WHEN EYES MEET ── l.mh
synopsis ; after finally getting out of a very toxic relationship you desperately needed a restart. your brother offers you just that, letting you live with him until you can get back on your feet. when you get all moved in christopher throws a little get-together, or as he would call it, a celebration for you leaving the asshole of an ex. meeting your brother's friends again after so many years was a little nerve-racking but once you see them all walk through the door with wide smiles and open arms it all disappears until your childhood crush comes walking through the door with a little girl on his hip.
pairing(s) ; minho x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 6.6k ☆ ── genre ; dad!minho, fluff, humor, romance, a tinge of angst ☆ ── tw. ; light cursing, mentions of a toxic relationship, mentions of abuse, small mention of blood, talk of unwanted pregnancy, drinking, tooth-rotting fluff, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; YIPPIEEEE MY FIRST OFFICIAL SKZ FIC!!! starting off strong with girl dad minho 😻 my presious heart can't takethe cuteness and I'm a firm believer that he is girl dad coded 🙂↕️ but I hope you all enjoy, MWAHHH 🖤
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You flopped down on your brother's couch with a huff, wiping some of the sweat off your brow. You guys had spent a majority of the day moving all of your stuff out of your apartment, well, mostly you taking everything and getting out while your ex was gone. Thankful that he hadn’t decided to come back early, not really wanting to bail your brother out of jail for getting into a fight.
Chris then walked into the living room with two cups of water and took the empty space next to you. “You okay?” His voice was soft as he handed one of the glasses to you.
With a nod, you took the drink, downing half of it before wiping your lips. A laugh left your brother’s lips, causing you to glare at him. “I was thirsty, leave me alone.” You bumped your shoulder against his before gazing out the window, worry and fear etched in your veins.
“He can’t get you anymore,” The dark-haired male next to you said, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Chris took in your glistening eyes when you turned your head to look at him, causing his heart to lurch. He never truly knew what your ex had put you through, but when you showed up on his doorstep a few days ago, covered in bruises and blood, he knew he needed to put an end to it. You still refused to talk about that night or the extent of what he used to do to you, but he wasn’t going to push either.
He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on his lips when you held your pinky out to him, “promise?” Your voice was shaky, a clear sign that you were holding back tears.
“Promise.” Chris linked his pinky with yours, pressing the pad of his thumb to yours, sealing the words.
That’s when the tears finally spilled past your eyelids, all of the emotions you have been holding in for the past few days coming out in your sobs. Chris was quick to pull you into his body, wrapping you in his warmth, letting you cry until your heart's content. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed your brother, his soft touches and playful personality. It left you feeling guilty knowing that you had pushed him away because of your ex—you let someone drive you apart despite your childhood promise of never leaving each other's sides. Yet you were the first to leave. It made you cry even harder, clutching onto Chris’s shirt, scared that if you were to let go, he would just disappear.
After you had finally cried everything out, you lay against your brother, the room filling with a comfortable silence. A few moments later, Chris shifted, causing you to sit up. He reached forward to wipe a few stray tears that were stuck under your eyes before planting a kiss on your forehead.
“Come on, let's get you to bed.” He stood from the couch, then turned to you, holding a hand out.
Placing your smaller hand into his, he pulled you to your feet before letting you lead the way to the stairs.
Once you made it to your room, you stood in the middle of the room, still unsure how to feel. Noticing your slight discomfort, he walked forward, rustling a hand in your hair, “Give it some time, pipsqueak, you’ll get there.”
You let out a deep sigh before nodding, you knew he was right, this wasn’t going to be something that you just got used to overnight. Though you were going to try your best. Walking over to the unmade bed, you sat down on the edge, looking at the picture you had sitting on your nightstand.
It was of you and Chris just before you had met your ex. You had come home from college for a break, so Chris decided to drag you out to the arcade they had just reopened. Chris had managed to win you the giant dragon plush that you had been eyeing the whole day, and when he gave it to you, he could have sworn you had won the lottery.
You smile fondly as you reach out to grab the frame, fingers running over the cracked glass. Your ex had tossed a bunch of your stuff, especially the things that were tied to your brother. You, however, fought like hell with him over this photo, which resulted in him cracking the picture frame in the process.
“Get some sleep, I’ll be right across the hall if you need anything.” Your brother’s voice startled you, seeing as you had almost completely forgotten he was still in the room. You looked over at him with a small smile, nodding your head.
However, your nerves spiked as soon as he walked out of the room, leaving the door cracked. Your hands were shaking slightly as you placed the photo back on your nightstand. Thinking maybe a shower would help you relax, you stood from the bed, gathering the things you needed before heading to the bathroom.
The shower seemed to help a little bit, until you were lying on your bed after turning the lights out. You lay on your side, facing the picture, hoping that it would give you some peace to try and sleep. However, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t fall asleep. Tossing and turning until you were sure your hair looked like a bird nest. Biting the inside of your lip to the point that it was swollen.
Giving up, you lie on your back, staring at the white ceiling above you. Then your brother popped into your head. Though you didn’t want to bother him, you knew he would give you the comfort you were seeking.
So you tossed the blankets off your body before making your way out of your room. Walking quietly, not making a sound, a habit you’ve picked up from having to walk on eggshells around your ex. When you got to Chris’s door, you noticed that he had left it cracked, and you could see light seeping out of the seam.
Knocking softly, you pushed the door open, peaking your head in to see him lying on his bed, phone in hand. His eyes flicker up to you when he notices the door opening, he knew why you were here and quite frankly he had been waiting for you to make your way into his room. Hitting the power button on his phone, he set it aside, giving you his undivided attention.
You encased your body with your arms, eyes looking anywhere but his, feeling a bit embarrassed now that you stood here. Your bottom lip was once again trapped between your teeth, chewing on the irritated skin.
“Come here.” Chris’s tone was sweet as he moved back in his bed, making room for you before holding the blankets open. Tears unintentionally brimmed in your eyes as you shuffled over to your brother's bed, climbing into his blankets.
You wrapped your arms around his midsection before snuggling your face in the crook of his neck, his warmth instantly relaxing you. Once you were comfortable, Chris let the blankets drop, covering both of you. He said a quick good night before placing a kiss on the top of your head.
Not even five minutes later, you were fast asleep, small snores escaping your parted lips, making Chris chuckle before closing his eyes to sleep.
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“Okay, so let me get this straight…” You leaned against the counter opposite Chris, who had just revealed a plan he had, “You want to throw a party—”
“A get-together, there’s a difference.” Chris interrupted you with a pointed look, causing you to roll your eyes.
“You want to have a ‘get-together’ in honor of me leaving my ex?” You made sure to emphasize the ‘get-together’ part while raising your eyebrow. Chris just looked at you with a wide smile and nodded his head as if you had just acknowledged he passed a huge test.
You looked away apprehensively; you couldn’t tell your brother no, not with that huge smile on his face. So, taking a second to think, you nodded and looked back over at him, “Who’s gonna be here?” You were mainly worried about who was going to be invited rather than the party itself; you weren’t too sure about being around so many people at once after everything.
“Just the boys, I swear, and possibly Min's sister.” Chris informed you, and you just nodded softly, “They were super excited when I told them about it.”
Your tongue jutted out, wetting your lips as you looked around the kitchen. It’s not like you weren’t excited to see the boys you had grown up with; it’s just you weren’t really sure how they'd feel after you left them hanging for so many years.
That little voice in the back of your head was telling you that they didn’t want to see you, that they would find any and every reason not to come, and you wouldn’t blame them. You would only blame yourself for your actions, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less, though.
“Y/n.” Chris called out to you, placing a hand on your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. His face held nothing short of concern as he looked down at you, “We don’t have to, I can tell the guys another time, and we can just chill here and watch movies or whatever.” He knew that it would probably trigger your anxiety, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
You looked up at him with wide eyes, you appreciate your brother so much, but as much as you would love to take him up on his offer you knew you’d have to face the boys sooner or later. So quickly shaking your head, you told Chris that it was fine and that you would love to see them again. Now that wasn’t all a complete lie; you were excited to see them after so long, but you were also nervous.
A bright smile erupted on Chris’s face, causing your heart to jolt. You had almost forgotten how happy he got when you agreed to any of his ideas. Though most would get you in trouble when you were younger. That didn’t stop either of you from doing it again, so it was safe to say that your parents were always kept on their toes.
“Don’t worry too much about it, pipsqueak, we’ll just do something small,” Chris reassured you, and he reached forward to ruffle your hair, but you smacked his hand away. “How does ordering in and watching movies sound?”
You couldn’t help but smile as you nodded, remembering all of the times the five of you would build pillow forts in the living room for movie nights. Jisung would always get a little too excited and knock down one of the walls before sheepishly apologizing while trying to desperately fix it, only to further destroy your imaginary castle. All of the boys would tease him while you sat to the side with a wide smile, watching with an endearing gaze.
Though there was one movie night that would forever be etched into your brain, the night that you realized that you had feelings for one of your brother's best friends. It was your sophomore year of high school, and it was a weekend when all of you guys weren’t busy with work or school, so you decided to plan one of your loved movie nights. Minho was the first to show up, and being the gentleman he was, he helped your mom finish dinner while you were in the shower, and Chris finished up the round on his game.
When you had finished getting around, you made your way downstairs and walked into the kitchen to ask your mom when dinner would be done. However, you were met by Minho standing over a pot, mixing the contents. His blonde hair was slicked back, while a few loose strands framed his face. You watched how his muscles flexed under the sleeve of his shirt before watching him cook. There was something so domestic about it, something that finally made you realize that maybe you were falling for your brother’s best friend.
He turned his head and flashed you his signature, charming smile, which always made you weak in the knees.
“Dinner's almost done. Why don’t you set the table, bug?” He suggested as he moved back a little bit to turn the stove off. While you stood there staring for a few moments longer before Jisung walked into the room, loudly greeting you and Minho. He swung his arm around your shoulder, to which you groaned and pushed his arm off, jabbing his side with your finger.
You quickly set the table just like Minho had requested, and when he brought the pot of food over, he smiled widely.
Your eyes went wide when he placed his hand on top of your head, “Good job, bug.” It was the twinkle in his eyes when he smiled at you that confirmed it. You were in love with your brother’s best friend.
“Hey pipsqueak… earth to y/n.” Chris waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your reminiscing. Heat rushed up your neck, dusting your cheeks a light shade of red, realizing you had been caught daydreaming. “There she is.” Your brother chuckled as he took a step back, “What were you thinking so hard about?” There was a teasing undertone in his words that made you squint at him.
“I was just remembering all of the times we used to have movie nights.” You rolled your eyes before standing from the barstool with a yawn, “When are we doing this?”
“I told them Saturday afternoon,” You nodded at his words, stretching your arms above your head, letting out a small groan before letting them drop back to your sides.
“Cool, so I have time to take a nap.” You covered another yawn before heading towards the entryway of the kitchen.
“You do realize it's three in the afternoon, right?” Chris raised an eyebrow, pointing to the clock that was hanging on one of the walls in the kitchen. You just glanced at it before shrugging and walking off, but not missing his small ‘weirdo’.
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You sat on the barstool with a glass of wine your mother had brought over the other day, watching as Chris laid out all of the takeout that had just been delivered, making sure everything was there. However, you couldn’t help noticing there was an extra box, far too small to be one of the guys. Before you could question your brother, you heard the doorbell ring.
“That’s probably the guys,” Chris told you as he wiped his hands off before making a beeline for the door. You stayed put, looking down at the crimson liquid that swirled around in your glass, trying to gain some confidence to face your childhood friends.
Deciding that it would just be best to rip the bandaid off in one swift go, you just stood, downing the rest of the wine. Walking to the entrance of the kitchen, you could hear their voices a little more clearly.
“Where’s Minho?” You heard your brother’s voice before another, familiar voice followed.
“He should be here soon, Minji was being difficult, I guess.” Seungmin shrugged his shoulders before looking around, trying to find any sign of you, but you had stopped dead in your tracks at the mention of another girl. Someone with Minho, nonetheless.
Did Chris really forget about your feelings for Minho, or did he think you finally got over him? Also, why hadn’t he told you that Minho was bringing someone with him? Is that why there was another container of food? So many questions rushed through your mind at once, making your head hurt.
You rubbed your temples, half tempted to just run off to your room and say screw it, but they were already here, and it wouldn’t be fair to the boys. So you shook off the feeling before putting on a brave face.
As soon as you rounded the corner, arms wrapped around your smaller frame, causing you to let out a small sound of surprise. The familiar scent of his cologne had your body relax in an instant, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer.
“Hey, Ji.” Tears involuntarily filled your eyes as his warmth surrounded you. If there was anyone besides your brother that you felt instant comfort in their hugs, it would be Jisung. He always managed to spill all of his emotions in just a simple gesture, no words needed.
“Hey, pipsqueak.” Jisung pulled away from you, hands holding you at a distance so he could look over you. His eyes scrunched a little at the still-healing cuts that were on your face and jaw, wanting nothing more than to beat your ex into the next life and then some.
Noticing where his gaze was, you smiled softly, “I’m okay, don’t worry.” Your words seemed to have reassured the boy a bit, but before he could open his mouth, a black-haired male came into view.
“Quit hogging Jisung,” Seungmin hissed before bumping the older male out of the way. Once Jisung was out of the way, Seungmin smiled down at you, his canines poking out from under his lip. You couldn’t help but laugh as you saw Jisung grumbling off to the side before you opened your arms, offering Seungmin a hug. He was quick to wrap his arms around you, pulling you close, scared that if he let go, you would disappear. His chin rested on top of your head as you hummed contentedly.
A cough interrupted your hug, causing Seungmin to pull away, looking over at your brother, who stood there with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest.
“What? We all know we won’t get a chance once Minho shows up.” Seungmin rolled his eyes, but his words caused your face to heat up. Out of all of the boys, Seungmin had been the first to figure out your feelings for Minho. Though his words did confuse you, because why would Minho focus on you when he was bringing a girl with him?
Just then, another knock was heard at the door, and your heart dropped; it was Minho. That’s the only person it could be, seeing as everyone else was already here. Seungmin moved to stand next to you while Chris opened the door, revealing the tall, dark-haired male, and a… little girl.
“Hey, sorry we’re late, someone couldn't pick a bow.” Minho teased the child on his hip, causing her to burst out in giggles. The sound alone made a smile creep onto your lips, but who was she? His daughter? You then suddenly felt sick at the thought. If she were his daughter, that could only mean that he was with her mother.
Your mind swirled, and you didn’t even notice Chris’ gaze on you, worry gleaming in his eyes as he watched your face fall. But just as soon as it was there, it was gone, and a smile spread on your lips.
Minho’s eyes then landed on you, a smile pulling on the corner of his mouth, his eyes holding that same twinkle from years ago.
“Hey, bug.” There it was, that same little nickname he has called you since fourth grade. Your heart fluttered as you waved at him before your eyes flickered over to the little girl. Minho placed the girl down on her feet, where she latched herself to the male's leg, eyes looking up at you in curiosity. “This is Minji, my daughter.”
You swallowed thickly, but continued to smile nonetheless, bending down so you were a little closer to the little girl’s height. “Hi Minji, I’m y/n, your dad’s friend.”
Minho couldn’t help but feel his heart drop a little when you so easily said ‘friend’, but the word seemed to have comforted his daughter enough for her to move towards you. She walked forward until she stood in front of you.
“You’re really pretty, it’s no wonder why Daddy talks about you all the time,” Minji spoke clearly while playing with her fingers; however, her words nearly choked both you and Minho while the other boys stifled laughs.
“Oh, um… thank you, Minji. You’re very pretty as well.” You gave her a soft smile besides the raging red that colored your skin.
Minji smiled widely before grabbing your hand to pull you somewhere, “Uncle Chris, we’re gonna go color!” The little girl announced before dragging you off into the living room to pull out her stash of coloring books and crayons.
The boys stood there with an adoring gaze as you and Minji started talking about her week at school and how nice her teachers were. Chris then turned to look at Minho, noticing the small smile that was tugging on his lips. He walked over and clapped the younger male on the shoulder.
“Just go slow, she’s been through a lot.” That’s all he said before walking into the living room, “Now where’s my coloring page at Min?” He crouched down in front of you two, and the little girl quickly grabbed a book and picked a page out for your brother.
Minho hadn’t thought that you felt the same as him, at least not anymore, but Chris’s words still ring in his ears. Jisung was soon to follow after Chris and loudly complained about being hungry, which resulted in a fit of laughter from Minji’s lips.
Seungmin looked over at his older friend, who seemed to be lost in thought, “Don’t overthink it, man, just let it flow naturally.” And Minho nodded, because he was right, all he could do was see where the night takes you guys.
—
After you all finished dinner, everyone decided that it was movie time. Picking something was relatively easy, but the seating arrangement was another story. Minji grabbed a throw blanket before completely dodging Minho, who was reaching out for her, and climbed her way onto your lap. You couldn’t help but giggle at the look that fell upon Minho’s face at his daughter's betrayal.
“Aww, Minji, I think you hurt your dad’s feelings.” You told the little girl who was too busy unfolding the blanket to really care.
Her boba eyes looked over at Minho, “Sorry, Daddy.” She apologized before snuggling into you the moment she was able to cover you both with the blanket. Your lips curled inward to keep from laughing as Minho’s wide eyes stared at Minji. He then looked up, meeting your eyes.
“You’ve done stole my kid.” His tone was one of faux hurt, causing you to laugh softly, shrugging your shoulders.
“Not my fault, she likes me more.” Your words only had Minho rolling his eyes playfully before you got comfortable and watched the movie.
Not even halfway through the movie, Minji had fallen asleep in your lap, her hand wrapped around your finger tightly. You were also on the verge of falling asleep, eyes dropping as you lay your head in your hand that was propped up on the arm of the couch.
Minho glanced away from the TV for a split second, looking over at you two, his heart swelling. His daughter was never one to trust so easily, especially another woman, so seeing her warm up to you so quickly was a pleasant surprise. He smiled fondly as he watched your eyes fall closed, your lips parted slightly as you fell asleep.
“Are you gonna tell her about Minji’s mom?” Jisung’s sudden question caught all of the guys by surprise and they all looked over at him with wide eyes, “she thinks you’re with someone Minho, you could see it on her face the moment you walked in with Minji.”
There was one thing that the boys hated the most, which was those rare moments where Jisung got a little too serious and started giving out straight facts. Chris and Seungmin knew he was right; they had seen the way your face fell for a split second before you covered it. Minho, however, didn’t know exactly what he meant.
“What are you talking about?” Minho’s eyes flickered over to you and Minji. Had you really been worried that he was with someone? He could admit that it was a reasonable thought, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.
“She still likes you, Minho,” Chris said flatly as his eyes went back to the forgotten movie. Chris knew you like the back of his hand, even after the years of barely seeing each other, he still knew you. He knew that deep down, you still harbored that same undying love for Minho, whether you’d admit it or not.
Minho looked at Chris surprised, did you really still feel the same after all these years? Though now he couldn’t be sure that you’d want a relationship with him, not after all of the hell you went through. That and he came with more commitment than normal.
Glancing over, Chris caught Minho’s gaze on you, how his eyes twinkled when he looked at you, the same way they have always done. He could see the longing in his eyes, knowing that you were so close yet so far away. He sighed before shifting on the couch, growing a little tired himself.
“Just don’t fuck it up this time.” Chris’s words struck Minho hard; he knew that he had screwed up when he was younger. In his hopes of letting you down easy, he only shattered your heart into pieces. It’s not like he didn’t feel the same, but the fact that you were both leaving for college, and he didn’t think he could handle the distance. However, now that he had another chance, even if it was very slim, he was going to take it. This time, he was going to win you over in the end.
After the move was over, it was pretty late, so the guys decided to wrap it up, seeing as everyone was getting tired, well, besides you and Minji, who were still passed out. Jisung and Seungmin were the first to leave, quickly bidding Chris and Minho bye before walking out the door. Chris walked into the kitchen to clean things up before heading to bed, while Minho worked on trying to get Minji out of your lap.
“C’mon, baby girl, we gotta go home.” His voice was soft as he tried to coax the little girl awake, but she wouldn’t budge, jerking away from Minho, which caused him to stumble forward. Thankfully, he was able to catch himself on the back of the couch, but the movement had woken you up. Opening your eyes, you were met with Minho’s face barely inches away from your own.
Neither of you said a word, eyes conveying enough for both of you to know. You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes once more. You wanted nothing more than to lean forward and connect your lips to his, but you knew you shouldn’t, not when he had to go back home with Minji to her mother, his girlfriend—possibly wife. The word left a bitter taste in your mouth, your stomach turning.
“I’m sorry, she kinda just pulled me forward.” Minho apologized lowly, his breath fanning your face, leaving a chill to go down your spine.
You just nodded, curling your lips inward, “It’s okay, are you guys leaving?” You asked as Minho shifted away from you, standing back on his feet. He nodded, watching as you bit at your bottom lip, a habit you’ve had for as long as he remembered, and wanting nothing more than to kiss you to get you to stop.
“Yeah, it’s getting late.” He looked over at the clock on the wall once more, as much as he would love to spend more time with you, he knew he needed to get Minji home and in her bed otherwise she’d raise hell tomorrow.
You shifted a little, moving the girl so Minho could pick her up. She protested with a whine until she was fully in Minho’s arms. Once she was settled on his shoulder, he turned back to you, only to find you avoiding his gaze, abusing the irritated skin on your lip once more.
“Hey, we’re gonna be going to the park tomorrow, do you want to join?” He extended the offer to you, hoping you would take it, so he could have an actual chance to talk to you. Your eyes flickered up to his, eyebrows scrunched together. Why would he ask that? Wouldn’t her mother be there?
“What about her mom? I don’t think she’d be comfortable with me there.” The words tumbled from your lips before you even had a chance to stop them, face burning red.
Minho looked down at you with wide eyes. The boys hadn’t been lying when they said you thought he was with Minji’s mother. He licked his lips before looking off to the side. The topic of Minji’s mother wasn’t one he liked to bring up very often, but he knew he had to with you, or he’d lose his chance entirely.
“She’s…” Minho cleared his throat before meeting your eyes once more, “she’s not in the picture, it’s just Minji and I.”
It was your turn to look at him with wide eyes, embarrassment creeping into your gut. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it's okay, but please come tomorrow, I can explain everything then.” He begged, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter, his pleading with you to agree. So you did, you agreed with a nod, and Minho couldn’t help but smile. However, you had pulled your lip between your teeth once more, but this time he reached forward, cupping your face and using his thumb to pull your lip away from the assault it was receiving, “And please stop biting your lip.” His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making your heart hammer in your chest as you looked up at him, sure that your face resembled a tomato right now. Realizing what he just did, Minho pulled away, a nervous smile adorning his features. “I’ll see you tomorrow y/n.”
Hearing your name fall from his lips like honey was making your brain mushy, so all you could do was nod and watch as he walked out of the house, Minji fast asleep on his shoulder.
Chris walked back into the living room after seeing the two out, only to find you zoned out on the couch, “You okay over there, pipsqueak?”
He watched in amusement as you nearly jumped out of your skin at his voice before you told him you were fine before rushing off to your room, the earlier scenes replaying in your head.
Though in truth, Chris knew you weren’t—in a good way, of course—not okay at all. He shook his head to himself as he turned the lights off before making his way to his bedroom for the night.
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The next morning, you woke up groggy, having not gotten much sleep the night before. However, you weren’t about to let that stop you, so you got out of bed and started getting around, not truly knowing what time you were supposed to be there.
Just as you finished doing your hair, your phone dinged on the counter, and when you picked it up, you noticed an unknown number. A sense of dread filled you as you feared the worst when you opened the message, but relief flooded you as you read the message.
‘Chris gave me your number, but we’ll be at the park around noon.’
A silly smile tugged on your lips as you sent a quick ‘okay, see you soon’ before turning your phone off. Sitting it back on the counter, you looked back up to check your makeup one last time, only to have your soul nearly snatched out of your body when you saw Chris’s reflection behind you.
“My lord Chris! Announce yourself for fuck sakes.” You turned and chucked one of your beauty blenders at him, hitting him square in the forehead. He burst out laughing, and you couldn’t help but join in, a hand on your chest trying to calm your racing heart.
“Sorry, sorry, you just look so cute smiling like a love-sick puppy.” He teased, causing you to glare at him.
“Go away, Chris,” You pouted, but he didn’t move an inch, and you narrowed your eyes at him once more, “Go.”
“This is my house, you can’t kick me out of my bathroom!” He exclaimed, a playful smile on his lips as you marched up to him, pushing him out of the doorway.
“Don’t care, go away.” With that, you shut the door in his face, and he just chuckled, shaking his head. He was happy to see you finally gain back that smile that he loved seeing so much; he only hoped it was here for the long run.
You pulled up to the park a few minutes before noon, looking around, trying to spot Minho and Minji. Your hand came up to shield your eyes from the harsh rays of sunlight so you could see. Though you didn’t see them anywhere, maybe you showed up a bit too early…
Minho walked into the park with Minji’s hand in his, his eyes searching everywhere for your figure. When he did see you, he had to stop in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat. There you stood, a few feet away, a purple floral dress wrapped around your body perfectly, the wind making the skirt sway softly. The light shining behind you made you look like an angel in his eyes; you were breathtaking.
“Y/N!” Minji exclaimed, slipping from her father’s grasp to run up to you as you turned to face her. A smile crept onto your lips as you greeted the young girl, asking where her father was, to which she pointed behind her to the man who was still frozen in place.
As soon as your eyes met his, Minho could feel his heart pound against his ribcage, a lump in his throat. You grabbed Minji’s hand and walked over to Minho, a smile adorning your features still, and he could have sworn he had died and gone to heaven.
“Hi.” You greeted the male while Minji swung your joined hands, singing a tune stuck in her head.
“Hi.” Minho smiled sheepishly before looking you over for the nth time, “You look good.”
Your face heated up, “thank you… You don’t look too bad yourself.” You laughed softly, which only caused Minho to laugh as well, until Minji was tugging on your hand.
“Come on, I wanna go play on the playground!” She exclaimed before tugging on your hand harder, causing you to giggle before nodding.
“Alright, alright, let’s go.” You nodded before motioning for Minho to follow, which he did.
Once you and Minho had the blanket situated under a tree, Minji took off to the playset, while you and Minho sat down. The tree blocked you both from the harsh rays of sunlight, the wind blew softly, while the birds sang above you.
The silence was comfortable between the two as you watched Minji play with all of the toys, but Minho knew he would have to break it at some point. So he swallowed thickly before releasing a deep breath, which caught your attention.
“About Minji’s mom, it was an accident that wasn’t meant to happen. We were just getting to know each other and had a few too many drinks.” His eyes averted yours, but you just let him continue, “When we found out she was pregnant, she wanted to get an abortion, but I begged her to think it over. I knew I had no right to her body, so the decision in the end was hers, but she ended up keeping the baby.” Your eyes studied his face, watching all of the emotions that flickered there. “But we fought constantly, like there wasn’t a day that went by that we didn’t argue, and it drove me up a wall, but I stayed for Minji.”
You felt your gut wrench while he spoke, all of the pain in his voice and how defeated he sounded. You wanted nothing more than to take that pain away, but you knew it was all in the past and that there wasn’t anything you could do.
“We actually fought about you, ironically.” His words caught you off guard, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Me?”
“Yeah… I was always wondering how you were doing, if you were doing okay, she would always berate me about how I didn’t love her at all or how if I could I would leave her for you, but it became worse when you dropped off the face of the earth,” You felt guilty as his words sunk into your soul, not only were you hurting him, but also his relationship. Seeing the thoughts go through your head Minho reached out, grabbing your hand in his, “don’t blame yourself, bug, none of it was your fault. She was right about a few things, though. I didn’t love her; there was no love in our relationship; it was just coexisting until the baby was born.”
You glanced over at Minji, who was talking to another little girl, a huge smile on her lips. “What happened after Minji was born?”
Minho followed your gaze, landing on his daughter, “After we got back home, I woke up one morning, and there was no sign of her anywhere.”
Your eyes went wide as you looked over at him. “Please tell me you went to court and got her guardianship revoked.”
Minho couldn’t help but laugh at your statement, but nodded nonetheless, “I did with the guy's help, Yeji was actually my lawyer, and we both know how she is.” You giggled at the mention of Seungmin’s older sister; she was always a persistent one.
“But that brings me to her other point.” Your head tilted at his words, not entirely sure what he meant, “that I probably would have left her for you if there wasn’t a baby involved.” Your heartbeat started to accelerate as he met your eyes, “but now it’s different, and I want to try, I want to give us a try bug.” His voice was pleading as well as his eyes, and the hand holding yours was shaking.
You couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness and excitement at his words. A wide smile pulled on your lips as you clasped your fingers around his hand, bringing it to your lips, pressing a light kiss on the inside of his wrist, causing his heart to swell.
“I’d want nothing more, Minho.” Your words sung loudly in his ears, a smile almost as bright as the sun adorning his face as you watch in adoration.
He then moved forward, cupping your face in his hands, eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips. “Can I kiss you?” A simple nod from you was all he needed before his lips met yours.
The kiss was sweet, but so full of need, of want, of longing, of promise, and you melted into him, sealing that nonverbal promise.
☆ ── special notes ; PAUSE!!! if you have read this before, that would be because this is a revamped vers of another fic (those eyes) from my old blog (@/wwooyology); I am the same writer!!!
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