access to your lips.
A soft sigh leaves your nose and your own hand travels up to grab at his shirt gently, just needing to hold onto him in any way possible.
Minho responds to your sigh, his lips moving a bit faster against yours. Both of your lips part and close, moving like mirror images of one another. Every few kisses, your noses brush against one another, but it doesnāt deter you from your actions at all.
Slowly, your hand travels from his shirt up to his neck, running up the side of his flushed skin. He feels feverish to the touch and it only spurs you on to keep moving. At the contact on his own body, Minho lets out a tiny grunt against your lips, his kisses stutter for a moment but heās back to kissing you after just a moment.
Up, up, up, your hand travels over his moving jaw, to his cheek, then moving back to thread in his soft, brown trusses of hair. God, everything about him is just so perfect. Itās like youāre combing your fingers through the softest of cotton.
His kisses are getting deeper, little sighs come from both of your mouths as the passion continues on. Minhoās body turns towards yours a bit more, his knees canting up and almost forcing your legs onto his lap.
Tentatively, you feel his tongue poke out from between his lips, licking gently at your lower lip. You donāt even hesitate to give him access to your mouth. A gentle moan claws its way up your throat as his tongue licks into your mouth.
The hand on your cheek grips you a bit tighter, holding your face to hisā as if you would want to try and move away from Minho and his addicting kisses.
āI just canāt help it,ā he whispers in Korean against your spit, soaked lips before capturing them once more. āI donāt know what youāre doing to me, Y/N.ā
All you catch is your name and it sends a shiver down your spine. You donāt even need to know what else he said, his tone says it all. The way it comes out in a breathy exhale is enough to send your mind reeling.
āPlease,ā you murmur into his mouth before he presses his lips to yours once more with the same amount of passion and need in his actions.
More and more rain hits the glass doors, becoming the only sound that can be heard in the room except for your shared exhales, pants, and breathy moans.
Slowly, the kisses begin to calm down. Minho pulls away for a moment to take a long breath. His thumb moves to brush against your lower lip like a butterfly landing on a flower.
His eyes open just a crack, gazing down at your mouth with a hazy look in his eye. As he slowly catches his breath, he presses his forehead against yours, his fingers brushing along the heated skin on your face.
āForgive me, I didnāt do things in order,ā he whispers. āI shouldāve taken you out first.ā
Your eyes open and you look at him in confusion. āHm?ā
His jaw clenches before he swallows and he takes another long moment to look over your face, his features soft and welcoming.
Thereās some movement as his other hand blindly pats around his lap for his phone. He canāt physically tear himself away from you long enough to even look down.
Another tiny laugh comes from your lips.
Your fingers move out of his hair to come around and gently run over his features, brushing against his jawline, to then trace up to his lips and up the length of his nose, memorizing each and every detail.
Minho melts into your touch, his face moving closer to your touch, seeking you out.
His hand finally finds his phone and he grabs it blindly, flipping it around in his lap and tearing his gaze away from your face to glance down at it.
Thumbs are flying across the screen to type at his translate app. Heās typing so quickly on his phone that you can't help but laugh a bit.
Before heās able to turn the phone around, there are a few sharp knocks against the glass of the vestibule. The two of you practically jump out of your skin and your heads whip over to the doors.
Red and blue lights are flashing outside and it looks like two police officers are standing outside, peering in at you both. They wave when they see theyāve caught your attention.
Minho looks at the police officers, then to you, then back to the officers, and then back to you once more. His mouth opens and closes a few times and he tries to form a few words but youāre untangling your limbs from one another.
In a moment, youāre both on your feet as the officers work on unlocking the doors from the outside.
Minho gently grabs at your arm and you look down where heās touching and your heart sinks a little. His eyes look a little questioning and desperate.
āOh,ā you say sadly. You shrug off his jacket, and hand it back to him. Minhoās eyebrows pull together and his lips part. He looks down at the jacket and then up at you.
āNo,ā he says firmly.
āAre you two alright?ā The police officer calls inside in Korean.
āWeāre okay,ā Minho responds without breaking eye contact with you. He puts a hand on his jacket still dangling over your arm and pushes it back towards you.
āMinho?ā you ask, looking at him and then at the officer approaching you both.
āWe apologize for the delay, but we knew you two were safe, so we had to prioritize,ā the officer says.
You blink at him blankly for a moment before then looking back at Minho.
āSheās a foreigner,ā he says to the officer, finally looking away from you. āShe doesnāt know Korean.ā
āAh,ā the officer responds. āMy apologies. You can tell her that sheās free to go.ā He nods at the two of you and motions towards the door. You take his hint and slowly begin follow him.
Once again, Minho tugs on your arm and you pause, turning around to look at him. Heās holding his phone up to your face with a pleading look in his eye.
āCan I please buy you a drink?ā
A wide smile spreads across your cheeks and you canāt deny the relief that you feel inside your chest. The moment your lips twitch upwards, Minho immediately mirrors it.
āYes,ā you respond. āI love to go.ā
He chuckles at your choppy Korean once more before taking his jacket out of your hands and wrapping you inside it once more. This time, he grabs the hood and pulls it up over your head.
With a satisfied hum, he nods and laces your fingers together.
Ummm... does this mean that I'm going to have everyone guess my favorite song? š¤ Sorry if I'm misinterpreting this, but it sounds interesting so I'll jump on board.
rules :: when you get this, list 5 songs youāve been listening to & tag people!
one take me home, ateez
two burning desire, lana del ray
three woke up, xg
four andromeda, gorillaz
five mmmh, kai
tags: @mingtinysworld | @hwakakeri | @songmingisthighs | @xuchiya // tagged whoever came to mind first sorry idk many people here .. š« (not compulsory ofc ^^)
vaporwave
pixelskylines
blakekathryn
theartofmadeline
turnnoffyourmind
