❪ 私たちの春 ❫ hurt/comfort est. rs minchan x f!reader 1492 cw ノ long distance, minchan may be a little depressed, crying, suppressing emotions, kissing, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ oh the minchan hiatus.... i swear he's competing for longest kpop idol hiatus and i am not cheering him on anymore. pls come back WE MISS U MINCHANNNN / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Minchan doesn't know why he's been holding back his tears all day, or why everything seems so unreasonably heavy. The feeling seems to have sprung up randomly, triggered by nothing in particular. The day started as usual, productively checking off the boxes of his routine and distracting himself from thinking about your obvious absence. It's been fairly successful. He's convinced himself he has gone all day without missing you, although deep down he knows that is a lie.
You are there in nearly every thought and movement, perhaps to make up for the lack of your physical presence. He thinks of you when he sips his freshly brewed coffee first thing after waking up. It never tastes as good as when you make it. You nearly escape his mind completely during his morning shower… until he spots your shampoo on the shelf and switches it out for his own after a few seconds of deliberation. He's allowed that much, right? You won't be using it for a while and you probably won't even notice when you're back. He just wants to smell like you for today. Maybe that'll make the ache of longing hurt less.
It doesn't. In fact, it only makes it worse.
He almost texts you before heading out for meetings before reminding himself that you're probably swamped right now. Too busy to respond even if he did. And he repeats that reminder throughout the day, every time his fingers twitch over your contact. Because your work and focus is so important, and he doesn't want to be a distraction to you. He's able to hold back until after his evening workout, at which point he finally does send the text. Just a quick check-in: how was your day?
He doesn't expect a response immediately and he doesn't get one. Normally he wouldn't dwell on the silence from your end. You always reply when you get a moment of free time. But tonight he doesn't have the will to tell himself to be patient—to tell his brain that those 3 dots signalling that you're typing will pop up soon enough—he wants them now. It doesn't help with the well of emotions in his stomach that decides to surge to the point of being impossible to ignore. His throat feels like it's burning all of a sudden and he has to swallow hard and blink a few times to stop himself from breaking. He's not used to this. Not used to failing to contain it.
Minchan is a happy person. Fun and energetic and goofy. Everyone loves him for it, and he loves himself for those characteristics just as much. But today they feel unreachable. Almost foreign. He doesn't know why, but he just wishes you were here. Whatever he's feeling… you'd definitely help with it.
He can't remember if you've ever seen him cry, which is probably strange for your four year relationship. It must have happened at some point, but it definitely wasn't this broken, uncontrollable, prickly sort of emotion that makes Minchan almost nauseous the more he suppresses it. If he cried in your presence in the past, it could have only been happy tears. Not this.
When he thinks of you and him he's glad that his brain can only supply endless moments of laughter and joy and love. Flashes of kisses you've shared, of inside jokes, of loving stares, of nights spent together. It distracts him for a moment before he's brought back to the present moment. The loneliness has been growing all day, and it finally manages to consume him. He sniffs.
He's hid this part of himself well in the past. Even from himself. Ignored it and trampled it until he could forget about it most days. And he really can. Most days. Clearly not today. The distance between you two does nothing to help with it. It isn't the source of his pain, but he can feel it weighing on him and making everything feel a bit more overwhelming. That part sucks, especially because he knows you won't be getting back for another week.
Three weeks away used to feel like no big deal. There would, of course, be the endless I miss you's over facetime calls, but throughout the day, Minchan never felt sad. Not enough to cry, at least. The distance always sucked, but it was bearable. He was always one to focus on your return, not drown in how the solitude crushed him. But today, it all feels a bit too much.
He wishes you weren't thousands of miles away right now. He wishes he could feel proud of the things he accomplished today instead of an emptiness inside that sucks all the joy away. He wishes he could focus on the happy things instead of how much he hates himself right now. Hates that he feels so incomplete when you're gone. He wishes he was holding you right now instead of hugging your favourite throw pillow on the couch and letting his tears soak into the fabric. He feels pathetic.
He scrambles to his feet as quickly as possible and opens the door a second later. You're beaming at him like tonight is the best night of your life. He can only stand frozen in the doorway and stare at you. His eyes soften and soak you in. Two weeks has felt like fucking forever.
Your smile drops quickly and suddenly. Minchan almost panics before he remembers he was just crying seconds ago, and you can definitely tell. He's silent as you step inside and cup his face.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" you ask. Your voice is so soft. So sweet. You love him so much that it hurts.
Minchan shakes his head, cheek leaning into your palm. Your thumb strokes away some of his tear stains. He sniffs the lingering stuffiness away and takes a few breaths. You're here and everything feels okay again.
You pull him to the couch, hoping you can coax the reason he was crying out of him, because you're still alarmed at the sight. It's rare for you to be the one comforting him. It's always been the other way around. You've always cried easily. Minchan's arms were always your safe spot. You can't count how many hours he's held you while you cried until there were no tears left. He's always been so patient and understanding and comforting. And he always makes you laugh so easily, even if you've just been sobbing.
You don't know if you'll be able to do the same for him, but you hope so. You never want Minchan to be anything but happy.
"Why were you crying? You never cry," you start, squeezing his hand. He is silent, eyes still looking at you intently. You hum in a questioning lilt, hoping that he'll answer you. In a way, he does. Just not with words.
He kisses you like a man who has waited two years instead of two weeks, and you fall onto the couch as you kiss him back. He probably pushed you down. Or maybe you fell on your own. Either way, he's on top of you now (which is exactly where you like him to be), holding himself up with a supporting hand by your head and letting his lips memorize your taste. Your hands wander—to his arms and then his back and then his waist—unsure of where they want to settle but with each place trying to get him closer to you as you kiss him harder. You also missed him, more than usual, you think. You also needed this like oxygen.
When he pulls back, breathless and reluctant, you finally see that smile you've been missing. You grin at him, and he grins back, eyes filled with warmth as they disappear into crescents. He can't help but press a few more kisses to your face, tracing a path from your forehead to your neck. He settles there, letting his head rest on your shoulder and his body weight relax onto yours. You don't mind. His closeness is everything you could have asked for.
"Missed you," you tell him, ruffling his hair and breathing him in.
"Missed you," he says back, earnestly and a bit raw. "So much."
He still hasn't asked how you're even back a week early (or how you knew how desperately he needed to see you), but it feels unimportant right now. He just wants to hold you, maybe fall asleep right here on top of you. But that would probably be uncomfortable for you after ten minutes, so he decides he'll carry you to bed and tuck you in under the warm blankets instead. Just only after he's done with this. Because you both need it.
order 031, anon: small honey milk tea with regular tapioca pearls for verivery's Yeonho
warning: mentions of scary thunder and some angst in the beginning, but thats all :]
summary: bestfriend!roommate!Yeonho comforts and confesses to (gn)reader as they cuddle to get through a stormy night
barista 🥛's note: i miss verivery and Yeonho so much T.T look at him in that photo! i actually miss them sm i might cry.. i need to go watch some vids of them today :c
crackle. boom. hiss.
you hate now the thunder sounds like an evil monster growling, the way the lightning looks like an alien is about to abduct you, and the way the rain is thrown onto your windows. it leaves you in the position you're in now: under the blankets, cowering down with your hands over your ears. you quietly hum to keep the sound away, but it isnt of much use.
Yeonho, just in his room next door, notices you've gone extremely quiet since the thunder hit. he gets worried and opens his door, quietly padding over to your room.
knock knock.
"y/n, can i come in?" he asks, sweetly.
you nod, then realize he can't see you, so you give him a verbal affirmation to come in.
when he finds you as a lump under your sheets, he immediately rushes forwards and pulls everything away, revealing you in your shaking state.
"y/n? is everything okay?!" he asks, worried.
"i-i'm scared.." you stutter in a hushed tone.
the thunder growls again and you flinch.
Yeonho has a worried expression on his face as he reaches to shut your curtains. he then finds your earphones on your desk, connects them to your phone, removes your hands from your ears, replaces them with the earbuds and starts to play one of your comfort songs.
"hey," Yeonho says, after removing one of your earbuds.
"is it okay if i get on your bed with you and hold you?" he asks.
you slowly nod, feeling like you're in a dream when Yeonho cafefully climbs on your bed, shifts so he's behind you and helps you lay beside him. he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close; your back is against his chest. once again, you place both earbuds in your ears and block out the thunder, and Yeonho's hums as he sings along to the faint sound of your music.
you look down and see Yeonho's hands, one of them drawing circles at your hip. suddenly, your calmed heart starts racing again as you realize that Yeonho, your roommate and literal crush is holding you in your own bed right now.
his hand moves up to pat and massage your head, and he shyly stares at part of your exposed neck. he kind of wants to feel it with his fingertips; it looks so soft... but he doesn't want to cross any boundaries.
suddenly, you turn around in his arms and face him. his face is red, and you assume it's just because of your shared body heat.
"boop," you say, gently poking his nose and smiling at the way his entire face scrunches up.
you remove an earbud as Yeonho starts to speak.
"do you feel better, now?" he asks.
"yeah," you say, even as thunder crackles on around your house. the sound doesn't bother you anymore.
"then i don't have an excuse to cuddle you when it's stormy anymore?" Yeonho says while pouting.
"why would you need an excuse?" you ask, burying your face in his chest. you can hear the way his heart hammers.
"b-because..."
the two of you are silent, with Yeonho buffering as you give him butterflies and you enjoying his scent as you hold him close.
"y/n," Yeonho softly calls out.
"hm?" you answer.
"i-if we're going to keep doing this as friends, i don't think my heart can take it. s-so... either agree to date me or... stop holding me like this," Yeonho says, clearly nervous.
you smile up at him, but he looks unsure.
"why would i ever stop holding you?" you ask, patting his head.
Yeonho still looks confused, and you sigh.
"i'll date you, Yeonho. only if you'll date me too," you say.
Yeonho's smile returns to his face again as he says, "isn't that a given?"
you shyly trace his lips with your thumbs.
as you look into Yeonho's eyes, you ask if you can kiss him. as soon as he nods, you lean in, pressing a quick but soft kiss to his plump lips. he smiles the entire time, pulling you closer.
"do i now have permission to cuddle with you even when it's not stormy?" Yeonho asks.
order 014, anon: small banana milk tea with pudding and crystal tapioca pearls for verivery's Yongseung
Warning: suggestive at the end!
Summary: two top students let their grades do the talking, but when you're bad at Yongseung's best subject and he's bad at your best subject, wouldn't it be best if you teamed up and helped each other out?
[a/n]: we love a good high school rivalry!! ALSO LOOK AT THIS GIF I'M ASDFGHJKL
"Yongseung and [y/n]. I need to have a chat with you in my office," your teacher says after distributing the grades.
Once you get there, your teacher tells you that as always, you have both achieved great results, except your math grades are lacking and Yongseung's literature grades are lacking.
"[y/n], you're good at literature, and Yongseung, you're good at maths. Why don't you help each other out?"
Right away, Yongseung scoffs.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but there's no way I'm helping this thing," he says, pointing at you and sticking his tongue out.
"Sir, he just called me a thing. How could I work with him?!" you complain.
"I'm not hearing any of this. You've both been doing bad in these subjects for years now while you excel in everything else. If your grades don't improve for the next test, there will be consequences."
The teacher leaves you both sitting there in his own office.
"I guess we've got no choice," you mumble.
Yongseung rolls his eyes and stands up.
"Meet me at my house today at 6pm, then," he says, leaving you there.
"I don't even know where you live!" you call out after him, but he's gone.
-
"No, [y/n], you're doing it all wrong! You have to solve this first," Yongseung says, pointing to a part of the equation with his pencil.
"Well explain properly so I can understand!"
"Use your brain so you'll understand me!"
Both of you sigh, leaning back in your chairs.
"I hate this so much," you grumble.
"I hate it more!" Yongseung huffs.
"Okay, let's switch to literature instead," you suggest, pulling out your textbook.
After learning from Yongseung's terrible teaching methods that impatience won't get you anywhere, you do your best to carefully explain everything to him despite hating his guts, yet Yongseung seems to have a hard time catching on, mostly because he's staring at you.
You don't realize his eyes haven't looked down at the textbook once, and you don't realize that his gaze is only on you as you talk. Even he's confused by himself, wondering why he can't fight the urge to look at you and your lips as you pronounce the intricate words of book titles and author names, or your delicate eyelashes as they flutter open and shut each time you blink.
As he watches you talk about a subject you're so passionate about, he begins to realize how beautiful you are.
"Yongseung, why aren't you answering me? What's the difference between a short story and flash fiction?"
"Huh, what? Uh.... flash fiction... is about lightning?"
You sigh, noticing the boy is seemingly drowsy. You close the textbook and peer closely at Yongseung, your chin sitting on your palm.
"D-don't look at me like that so closely... or I'll kiss you," he murmurs, whispering and blurting out the last part.
"What?" you choke.
"Nothing!" Yongseung snaps, pushing you away.
"Did you just say you'll kiss me?" you laugh.
"No!" Yongseung scoffs.
You roll your eyes at him.
"Yeah, right. I heard that! Well, pretty boy. What will you do now?" you ask him, as you lean in even closer than before.
Frankly, you don't know why you're acting so confident all of a sudden, but maybe its your hatred for Yongseung that is making you want to bury all of your nervousness, even though your heart is beating wildly in your chest.
Yongseung looks down at your lips a couple of times before he shyly, then roughly, grabs the back of your neck and presses a firm kiss to your lips.
His warm mouth melts onto yours and you feel a little dizzy after he pulls away, his face flushed.
"Um, yeah, well... let's get back to learning about flash fiction, shall we?" you suggest, stuttering on your own words.
order 005 for anon: large banana milk tea with pudding, lychee jelly and grass jelly
Warnings: some explicit language, flooding mentions
Summary: when you and your soulmate kiss, a small, very small part of your hair will turn white. But why would you and college!Minchan ever kiss when you hate each other?
word count: ~3k
[a/n]: i miss Minchan so much pls :( aLSO I'M SORRY THIS IS SO SH*T AND LATE BUT I HAD FUN WRITING IT!!!
"Move out of my spot," Minchan sighs, towering over you as you sit hunched over your notes in the front row of the lecture hall.
"No, why should I?" you spit out, still looking down.
"Because it's my spot, didn't you hear me say that?" Minchan clarifies with a scoff.
"Oh just shut up. Is your name written on here anywhere?"
He sighs and chooses to sit behind you, accepting defeat for now.
"Can you and Minchan not just give it a rest for one day?" your friend asks you as they take the spot beside you.
"If he wasn't so annoying, then maybe I would be able to do that," you say, organizing your notes for today's lecture.
Minchan kicks the back of your leg with his foot after hearing your words, and you turn around, sighing.
"You're literally proving my point. Just stop," you say.
"You stop badmouthing me first then," Minchan says with a smirk.
"Okay, good morning everyone!" the professor says, causing you to turn back to the front so you can pay attention.
The lecture passes peacefully as the two of you focus. Sure, you have a deep rivalry, but you're both dedicated students who never mess around when a lecture begins.
It's only after it ends that Minchan gets on your nerves again.
You find it right in front of a vending machine, pressing the buttons to dispense a drink. After he steps away, you realize that he had bought your favourite drink, and you don't think much of it until you step up to also buy that drink... only to find there's no more left.
"Minchan, what the hell? You don't even like that flavour anyway, why did you have to take the last one?!" you yell, pointing at the drink in his hands.
He shrugs in response, unscrewing the cap.
"If you want it, you'll have to do something for me."
"And what's that?"
"Convince everyone that we're dating."
"Just for a drink?!" you exclaim.
"I'll have a lifetime supply for you. Anytime you want, just tell me and I'll buy you one."
"Minchan... have you lost it? You know I hate you, right? Why would I pretend to be your s/o?"
"Because people think I'm dating this stuck-up asshole and it's ruining my reputation."
"Why would me dating you fix anything?"
"Because you get good grades, [y/n]. Not as good as mine, but good enough. And I hate your guts, but everyone else seems to think you're alright."
You sigh, shaking your head at the boy.
"I'll give you the drink this once. You've got till tomorrow to think about it," he says, flashing you a smile before walking away.
Confused, the drink almost slips out of your hands as you shuffle to your dorm, feeling bewildered.
-
"So Minchan, your mortal enemy wants you to fake date him?" you friend asks you, sitting on your bed while watching you pace around.
"Yeah."
"That makes no sense."
"Right?!"
"And all you get out of it is a lifetime supply of your favourite drink?"
"Yeah! I mean, those drinks are expensive so..."
"No, [y/n]! Focus!" your friend tells you, holding onto your hands and shaking them.
"Right, right," you mumble.
Your friend suddenly claps their hands and you jump back in fright, swearing at them for scaring you.
"I've got it! Just tell him that you'll only do it if he stops being such a little shit to you."
"So... fake date him to stop our annoying rivalry?" you repeat.
Your friend nods and you step back to properly consider their words. It doesn't sound so bad, especially since your rivalry with Minchan kind of started out of nowhere anyway, and you've always been hoping you never met him so this stupid thing would stop.
-
You: hey! dumbass!
stinky min: ???
You: let's do it
stinky min: ??
You: the,,, thing
stinky min: well don't be shy now
stinky min: spit it out
You: YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!
stinky min: you want to date me?
You: fake* !!! FAKE date you yes
stinky min: ok
You: ugh i hate you
stinky min: :D
You: IT'S ONLY ON ONE CONDITION THO
stinky min: and that is?
You: we end this dumbass rivalry and you stop being so annoying
stinky min: sorry babe can't do that
You: okay then bye
stinky min: NO WAIT
stinky min: i was joking..
stinky min: fine..
stinky min: tomorrow for our first class,, you better come sit next to me when i wave to you
-
"[y/n]!" Minchan yells, waving at you frantically with a big smile on his face.
You sigh and cover your face with your hand as you compose yourself, wondering why you're doing this for a lifetime supply of drinks and for this stupid rivalry to be over. Then, you finally look up and nod in Minchan's direction, approaching his spot in front row. You slide into the seat he saved for you while gritting your teeth and whispering, "why are you sitting in my seat?"
"[y/n], I saved a seat for you in the front row! Since you always like to sit here," Minchan says, obnoxiously loudly.
"I can see that, dumbass," you whisper, still continuing to smile at him while gritting your teeth.
"[y/n], be a bit more natural, would you?" Minchan whispers, stretching an arm around you and pulling you close.
You almost fly off your seat as you hadn't expected him to do this, but stay put despite your heart thumping heavily in your chest. When he leans his head on your shoulder, you have to do everything not to punch him.
"Your heart's beating so fast, my dear," Minchan mumbles.
"Are they dating?" someone whispers in the row behind you.
Murmurs begin to rise and Minchan smirks the whole time, his head still on your shoulder. His hair feels strangely fluffy and soft against your neck.
When the lecture begins, Minchan sits up straight but listens to the whole lecture with his hand around your waist. All of this skinship makes you dizzy and angry, and by the time the lecture is over, you've pulled Minchan aside to have a word with him.
"Minchan, if you're doing to do things like this, then I want out."
"What do you mean, babe?" he says, reaching forwards to push your hair back with his fingertips.
You catch his hand with yours, holding it there.
"This is what I mean," you say, pointing to his hand sitting on your head.
"Well we're dating, aren't we? Isn't it natural to show some skinship?"
"Minchan, firstly this isn't even real. Secondly, skinship isn't a required thing or anything. So just... chill out, okay?"
Minchan leans forward until his lips are right next to your ear.
"Why, is it cause I make your heart rate increase?"
"No!" you yell, pushing him a way.
A couple of students see this and speed walk away, whispering amongst themselves while staring at you.
"Okay, [y/n], calm down. I'll go easy on you, I promise. Have this drink and I'll see you later," he says, holding out your favourite drink.
"When did you even buy this?" you ask, taking it from him.
"Be there at the party tonight, okay?" he tells you while walking away.
What party? you wonder, until you check your phone. Someone has posted in your class about a party happening in Minchan's dorm building.
Sighing, you start to write a text to Minchan asking him why you have to attend a dumb party when you don't like parties anyway, but he messages you first.
stinky min: going to the party will be a great place to show everyone we're dating. and finally stop people talking behind my back... so be there, okay?
stinky min: and about the skinship.. i'm sorry. i'll genuinely stop. but at least you only have to see me a couple times during the day! it's not like we're in the same dorm or anything..
-
After getting your studying and classes done for the day, you head to Minchan's dorm building, which is already flooded with people.
"How isn't anyone getting in trouble for this?" you mumble, looking at the people scattered across the hallways with drinks in their hands, socializing.
You weave through the people, searching for Minchan.
"Hey! Looking for your... boyfriend?" a familiar voice asks you, taking hold of your arm.
You turn around to see your friend, looking lovely as ever.
"Yeah... seen him anywhere?" you ask.
They point upstairs while saying, "he's in his room, 204, waiting for you."
"Alright, I'll see you around then!"
"Don't have too much fun," your friend says with a wink.
Fun? This is not fun at all, you sigh, trudging upstairs and pushing past people to find room 204.
When you finally find it, you're surprised to see it's the only room with the door closed. You knock and the door knob quickly turns, revealing a very.... annoyingly attractive Minchan, with his hair parted comma style, wearing a white tee and a blue jean jacket.
"[y/n], you came! Come in, the real party's in here," he says, inviting you inside.
You walk in to find his TV showing a game he was playing, and he sits down to continue.
You throw him a confused look, but he just stares back at you.
"What? I know you didn't wanna be there, so let's at least have some fun before we have to go out there," he tells you, patting the spot on the ground next to him.
"Wow, Minchan. This is actually the kindest thing you've done for me," you reply, sitting next to him and taking the controller he's offering you.
After absolutely destroying Minchan in the game he thought he was the best at (what a reality check for him!) the two of you stand up and take a few deep breaths before stepping out into the hallway.
"Hey, you owe me something for beating you," you say before Minchan opens the door.
"Oh, shut up," he says, but with a smile.
As soon as he opens the door, people start to greet him. It isn't surprising, since he is just a bit of a popular guy. Okay, maybe more than a bit, but you don't want to admit that.
Many people ask Minchan if he broke up with Jennifer, the stuck-up asshole that he had been telling you people thought he was dating, and Minchan clarifies each time, with a bright grin, that they were never dating, but that it's only ever been him and you.
Everyone seems to find this so cute, but you almost vomit on the spot. Who would've known that Minchan could be so cringey?
Feeling tired after socializing with so many people, the two of you find your own space to stand in one another's company for a second.
"So, how does it feel, Minchan?" you ask him.
"To be dating you?" he asks back, a cheeky grin on his face.
You hiss at him and shake your head.
"No! To be rid of that dumb rumour about you and Jennifer."
"Ah, it feels good! Thanks, [y/n]. Do you want me to go grab your favourite drink for you? The vending machine here has it."
You take a second before agreeing, telling yourself that you deserve it after having role played for so long.
A few moments after Minchan leaves, the somewhat loud music that had been blasting this whole time stops, and someone starts yelling from up the stairs.
"GUYS, THERE'S BEEN A FLOOD AND IT'S SUPER BAD. IT'S SPREADING TO ALL THE HALLWAYS SO WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" he shouts.
Even from down there you can notice water pooling around his feet from where he stands near the stairs, and water trickling down the steps, too.
Some people immediately rush out, but you search around for Minchan for some time, wondering why he's taking so long. Then, the flood starts getting really bad, rushing down the stairs and beginning to approach you.
You start speedwalking towards the door, not even stopping when someone grabs your arm.
"[y/n]! You waited for me?" the person asks.
You turn to find Minchan with his pants soaked up to his knees and holding your favourite drink while panting.
"No. Maybe. Anyways, let's go!" you say, dragging him out with you.
That whole night, no one gets any sleep as the campus' staff decide what to do with all the students who won't have a place to sleep. It's only at 4am that they decide on a solution: to send everyone from Minchan's dorm into your dorm, because yours is the one with the most vacant spots.
And as if by the worst luck on this planet, Minchan just has to be placed right. In your. Room.
He trails in at 4:32am, shyly following you inside and acting very differently from his usual arrogant state.
"So this is where you sleep, huh [y/n]?" he quietly asks, looking at your bed.
"Yeah, of course. This is my dorm, what would you expect? That bed on the other side is vacant, so you can sleep there. If you need anything, just go grab it. But if you can't find it or need help, you can wake me up, it's honestly fine," you explain, grabbing your clothes so you can get changed in the bathroom
Minchan stops you.
"No, [y/n], it's fine! I'll change in the bathroom. You change here and tell me when you're done."
You shrug and nod, accepting his offer.
Once you're both changed, you decide to just sleep, because by now it's 5am and you both have class in a little over 3 hours. But you're unable to sleep with the presence of another person in your usually empty room, and you notice Minchan rustling around in his bed, too.
"Having trouble sleeping?" you whisper, not wanting to wake him in case he's actually asleep.
"Yeah..." Minchan says with a sigh.
"Let me just turn on the light, cause I can't sleep either-"
"No! It's better like this." Minchan says, interrupting you as you begin to leave your bed.
You fall back on it, sitting on the edge.
"Anything... I can do to help you sleep?" you ask him, feeling weird that you're being so nice to someone who was your enemy not too long ago.
"Do you wanna cook something?" Minchan asks you after a long silence.
"Cook? Now?"
"We didn't eat," Minchan points out, making you laugh.
"I guess you're right!" you say, standing up to turn on the light.
With whatever random ingredients you have, Minchan helps direct you in making a meal, carefully teaching you how to cut the vegetables and how to fry things correctly. He always gets real close when he does this, but never touches you since he thinks you wouldn't like that. You notice this and appreciate it.
At one point, Minchan asks you to lean in close to the stove to look at the texture of the food. You lean in and place your head practically next to his.
"See how it's this colour and is a lot softer? That means it's done!"
Minchan turns to you after he says this, and this might sound crazy, but your faces are so close to each other that Minchan's lips literally graze yours when he turns to you.
He immediately jumps back and apologizes, laughing slightly for his stupid mistake while covering his mouth with his hand. You, on the other hand, feel mortified and hold your lips with your fingers, wondering if they haven't fallen off or anything, because for some reason, they feel like they're buzzing.
"Wait, [y/n], why is your hair... turning white?" Minchan asks, pointing to your hair.
You notice a strand of white in Minchan's hair too, and you also point up to it. Reaching out to touch each other's white strands, the two of you seem to realize at the same time.
"Ah... so it's you? You're my soulmate?" Minchan asks, his cheeks clearly tainted red.
"I guess so... Damn, that wasn't even a real kiss but it was enough to turn our hair white!"
The two of you remain speechless for a few moments.
"So I'm really soulmates with my enemy?" you ask, groaning.
"Hey, I guess we have to learn to love each other now," Minchan says, puckering his lips and fake-kissing the air.
You push his face away and run off towards your bed, leaving Minchan chasing you around your room while the two of you laugh loudly. Thankfully you don't get any noise complaints, but running around at 6am leaves the two of you running on an all-nighter for your first class.
As the two of you practically fall asleep on each other for the whole class, everyone giggles at your sleepy states, but most importantly, gawks at the white strands in your hair.
"So they were really meant to be, huh," your friend says, sitting behind you and kicking your shin, forcing you awake so you can pay attention.
