boyfriend!minho who falls asleep on the couch with stray kids music still playing in his airpods as his cats snuggle next to him, waiting for you to come back from your dance practice.
boyfriend!minho who doesn’t hear you open the front door and laugh softly as you see the adorable mess he is, with his hair falling into his lashes, his phone hanging loosely in his fingers.
boyfriend!minho who stirs as you sit down on his waist gently, brushing his bangs out of the way.
boyfriend!minho who finally blinks himself awake at your touch, his big boba eyes staring into yours, a bright bunny smile spreading across his face.
boyfriend!minho who takes you in his arms and kisses you passionately, dragging his slender fingers through your hair.
boyfriend!minho who presses his soft lips against yours, holding you like you’re everything he needs in the world.
boyfriend!minho who breaks the kiss with a smirk and nibbles your ear before flipping you under him and leaning in.
boyfriend!minho who loves the way you caress his cheeks as he kisses you again, softer.
boyfriend!minho who brings you back onto his lap, letting you lean against his chest and snuggle closer.
boyfriend!minho who kisses the top of your head, whispering, “i missed you, yn. i love you always, kitten.”
‘tw’ - kissing, flirting, teasing, lost cat, angst if you look closely
‘word count’ - 1.4 k
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minho hears a scratching sound come from his window. he looks up to see the shadow of a cat perched on his windowsill.
a faint meow comes from the cat and it scratches its claws against the glass again. minho opens his window and a slender siamese leaps into his bedroom. the feline weaves itself between his legs, purring softly.
“hi, kitty,” minho coos. he has a soft spot for cats and he reaches down to stroke the cat’s soft fur. the cat stretches across his legs, its purrs getting louder.
minho notices the mark of a collar among the fluffy ruff of fur. “did you run away, kitty?” minho asks, crouching down. his long fingers scratch the feline’s dark brown ears.
another familiar mew announces the presence of one of minho’s cats, soonie. soonie and the new cat sniff each other before leaping into minho’s lap. he laughs as he runs his hands through their soft fur.
the next morning, minho wakes up with a light weight on his chest and sees a curious face of a siamese cat staring at him.
“hi kitty,” minho says, booping the cat’s nose with his index. eager for the same attention, soonie, doongie, and dori leap onto minho’s body and shove their faces into his.
on the other side of his bedroom wall, you curl up on your bed, lonely as hell. your cat had disappeared yesterday, leaving only her collar. the thought of your trigonometry test and dance assessment forces you to get out of bed.
dark rainclouds gather in the sky, signaling the arrival of rain soon.
as you lock your apartment door, you see your neighbor say goodbye to his cats. a deep longing wrenches through your heart as you listen to him.
“bye soonie! bye doongie! bye dori! bye kitty!” he says with his beautiful, smooth, melodious voice.
four cats? you think, confused. i thought he only had three, since like, yesterday. i think i’m losing it.
you don’t realize you’re staring until he says, “hi.”
“hi,” you squeak shyly, self-consciously fixing your hair. as he looks at you, you realize how pretty he is. he looks at you with gorgeous big boba-colored eyes thoughtfully.
“do i know you?” he asks. then he snaps his fingers before you can process. “you’re yn, right? from my dance class, trig, chem… and linguistics?”
“yeah,” you utter, staring at him hypnotically.
“i’m minho,” he introduces himself, smiling. you almost faint at his cute little bunny smile.
“yn,” you reply, finally mustering enough energy to make your brain cells function half of what they’re capable of.
“well, i’ll see you around?” minho asks. “maybe let’s exchange numbers later, huh?” before you can reply, he leaves with your heart, his bag slung across one shoulder, throwing a finger heart back at you and a small, shy smile.
you smile back, half in shock, half in ecstasy, your loneliness forgotten.
the solemn day drags on until lunch break, when you decide to escape to your favorite cafe. you haul your bag onto your table and take out your folder, a handful of sharpies, and your phone.
“alright, chai, i’m getting you home,” you breathe out as you open your folder. taking out your first missing cat poster, you take a black sharpie and uncap it.
your hand flies across the paper as you write in neat script “missing cat. female brown siamese with blue eyes. comes to the name chai. please call xxx yyy once seen.”
“hey, mind if i sit?”
you look up from your work. “oh. yeah, sure, sorry about my mess,” you murmur apologetically. minho shrugs, flashing another cute smile. he toys with a black bracelet, matching the white one on his wrist.
“why aren’t you with your friends?” he asks hesitantly. you stiffen immediately, your grip on your pen tightening. minho notices, of course he notices, he can notice anything.
“oh. i’m sorry–” he stammers, his cheeks reddening. you don’t say anything, you’re too focused on trying not to break down and on your handwriting. his pretty eyes land on your cat’s picture and he freezes.
minho stares at the image of your cat, his heart racing. his hands shake as he thinks back about the stray cat he cared for yesterday. the kitty he found looked exactly like your chai.
“um, i–i have to go,” minho stammers, standing up. his bunny smile is gone, instead he’s biting his lip. you stand up as well, trying to grab his hand before he leaves.
“min–” minho slips out of your grasp and disappears, his eyes covered by his bangs.
minho avoids you the rest of the day. dance practice was especially hard not to interact with him. you were paired up with him, like fate.
you can still remember the way his hands held you up when he accidentally crashed into you, the way he licked his lips nervously as he stared into your eyes.
“sorry,” you mumble under your breath to him as you accidentally elbowed him. minho tries not to smile at your obvious flusteredness as he breathes down your neck. you shiver involuntarily and he smirks, suddenly summoning some energy and forgetting the game of avoidance.
“you’re a good dancer,” he murmurs in your ear at the end of practice as he flies past you and disappears through the door. once minho leaves, the guilt of taking your cat gnaws at his heart again.
as soon as he steps outside, the drizzling of rain starts. minho stares up at the flecks of water painting across the sky and smiles slightly.
he twists the key to his door quickly and opens it. his three cats attack him and minho leans down to scratch each of their ears. he realizes his kitty, your chai, isn’t there. instead he sees chai’s silhouette on the window. chai taps the glass and minho opens it, confused.
the rain patters loudly against the rooftops of the ground floor and before minho can blink, chai is gone.
“no!”
as you walk back to your apartment, the rain attacks you viciously. you have your hood on but you can feel the wetness seap into the fabric. realizing the hood is useless, you take it off, letting the raindrops fall on your head.
suddenly you see a siamese cat a few meters in front of you on the sidewalk, looking straight at you. you blink a few times, thinking it’s an illusion of the rain and your mind.
“chai?” the cat meows and turns around and runs away from you. you take a fraction of a second to react and you’re running after her.
“you freaking cat–” you mutter as you run along the side of the buildings to avoid the random people walking.
chai leads you to what used to be your favorite park until–until you discovered your ex was cheating on you here.
you see chai walk up to a shape that looks vaguely familiar holding an umbrella. you get closer when you recognize them.
“minho?”
“yn?”
minho looks up at you, memorizing your body. your cheeks are flushed from running and your hair is damp from the rain.
you open your mouth but no sound comes out. minho laughs and takes your hand, pulling you under the umbrella and closer. your back is against his chest and he rests his chin on the top of your head.
“so, here’s the short version,” minho begins quietly, suddenly shy. “i may have accidentally taken in your cat not knowing she was yours and here we go, i was scared you’d think i had stolen her but then she escaped and–”
you unravel his arms from your waist and press your index to his lips, stopping his frantic flow of words.
“hey. it’s fine,” you say, smiling. “i guess she wanted us to–” your voice becomes a squeak. “be together?” you feel your cheeks turn red and you bring a hand up to cover your embarrassed face.
instead, minho catches it and pulls you swiftly into a kiss. the feeling of his soft lips against yours makes your heart race in your chest, threatening to burst out. minho cups your chin and the kiss becomes harder.
your mingled breaths warm the atmosphere around you until you both break the kiss. minho looks down shyly, a small smile on his lips.
“and all this time, i thought she was just a stray cat.”
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you groan as you flip your paper over on your desk. kim seungmin, your younger brother’s best friend, snickers behind you.
“what did you get?” he asks, smiling innocently. you roll your eyes at him in annoyance, keeping a hand on your test paper in case seungmin decides to snatch it.
“you go first,” you retort. seungmin smirks as he waves his test in front of your face.
“ninety six percent,” seungmin simpers smugly. you frown at him, reluctantly flipping your test around.
“ninety two,” you mutter, staring at the bright red letters. seungmin beams with evil glee at you.
“ha!” he crows triumphantly. “i beat you.” you groan again, face-palming yourself.
“i’m not good at literature. this book was boring anyway,” you protest. seungmin sneers. “what, and art history is any better than this?” he mocks, rolling his eyes at you.
“yes actually!”
“keeeeep talking yn,” he says. “just admit it, you’re bad at this and i’m better.” you stick out your tongue playfully.
“never!”
a few moments later, you’re walking with seungmin to your break spots under that one willow tree. your younger brother, jeongin, is already waiting for you two.
“what took you so long,” he complains. “i need help with this math exercise.” looking up from his phone, he takes in your face.
“oooh, let me guess, seungmin beat you at the lit test,” jeongin guesses, grinning. you glare at him.
“it’s not fair, he actually likes reading boring historical fiction. who likes that? sci-fi forever!” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.
“life’s not fair,” seungmin remarks with a sing-song tone, smirking at you. jeongin looks between the both of you.
“are you guys, like, secretly dating or something? the teasing from this guy is like–” jeongin begins.
seungmin shoots him a look and jeongin shuts up. with a mischievous look, seungmin drops to one knee and you start laughing hysterically.
“what in the actual hell?” you say loudly, making everyone outside look at you two.
“i like you, yn,” seungmin utters smoothly, as if no one was watching. you bury your face in your hands, still smiling.
“is that what all the teasing was?” you demand, amused. seungmin sighs.
“will you just be my girlfriend already so i can get off of my knee? people are staring,” seungmin shoots back, ignoring your question.
“okay, okay, seungmin. you’re such a tease, you know?” seungmin grins, throwing his arms around you, pulling you into a fierce hug.
‘synopsis’ - you definitely weren’t supposed to fall for lee minho, especially because you already had a boyfriend, but did minho care? not exactly. you were stray kids' main makeup artist, specifically minho's. you had to keep the professional, but minho always wanted more from you, and you couldn’t say no to him–could you?
‘pairing’ - 이민호 (lee minho) x fem!makeup artist
‘genre’ - fluff, angst, frenemies to lovers??
‘tw’ - angst, suggestive themes (no nsfw), breakup, 14+, lmk if i missed anything bc ik i did
‘to get tagged’ - pls reply to the taglist post, this post or just ask me
‘lee’s notes’ - inspired by tate mcrae’s greedy song and lee minho; lowercase intended, not proofread
‘genre’ - fluff so much fluff, established relationship
‘tw’ - kissing and um, idk fluff?
‘word count’ - 0.6
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‘lee’s notes’ - lowercase intended, not proofread, entry for okwonyo's bonbon fraise event, inspired by list 1, prompt 6 + prompt 10
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sunghoon
you feel arms around your waist as you finish the first layer of frosting on your strawberry cake.
"you looked so cute focusing," sunghoon admits shyly as he rests his chin on top of yours. his hands skillfully guide yours across the cake, the frosting delicately falling onto the cake.
"can we put the whipped cream now?" sunghoon asks, unraveling himself from your arms. you laugh.
"noooo hoonie, no whipped cream on cake," you say, trying not to laugh at his face. he's mock-pouting.
"pleaaaase," sunghoon begs, kissing you on the nose. you escape his embrace and open the fridge, snatching the whipped cream bottle. you spray it on your nose and look at sunghoon.
"there's your whipped cream," you say, feeling a hot blush rise up your cheeks. sunghoon smirks as he steps closer, his face inches away from yours.
he kisses your nose again, licking up the whipped cream from it and then sunghoon cups your face, kissing your lips. after what feels like a whole hour he breaks the kiss, a bright smile on his face.
"i love you, yn," he says softly, looking shyly at the ground.
"love you too, hoonie."
jongseong
"cmon jay, please?" jay frowns, hiding his face.
"no yn, i don't want whipped cream on my face," jay protests as you shake the whipped cream bottle in his face. you groan.
"baby please," you plead, leaning on his chest. "i'll wear the matching sweatshirts?"
jay's eyes immediately light up. "you mean the cat and dog ones?" he asks, suddenly animated. you nod, sighing. he smiles and you spray a bit of cream on his nose and he goes cross-eyed looking at it.
"oh my god its so cooooooold!!" jay complains. "it's whipped cream jay," you say, amused.
you laugh and he smiles at you. "i love making you laugh," jay says. you say nothing and instead kiss his nose, getting the whipped cream in the process. you close your eyes and let him wrap his arms around you.
"that was actually kinda sweet," jay admits. you poke his chest. "i told you so!" you tease him. jay rolls his eyes.
"fine fine you were right yn." he twists your hair around his index as he says, blushing, "can we do that again?"
jaeyun
you sigh as you cuddle with jake. he leans his head against yours and the comfortable silence engulfs you both.
"do you like whipped cream?" the question comes out of nowhere and takes you aback. "do you like whipped cream?" you counter smoothly as you trace jake's hand.
"i love it. but i love you more," jake says, smiling at your immediate fluster. "did you have to?" you complain.
"of course i did yn." he gets up and goes to the kitchen. jake comes back with a bottle of whipped cream.
"whaaaat are you doing?" you ask cautiously. jake flashes you a small smirk. "you'll see."
he unbottles it and sprays some cream on his nose. your eyebrows fly up and you stifle a laugh. your boyfriend sprays some on your nose and you give him a look.
"sim jaeyun!" you say playfully, using his full name. jake ignores you and sits in front of you.
"kiss me," he says, holding your hands. "wh-what?" you stutter, surprised.
"kiss me," he echoes. "i want you to rub your nose with mine."
"whipped cream and all?" you ask. jake smiles. "that's part of the charm."
you take a breath before leaning in, your noses brushing, whipped cream melting into each other. you feel jake's soft lips on yours. suddenly he moves and he catches some whipped cream in his mouth. you laugh and do the same.
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you never knew rumors could fly so quickly. the first thing stray kids tells you as you enter is, “have you seen what comes up when you search up lee know?”
“what are you talking about?” you ask flustered, tucking a loose strand of you dark hair behind your ear.
“so, you know how yesterday we went out,” hyunjin begins. you nod, lashes flickering.
“lee know didn’t come back right away,” he says, raising a brow inquisitively. you stare at him blankly, fighting down fiery emotions flaring up in your chest.
“what are you talking about,” you echo again flatly. seungmin snorts. “stop playing dumb yn, everyone knows minho has it soft for you.”
“the hell?” it escapes your lips quickly. seungmin made the conversation turn quickly. everyone stares at you and that’s when you realize lee know isn’t there.
“he was with me,” you mumble, your cheeks turning a vibrant shade of red. “i knew it!” seungmin crows, flashing you an evil smirk.
you flick your fingers at seungmin’s eyes and he ducks. “so what do his lips taste like?” seungmin asks. your mouth falls open and your eyes flash.
“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL–KIM SEUNGMIN!” you shout, whirling around to face him. you cross your arms over your chest, ready to yell at him some more when–
“what’s happening here?” a cool voice asks calmly. you freeze right away.
“nothing,” seungmin and you sing in chorus as you glare at seungmin in the corner of your eyes. he beams at you proudly.
minho gives both you and seungmin the best side-eye ever. “okay,” he says, not convinced. “so have you seen–”
“have i seen all the stuff people are saying about us,” you cut him. felix gives you a shocked expression.
“so you did know!” he accuses you. you shrug, and look at lee know.
“yeah. they think we’re dating,” lee know says casually, running a hand through his hair and you feel like you’re drowning just standing there. a small smirk plays on his lips as he runs his eyes over you.
“alright i think we’ve had enough of minyn minyning,” seungmin interrupts. “minyn?” jisung questions.
“minho plus yn, so minyn,” chan says tiredly, frowning at seungmin. “it’s there, i don’t know, official ship name now?”
“what’s a ship?” jeongin asks.
“it’s when you combine two–” felix begins.
“it’s a boat,” lee know says, his eyes sparkling. “huh?” now everyone turns to stare at him. “what?” he protests.
the next day flies away so quickly you didn’t even have time to blink. you have the day off and soyeon is out, so you decide to swing by your favorite boba shop to start off the day.
“oh my goshhhhh,” a snarky voice remarks behind you. you turn around to face a group of a few girls.
“is that lee know’s girlfriend?” another girl whispers loudly as if you weren’t right there, whipping out her phone to compare you to whatever picture was circling social media.
“he could do sooo much better,” the first girl sneers, tossing her hair, flashing her freshly manicured nails.
“like you’re any better?” you retort, tilting your head back with an air of superiority, hoping the girls would go away. the girls giggle noisily and the first girl steps forward, closer to your seat in the corner. you can smell her strong perfume and fight the urge to sneeze.
“i’m kim hyeon, and all my girls agree that i’d be so much better for lee know,” hyeon says smugly. “and he even said i was cute at a fanmeet,” she adds, a small smile on her face.
when? and i thought he said he only ever liked me… god, i’m so naive. it’s not like i care, right?
“do i look like i came here to hear how much you’re in love with minho?” you sigh, rolling your eyes, turning back to your phone. hyeon mock-gasps.
“actually, i came here to tell you that he’s mine,” hyeon snaps threateningly while all her friends start nodding like puppets.
you widen your eyes. “oh, i didn’t know minho went to you and told you he was yours,” you counter casually as you run a hand through your hair.
hyeon bristles angrily, her lips pursing. “ugh, i don’t get how he even likes you,” she says. “you aren’t even pretty. maybe just decent. like, ugh.” her words cut through your skin like knives and bury themselves into your brain. WHY AM I LETTING HER GET UNDER MY SKIN, you yell at yourself internally. I’M SUPPOSED TO BE STRONGER THAN THIS.
hyeon gives you one last glare as she turns on her heel and flounces off. literally. a few of her friends mouth “ugly” to you before following her.
you roll you eyes, trying to shake off the feeling of how she was kind of right. why did lee know choose you? you weren’t special. you were just a normal person that happened to be stray kids’ makeup artist.
the chances.
“i’m fine,” you say aloud to yourself, tugging at the strings of your sweatshirt, but hyeon’s words rang in your ears.
you’re not even pretty. not even pretty. not. even. pretty. maybe just decent. decent. you’re decent. why does he even like you?
you shake your head. “shut up,” you hiss to yourself, clenching your fists. i’m so weak, you think to yourself as tears start to sting your eyes. you try to blink them away but they persist.
stupid useless overacting emotions why do you exist, you yell at your heart. how could minho love somehow that breaks at the mildest comment?
a quiet sob escapes your lips and you cover your mouth right away. you fumble and bring your phone up to your ear. you hate the way your voice cracks as you speak but you can’t help it. you really aren’t feeling it right now.
‘tw’ - angst, 14+, light swearing, hurting, comfort, fluff at the end
‘word count’ - 0.6 k
‘to get tagged’ - pls reply to the taglist post, this post or just ask me
‘lee’s notes’ - lowercase intended, not proofread, yn is korean (its easier for me to write), it’s okay to cry
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“jagiya–” minho’s voice murmurs softly in your ears, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. you hiccup, stifling a sob, pulling your hood down further, covering your face.
lee know wipes away the tears from your cheeks and takes off your hood. “hey, look at me.” his low voice calms you. minho looks into your eyes, his brown eyes filled with concern.
“what happened, yn?” he asks, taking your hands and rubbing them gently with the palm of his hand.
“it’s stupid,” you mumble. minho raises a brow. “so what, you called me, you’re crying, and you don’t want to tell me anything,” he remarks wryly.
you feel a flicker of energy and say hesitantly, “can you buy me a taro milk tea? please?”
minho snorts and gives you a look. “you’re so lucky you’re cute,” he sighs as he gets up. you flash him a weak smile and a heart and see him flush and look away.
when he comes back he’s holding an iced taro drink and coffee. he hands you yours but before he lets you take it, minho says, “no! we’re going in the car and you’re going to tell me what happened without spilling your drink or tears.”
“that was a one time thing!” you protest, wiping salty tears from your eyes and you obediently follow lee know out.
as you sit in the passenger seat of his car, you brace yourself for a full-on interrogation, but it doesn’t come. instead minho just sits there, quietly sipping his coffee.
“it was because of these girls,” you blurt out suddenly. you feel heat rise up to your cheeks as lee know casts his eyes on you. you swear he’s silently judging you and all chance of being with him has flown out the window. like yesterday.
“they were saying that i didn’t deserve you, that i was ugly, that you looked better with them, that–” you ramble, not pausing to filter your words. “they said that they couldn’t believe how you could love someone like me, someone who’s freaking desperately in love with you but to scared to admit it–” you clamp your mouth shut. “shit.”
“oh?” minho’s eyes fly open but he somehow manages to keep a straight face. you sink farther into your seat, totally most definitely embarrassed.
“mmf,” you mumble, burying your face into your hands. you pretend to be sad again, not even going to try to peek through your fingers. you can feel lee know’s intense gaze and shiver involuntarily.
“so freaking desperately in love,” minho muses coolly, echoing your words. “so you love me, huh?”
“stop trying to make it worse,” you complain into your palms, pouting. “it’s not like it’s ever going to happen,” you add, trying to talk yourself out of it. “i’m not pretty anyway. i just exist and happen to know you.” you almost laugh when you feel tears sting your eyes again.
“shut up,” minho mutters and pulls your hands away from your face to kiss you. the kiss is softer and gentler than any other time he’s kissed you.
“minho–” you mumble into his lips, unable to pull away while your brain is screaming minho minho minho MINHO MINHO MINHO. he’s intoxicating and you can’t stop your mind from thinking about how soft his lips are.
“so are you going to be my girlfriend, yn?” minho asks smugly, running a hand through his hair.
“so mean,” you shoot back. “you’re soooo pretty and then you ask if i can be your girlfriend?” you sigh dramatically.
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jun hangs up on you and lets you face the truth. a bitter laugh forms in the back of your throat as you replay his words in your head.
“i’m breaking up with you.” your hands feel cold as you tug the end of your hoodie string.
that’s so ironic, you think to yourself. feeling hurt feels wrong to you, since you were literally just kinda cheating on jun. you shake your head as you enter the boba shop before feeling a vibration in your pocket.
skz & ynnie
lixie: ynnie if ur at the boba shop
seungminnie: she is
yn: yes ill get you taro milk tea ik its ur favorite
lixie: get two
lixie: ik its ur fav too
lino: can i have smth too?
yn: fiiiiiiiiine
seungminnie: i spy w my little eye smth that starts with s and ends with n
chan: is it–
yn: NO STFU SEUNGMIN
lino: yes
yn: goodbye.
hyunjin: yn can u stay for dinner when u come back?
you leave hyunjin on read as you order the two taro milk teas and a coffee one for minho otherwise he’ll give you grief when you come back.
when you get back you pretend nothing happened even though what jun said still takes up your mind.
“thank you yn!” felix says, flashing his bright smile. he takes the tea and jabs the straw in quickly. minho somehow appears next to you and takes his.
“thanks,” he says, barely audible. he brushes his fingers against your hand and you unwillingly flinch. “hey, you okay?” lee know’s soft tone surprises you.
“i’m fine,” you force, rolling your eyes. seungmin frowns. “are you sure?”
you raise your eyebrows at seungmin. “you’re being suspiciously nice, seungmin.” he shrugs. you groan as all of stray kids appear, their faces worried.
“all right fine. jun broke up with me.”
they all gasp and you don’t see minho’s small smile as his hand skims over your hips. “WHAT,” hyunjin says loudly. “i’m going to–”
“let’s prank him,” seungmin comments mischievously. “you’re not going to do ANYTHING,” you announce sharply as you take a sip of your taro tea. “ugh, i’ll tell you at dinner. soyeon gets to know first,” you say giving them a knowing glance.
“ok i got to go, catch up later?” minho grabs your hand before you leave. “text me so i can take you,” he whispers into your ear. “please yn.” you nod slowly. “okay minho.”
lino: at ur door
the doorbell rings exactly at that moment and you feel your cheeks flush as soyeon winks at you. “let me know how it goes,” she grins. you roll your eyes as you open the door.
“hi.”
“hey.” lee know stares at you, his eyes going up and down your body. your hand stays awkwardly glued to the door as you and minho compete in a staring contest.
“minho, bring yn back in one piece, okay?” soyeon calls, breaking the silence between you two. minho smirks. “got it, soyeon,” he replies as you take his hand and step out.
“are you okay yn?” minho asks as soon as you’re out of the house. “i’m fine, why are you so worried?” you deflect the question, avoiding his eyes. he grabs your chin and makes you look up at him.
“i just want to make sure you’re okay and not like, i don’t know, devastatedly heartbroken or something,” minho responds sharply.
“no, i’m most definitely heartbroken and sobbing inside that’s why i’m going out with you,” you retort sarcastically as lee know starts driving. he sighs. “i’m fine, you know that right?”
“yes,” he says finally. you fall silent for a minute before saying, “aren’t you supposed to be happy i don’t have a boyfriend anymore?”
minho hums the notes of megaverse before replying, “i don’t know, am i?”
“lee minho.” he laughs. “okay fine, i am. a little.” you raise your eyebrows until he admits, “fine i was lying. yes. a lot.”
“i really like you, yn.” you look away and out the window. his fingers stroke yours and you can’t pull away.
