#this post is being scheduled for the very second my Am. lit. final exam starts so wish me luck

[tryingtobeclassy]

so close I could kiss you . . . lee minho

genre: Minho x female!reader, college au, neighbour au

description: Being neigbours with your close friend can only lead to lots of unexpected adventures, but falling for him wasn’t one you had in mind.

word count: 8.1 k

warnings: swearing, alcohol, gets a bit more heated at some points ig

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“Is the concept of sleep that weird to you?” you mumbled while squinting at Minho who was standing in front of your apartment door in just his pyjamas and some duck shaped slippers.

He seemed very eager and excited about his idea. In his head it obviously didn’t seem as flawed as it did in yours. Going to get ice cream isn’t as wild as someone would think. But when it’s almost 1 am and he insists on going to a place that’s a whole hour away by car then it becomes a slight problem.

“You’re a liar if you try to convince me you were sleeping”, he says, knowing damn well how messed up your sleeping schedule was.

“Okay fine”, you give in after the minimum effort he had to put into trying to make you change your mind. But to be honest, you were kind of feeling the idea of ice cream so you quickly put on some shoes and grabbed your car keys and the two of you were off to an adventure.

Moments like this weren’t rare. If it wasn’t Minho, it would be you to come up with some stupid idea that the other one would always end up jumping on in instant. Cause that’s what friends are for. When you were just starting university and moving into your current small, but comfy apartment, you never imagined you’d get this close to a neighbour. Especially since you always highly disliked neighbours or having any kind of interaction with them, elevators being the absolute worst. But one day he just knocked on your door asking if you had mayo so he could put it on his pizza, you subtly shaded him for putting mayo on pizza and instead of taking offence he unexpectedly invited you to join him and his roommate Chan. A bold food choice definitely threw you off at first, but you thought he doesn’t deserve to be crossed off for it. Especially since he was mad cute as well. And your decision lead you to a wonderful friendship.

And it lead you to sitting in your car at 1 am while driving towards a specific ice cream shop.

“I have class tomorrow at 9. I’m actually going to die”, you whine as you glance once again at the clock in the car.

“I suggest you simply don’t sleep”, Minho suggested as if it was the most obvious solution.

“Absolutely terrible idea Mr. Lee. I am a weak human and my organism does not wish to die that way.”

“Then have a power nap in class.”

You had a snarky comeback ready for him, but instead just paused for a second thinking about it. “Honestly not a bad idea.”

The rest of the trip there was pretty much just filled with both of you complaining about uni, how it doesn’t let you breathe and how the approaching exams are already stressing both of you. In the end, the trip to get the ice cream ended up as a good way to just get away from all of that stuff and put responsibilities and thoughts about it on side for a bit.

“Do you think you could go alone?” Minho asked once you finally parked in front of a brightly lit ice cream shop, basically no other cars around you except what you assumed were the workers’.

“What? No. Why?”

“I’m literally wearing slippers.”

“And I literally don’t care. The ducks will match well with my Batman pyjama pants”, you answered shoving him out of the car as he was grunting like a small annoying child. “Where’s that cocky confidence of yours when you need it?”

As you managed to get him out of the car, the two of you made your way to the entrance of the shop, but it would be too easy if you just walked in, so instead Minho abruptly stopped you as he grabbed the hood of your hoodie and pulled you back to him almost chocking you in the process.

“Watch it, dumbass”, you complained as you lightly slapped his hand away, but his attention seemed to be on something completely different.

“Look”, he said and pointed towards a poster hanging up next to the entrance door. “It says it’s a special couples offer and they get 15% off if they buy two cups of ice cream.”

Your brows frowned as you read the poster yourself. “I hope you’re not thinking what I think you are.”

“It’s 15% off, you’ll survive as my girlfriend for five minutes”, he said with his signature smirk and grabbed your hand into his.

With your on going complaining, you two finally got inside. The place was pretty much empty. It had one dude moping the floors, some guy who seemed homeless passed out in one booth with a plate where once was a pancake with ice cream and a girl at the counter – smiling tiredly as you approached her.

“What can I get you two?” she asked trying to be nice, but you could see a judgemental spark in her eyes as she scanned the two of you from head to toe.

“I’ll have one mint and one vanilla”, Minho answered obviously not caring about the cashier. “And what would you like, babe?” he added as he gave you the sweetest smile you ever saw him pull on his face.

For a second your process of thoughts was just cut off. As his hand felt warm around yours, his smile even warmer and then the babe being the final hit. You just blacked out for a second as all of it felt really weird.

“I, uh, chocolate”, you somehow manage to get across your lips.

“Just one?” the cashier asked getting your head back to earth completely.

“Two.”

The plan went completely as Minho wanted. You got the ice cream and you got the discount. And you were on your way home, this time Minho behind the wheel while you were still enjoying one of the best ice creams you ever had the chance to taste.

“Oh yea, I wanted to ask you something?” Minho said after he got bored of nothing but silence and the sounds you smacking your lips and finishing the ice cream. “There’s a party at Changbin’s house tomorrow.”

“He’s that one hella rich friend of yours?”

“Yeah. He said both me and Chan get a plus one to bring to the party so I thought you might wanna go.”

“Sure. I’m always down for some booty shaking.”

He just lightly smiled and mumbled a soft ‘great’ in return. So it was settled. You suddenly had plans for tomorrow as well.

Your little adventure soon came to an end as the car stopped in its destined parking spot and both of you went to your own place. You collapsed in your bed immediately, debating how much do you actually have to go to the morning class, but you just really needed the attendance if you wanted to pass.

You kinda regretted your life choices from last night the moment you woke up, but remembering how good the ice cream tasted, you were soon over it. The class wasn’t as bad as you expected. Not really taking Minho’s advice, you ended up drugging yourself with coffee that kept you alive just long enough to get back home and dive back into your bed. It was Friday so nothing to worry about for tomorrow which only means one thing. Napping! If it could be called a nap cause you passed out and slept for almost six hours. It would’ve been even longer if your hungry stomach didn’t rudely wake you up. After finally giving your body some food to survive, it was time to get ready.

You were going to just some house party with a bunch of students so no need to dress too fancy. Just cute enough to feel good about yourself and if so desired to get a lil bit of action as well. So it ended up being new baggy jeans matched with some fishnets underneath, a cute crop top and heeled boots. For a second you felt like some edgy tumblr post, especially when you added dark red lipstick, but you liked it and felt hot and confident.

Just as you were checking yourself in the mirror in the hallway one last time, Minho barged into the apartment while screaming: “Come on, idiot, we’re approaching the moment that crosses the line of being fashionably late into rudely late.”

He subtly checked you out, but gave a not so subtle compliment after it, “You look hot.”

“Thank you”, you said with a satisfied smile on your face and pushed him out where Chan was waiting.

“Am I not getting a compliment as well?” he asked as he pouted trying to fish for some ego boosting words.

You dramatically rolled your eyes, but still told him he looked cute.

“Damn. I was going more for the homme fatale kind of look”, he said, but you could tell from the confident aura he had around him that he definitely believed he pulled off what he intended.

“Whatever you do, just don’t feed his ego anymore”, Chan joked when he saw you were thinking about something else to add to your list of compliments besides cute.

“Shit, you’re right”, you laughed and left it just at cute.

After taking an Uber, cause all three of you planned on drinking, you finally arrived at the party. Despite talking to Changbin here and there, you two weren’t super close. You did know his family was swimming in money, but the house you arrived to was still way bigger than you expected. Perfect size to have a shit ton of students over for a party. Very brave thinking nothing would end up broken. But anyway, the party was already in full operation. Drunk people everywhere drinking and either sitting around and hanging out or dancing to the loud edm blasting from the living room.

You made your way to the kitchen where you found Changbin sitting on the counter with a beer in his hand. He was talking to Felix and a guy you saw like twice, but you believed his name was Hyunjin. He got really excited when he saw the three of you walk in, immediately giving Chan and Minho one of those signature bro greetings while you got a very solid high five.

“Where’s your plus one Chan?” he asked putting his hands around his eyes and mockingly scanning the room.

“Come on, mate, you know all the people I know are the same people you know.”

“We all just kinda hope, you’d finally find some other people to hang out or perhaps even…” he made a dramatic pause while all the boys suddenly acted like they were talking about the weirdest and most wild thing ever when Minho added, “a girl.”

“Y’all are hilarious”, Chan said sarcastically. “I have too much to do. I don’t have time to meet a girl.”

“Yet here you are”, Felix added. “Use the party as an opportunity to meet new people.”

Chan just waved his hands towards them as if he’s trying to blow away all the jokes they were throwing at his account. He took a beer from the counter and disappeared into the crowd.

Hyunjin and Felix were off to their own shenanigans as well so it was just you with Minho and Changbin. Changbin offered you something from all the different alcohol lined besides him on the counter, but from all the various choices, you felt like warming up with some beer first. You drank your beer as you listened to whatever they were talking about with just one ear, your attention mostly observing the crowd.

“Speaking about girls”, Changbin suddenly went back to the first topic, “I always kind of thought the two of you would be a thing by now.”

You almost spat out the beer you were just in the process of drinking, but instead chocked on the gulp you took while Minho just laughed. Both at you and the question.

“Why did you think that?” Minho asked, genuinely curious while you would’ve preferred it if the topic was dropped.

“I don’t know. Both of you have some kind of chaotic energy. I feel like you would fit each other.”

“Well we do”, Minho said, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Yeah, as friends”, you added pushing him so he would drop the creepy smirk going on. “I’m just gonna go dance. You two fuck around as much as you want.”

You finished the last few drops of the beer, left it at the counter and let yourself blend into the crowd. The music was loud enough to get all the way to your bones, making you feel every beat in your heart and making you want to dance until your legs give out. You were one with the crowd, yet still stuck in your own little world as the alcohol and music hit your head. Dancing as if there’s not a single worry in your life. Feeling good and feeling happy. But the little utopia your mind wandered off to disappeared as you felt a hand grab your ass and a male figure invading your private space completely. You looked up to see which guy decided to skip a bit too many steps and come to you so confidently just to see your ex-boyfriend arching above you.

“Can you fuck off? You ain’t wanted here”, you said, your voice clearly heating with anger.

“Come on, let’s do it just once like in the old days”, he smiled cockily and pulled you closer into himself making you even more mad.

“I’ll have to pass on that offer.”

You were trying to push him off of yourself, but the dude was persistent as hell and wouldn’t let you go.

“Fuck off!” you yelled again, but you weren’t managing to achieve anything and everyone else seemed to be too immersed in their own worlds to see what’s happening and give a hand. But suddenly you did feel another hand lightly grab your shoulder while the other pushed your ex away.

“She clearly said to fuck away, bro.”

You recognized Minho’s voice and felt his hand protectively pull you towards himself while glaring at your ex with a warning look.

“And who might you be?” your ex asked with a dumb smile as if he doesn’t care about anything in this whole situation.

“Her boyfriend”, Minho said without hesitation, sliding his arm over your shoulder to make it even more convincing.

You could see the dumb smile fade from your ex’s face as he looked at Minho once again. “Can’t believe you went for some pretty boy while you can have a whole man like me, but okay.”

“He’s a bigger man than you, but whatever makes you feel better”, you spat as he was finally going away and disappeared just like he suddenly appeared.

“Holy shit, I really owe you one”, you added while turning to Minho.

“Wanna say thank you in a form of a kiss?” he asked teasingly.

You rolled your eyes and lightly smacked his chest. “How about a dance instead, lover boy?”

“That will work too”, he smiled and grabbed your hand, turning you around.

“Just tone it down a bit with the moves. I don’t wanna embarrass myself next to your perfect dancing.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Minho really was such a good dancer. He moved so effortlessly, but still managed to get you to follow his moves without a problem. It was fun getting lost in the moment – just dancing to the music and being playful. It didn’t even feel weird as his body got closer to you, his legs brushing against yours. You could feel his hand being hesitant when he slid it lower on your back, but as you didn’t push it back and instead gave him a small smile, he slowly got even lower and pulled you closer towards him. The next moment your arms wandered around his neck, getting the two of you dangerously close to the point you could even feel his breath on your cheek. For just a second you glanced towards his lips that were so close to you, you could’ve kissed them if you wanted to. But then something snapped inside you as you realized what’s happening and slowly broke the physical contact, giving him just a soft smile at the end.

“Well that was… fun”, you said trying not to be awkward because of the fact you just got so damn close to your friend to the point you could’ve felt his entire body pressed against yours at moments.

“You complain that you would’ve looked bad besides me, but you’re a surprisingly good dancer”, he answered, not seeming like the situation is awkward in any way for him.

His little compliment made you get a stupid satisfied smile on your face. “Thank you, lover boy.”

After that you hanged out for a bit with other people as well. Ended up even playing some beer pong which just got you completely drunk if you weren’t already. When you were on your way to go home, Changbin had to call the Uber for all three of you and safely set you off home, hoping you wouldn’t end up in some ditch along the way.

“Let me know when you assholes get home”, was the last thing he told Chan before the car door closed.

What happened after became all a bit blurry in your memory. You remember the Uber. You remember getting home. But the next time you were fully yourself again was the morning after when you woke up on your couch still wearing what you had the night before. Minus the pants that were thrown on the floor.

You got up with a burning headache as well as pain in your back from the highly uncomfortable sleeping position and ‘bed’. Like some kind of zombie, with small steps and a lot of grunting, you made your way to the kitchen and put all your energy into making coffee. You sat on the kitchen counter next to the coffee machine while waiting for it to be done when your mind started blasting a bunch of memories from last night. Ignoring the major dick aka your ex, the night was pretty fun. You hung out with lots of people, got to play some beer pong, absolutely crushed Woojin at it, danced a bit. And then the memory of you and Minho suddenly came back again and you could feel your cheeks burning up and your heart skipping a beat.

One would say those are clear signs of developing a crush, but you would’ve sworn that wasn’t the case. You believed that was a normal reaction after remembering a moment when you got so physically close to someone, but the fact it was no one else, but a super close friends made the situation a bit weird. For some reason you got worried as if it could impact your friendship with Minho and make it awkward, but common sense was trying to tell you that it really wasn’t all that mention worthy or special in any kind of way.

So you just did your best to push it at the back of your mind and not give it too much thought. And Minho obviously didn’t think much of it as well since nothing changed after that night. No awkward moments, no weird tension. Just you, him and lots of usual dumb shit going on.

Soon enough exams arrived and passed. You were just done with your last one and decided to celebrate so you invited yourself over Minho and Chan’s place where they welcomed you with open arms once they noticed two bottles of wine in your hands.

After a few glasses, all of you were already in Tipsy Land. Chan ended up on the floor whining about life as you were sitting on the couch and putting all your focus onto Minho’s hair you were trying to braid into a beauuuutiful French braid at which you were obviously failing miserably considering your state as well as the length of his hair.

“Wanna just ask random questions and answer truthfully?” Chan asked obviously getting slightly bored as he stared at the ceiling and twirled the glass of wine in his hand.

“Sure. You can go first”, you said while just finishing Minho’s half assed braid that reached only half of his head.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

As the question processed in your head, you squinted at him ready to say something, but Minho beat you to it, “That’s a strong one to start with, don’t you think?”

All three of you laughed before Chan changed it into something a bit tamer, but soon enough you were back to the kind of questions everyone was actually curious about.

“Okay, this one’s for, y/n”, Chan said with a smirk on his face.

“I already hate it”, you mumbled, but you were still interested in what he had to ask.

“If you had to pick someone to date from my and Minho’s little group of friends, who would it be?”

Your eyebrows got almost pierced together as you frowned, but not because of the question that you expected would have made you way more embarrassed than expected, but more because you needed some clarification. “Is that like everyone from the Chan’s Kids group chat?”

“Yep.”

“You two included?”

“Obviously.”

“Changbin already said you would fit me the most”, Minho interrupted with something you completely forgot about.

You felt your cheeks heat again and you weren’t sure what was the reason. But you tried to keep your thoughts collected and not let him know that his little comment got to you. “Well aren’t you feeling confident about that”, you teased.

“I mean, am I not right?” he teased back.

“Can the two of you not flirt while I’m here?” Chan complained after he got back up and proceeded to drink more wine.

“I’m picking Woojin”, you finally said, a dumb smile on your face as you know Minho didn’t get what he wanted.

He suspiciously squinted at you. “Why?”

“He’s sweet and hot.”

“I’m also sweet and hot”, Minho pouted.

“You’re a little bitch”, you joked while pushing him and his cute pout away from your sight. Because you just might give in to him.

“But hot, right?” he asked through a stupid smile as he was obviously enjoying annoying you.

“God, you’re impossible”, you roll your eyes, “sure, a hot little bitch.”

He excitedly punched the air before realizing it was his turn again and thinking of a question. It went on for a few more rounds until Chan got defeated by tiredness and disappeared to his room. You and Minho still weren’t feeling too tired despite the wine, which you completely managed to finish, doing its work.

“I’m kinda feeling pancakes”, you suddenly said and as a response getting a fast head turning from Minho as he stared into your eyes and whispered, ‘brilliant idea’.

This time it didn’t end up with you two going out to get the food, but instead getting everything ready in the kitchen. You managed to find all the needed ingredients so Minho was currently mixing the mixture in a bowl as you were heating the pan.

“You know, you really shouldn’t let me handle heavy machinery when I’m this drunk”, you commented while pouring oil into the pan.

“You literally only turned on the stove and put a pan on it.”

“A heavy pan”, you emphasized, but got only a laugh from Minho.

You offered to try and make the pancakes despite knowing what a complete mess in the kitchen you are. Minho could’ve just taken over the work instead of you and do it properly, but watching you struggle seemed like the more entertaining scenario.

You never made pancakes before and expected it to be easy, but to your surprise – it wasn’t. Or at least it wasn’t because you were either terrible with food or just drunk. Or both. Your first pancake looked like a disaster. But it was your disaster and you were proud of it.

“What do you think?” you asked Minho as your eyes sparkled with excitement.

He looked at it with a somewhat judgy look. “If we’re being honest-“

“We’re not.”

“In that case, it’s the best looking pancake I have ever laid my eyes on. Gordon Ramsay could never.”

“Thought so.” You seemed exceptionally pleased with yourself despite the amount of sarcasm in his sentence.

Putting aside how absolutely wonderful your first try ended up, you still decided to pass the spatula on to Minho and let him do it. Instead of that, you focused on cutting up some strawberries that you luckily found in the fridge. Adding some strawberries to a pancake with Nutella was the second best thing in existence. You were doing a wonderful job with it until suddenly the strawberries weren’t the only thing red. It took you a second to process that you actually managed to cut your finger and it was bleeding out.

“MIIIINHOOOOO”, you scream once the realization hit you.

Turning around and seeing the blood coming from your finger, Minho just grabbed your hand and put it under water. He pulled it out for a second and observed the cut and then just pushed it back under water.

“There’s no need to be so dramatic. It’s not that deep”, he said calmly and you were just super impressed at how well he handled it.

He finished the pancake and turned off the stove so he could order you to go to his room. Entering it, you got hit in the face by the smell of Febreze. You sat on his unnecessarily huge bed while he was looking for some bandages.

“This bed is hella comfy”, you said when your ass felt like it sat on a cloud.

After a little while, Minho finally found what he was looking for so he gently grabbed your hand and cleaned the cut with some alcohol. It stung, but not as much as you expected. It probably really wasn’t as deep as you freaked out in the beginning. He put the bandage and you were as good as new.

“Give me just a sec to really test out the comfiness of this bed”, you said immediately after and threw your body on the bed. Which was a terrible idea cause tiredness instantly hit you like a truck that came out of nowhere. “On a second thought, I don’t think I’m moving.”

“What about the pancakes?”

You got your head up just enough to look at him. “Can you bring them here?”

You were lucky Minho had no food in bed policy and that he absolutely adored your annoying ass cause he really did bring the pancakes to the bed. You managed to eat one before getting fed up and just passing out on the bed once again while he was still devouring the pancakes he had left in his plate.

“Is it fine if I just sleep over here? I literally don’t have the strength to move my legs all the way to my own bed.”

“Sure”, he said as he laid the plate on the night table and whipped his hand into a napkin. “Just don’t grab all the blankets.”

You didn’t expect he’d say yes so fast. He seemed completely chill with you invading his bed and you were more than happy about it because you fell asleep a minute after getting permission to do so. The only problem was the fact you fell asleep on top of the blanket so even if you wanted, you couldn’t grab and drag them away from Minho. Him being nice tho, he didn’t want you to get a cold and somehow rolled you to the side to try and get you off so he could actually cover you instead of the order being all messed up like that.

You slept like a like baby that night. Even almost snuggling up to him to replace him as the stuffed bear you still slept with. Minho’s bed really had to be magical or something because it’s been a while since you got such a good night sleep.

Once you woke up he wasn’t there anymore, but you could still feel the warmth he left behind. You barely made yourself get up and get to your own apartment so you could finally start your day, but it was certainly a struggle to leave such a good bed.

Leaving his room, you found him and Chan seated in front of the tv both eating some kind of form of a breakfast.

“Holy shit, what happened last night?” Chan yelled when he saw you coming out of Minho’s bedroom.

Minho gave him a mysterious smirk while you were the one to roll your eyes, “I just slept over cause I was tired.”

“Sure, you did”, Chan wouldn’t let it go, but he didn’t get more of a chance to joke because you just left their apartment to go to yours.

You tried going on normally with your day. You made breakfast, took a shower, watched tv, but all the time your mind was constantly going back to last night. Nothing of major importance even happened, but for some reason you couldn’t let go how different and good it felt being close to Minho that night. You started overthinking the whole situation. Worrying that maybe, just maybe, your feelings for him weren’t completely platonic anymore. Otherwise how would you explain your heart racing each time you thought about getting closer to him. Even remembering when you danced with him and had a chance to kiss him. What would’ve happened if you did it? Would he back away? Or would he actually have liked? You just couldn’t stop thinking about him, but you were still trying to convince yourself it’s nothing to worry about. It’s just normal human nature to like the presence of another human, right?

Well with those thoughts pushed aside, you tried to keep your cool and not do anything dumb when he asked you the next day to go some grocery shopping. He would always ask you to go with him cause apparently it was too boring and unbearable without you.

“How’s your attempt to eat healthier going?” he asked you while picking up some vegetables.

You let out a deep dramatic sigh. “Terrible. Lasted like twelve hours before I ate a whole box of ice cream.”

“Isn’t that a new record though?”

Your face lit up with a satisfying smile. “It is. Thank you for noticing.”

“You’re getting better by an hour. One day you might get to a whole day”, he teased and your smile instantly turned into a slightly annoyed frown.

“Not all of us have a will as strong as rock to just live on grass.”

He skewered you with a dirty look. “Those are some harsh words for someone who eats at least four times a week at our place.”

Uh oh. He got you there so it was better to just shut up before you lose your lunch for the next day. Minho wouldn’t hesitate to doom you to some instant ramen noodles. You focused on the food around you. You were in the dairy section so you took some milk for yourself, but as Minho can never decide which yoghurt to take, you were getting slightly impatient. You were trying to kill time by just pushing around the shopping cart and then pushed your body on the handle getting your feet on the metal below the cart as if you were five again. You got surprised when Minho’s hands suddenly ended up around you on the handle and his body arching over yours.

“I feel like a dad with an embarrassing child”, he said while starting to push the cart with you still in your stupid position.

You felt your heart race once again as he got so close to you even starting to freak out when his body slightly brushed over your back. You suddenly started realizing that perhaps all the thoughts you were trying to push aside might have been your true feelings. The two of you would share physical contact in the past as well through hugs and similar stuff and yet you never felt like this. You had to admit to yourself that you might actually be in love with your neighbour.

Once again you started thinking about it way too much. Whether it’s actually real or not. You might have just been single for too long and want a guy’s attention. But then why would you freak out at just the mere thought of you ending up dating him. Whatever it was, it was stupid. Because what are the odds of him actually liking you back. He might flirt with you sometimes, but that doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just how the two of you worked even though it lead to this – you actually catching feelings like some kind of disease.

You refused to go to his place for lunch the next day. Said you already ate. You just didn’t feel like seeing him and getting tired from the rollercoaster of emotions. At the end of the day, you felt like going insane. You just had to get out, but you also had to talk to someone before exploding. So you grabbed your car keys and knocked on their door. Luckily for you, Chan opened.

“Wanna get some fried chicken?” you asked him.

He blinked a few times as a confused look formed on his face. “Aren’t you here for Minho?”

“No.”

He became even more confused. “It’s 11 p.m.”

“Please, Chan. It’s… important.”

It’s hard to tell if it’s his own curiosity about the situation or just the way you looked at him from which he could clearly see that you were distressed, but he accepted your offer and soon enough you were driving through the night to get some fried chicken.

“So what’s up?” he asked trying to get some answers over what’s going on.

“Okay, so… I’m not sure how to really tell you this, but-“, you made a long pause as you were trying to search for the perfect words. But how does one tell someone they’re in love with a friend who also happens to be their roommate. You simply don’t get the instruction for that in some guidebook. In the end, the only and best thing to do is to just say it and finally put it out there. “I think I might be in love with Minho.”

For a second there was nothing but silence and the sound of your car working and rushing through the dark streets. But then, after he finally processed your words, Chan smiled widely.

“Honestly I was just expecting when this would happen, but what I did not expect is that you’d be so serious over it”, he said while a soft laugh escaped his lips.

“Bro, it is a serious thing”, you got all heated up in a second.

“No, it’s a simple thing”, he corrected you. “You like him and he probably likes you. You two just have to figure it out finally.”

Just the hypothetical words of ‘he probably likes you’ made your blood rush to your cheeks. “Why do you think he likes me?”

Chan shrugged his shoulders. “I’m his friend and roommate. I can tell by the way he flirts with you. He doesn’t do that with any other girl. He gets all smiley and excited when he talks about you. Plus you constantly have some weird ass tension going on between the two of you.”

“N-no we don’t”, you stuttered for a second.

He gave you one of those ‘I ain’t buying your bullshit’ looks. “Of course not”, he said, pouring a whole bucket of sarcasm into that sentence. “I literally feel like if you two were left alone in a small room with nothing to do for two hours, you’d just end up fucking.”

“Jesus Christ, Chan, I get it!” you screamed at him as your palms got so sweaty you felt like you were gonna crash into the nearest traffic light.

“Look. I can’t help you in a way to go as your private detective and try to find out how he feels. He never comes forward with his crushes. You’re gonna have to figure it out on your own.”

“But I don’t know how to do that”, you whine just as you arrived to the drive thru for KFC. “Hopefully chicken will make me feel better.”

You ordered a whole bucket for four that was waiting in Chan’s lap for you to get home.

“What if I fuck up the friendship?”

“You won’t”, you get as an immediate answer from Chan. “He cares about you too much to completely break up the friendship over something like that.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Once you arrived home, you took a plate of chicken and Chan went home with the rest as you still didn’t feel like facing Minho. You were tired and simply didn’t have the strength to deal with anything anymore that night. You ate the chicken and went straight to your bed, but couldn’t sleep because thoughts were once again occupying your mind. Thinking about the possibility of Chan actually being right. Thinking about what you should even do.

Before you were able to come up with a proper answer for that, you fell asleep. You still didn’t come up with anything smart even when Minho called you over the next day to help him put up a new mirror in the bathroom. Saying no was your first instinct, but you felt like he would start getting suspicious over why you started avoiding him. So there you were. Sitting on the toilet while looking whether or not the mirror is perfectly aligned.

“A bit more to the left”, you said while intensely staring at it.

“Your left or my left?”

“We have the same left”, you rolled your eyes, but still laughed.

When the mirror finally looked decent, he gave you a high five for good work and proposed some pizza for lunch to celebrate. Despite still trying to get away from him before you decide what you wanna do, you didn’t have a good enough excuse why not, so pizza with Minho it is. But the bathroom door seemed to have a different kind of plan prepared for you as the doorknob broke off into Minho’s hand when he tried opening the door – leaving the two of you trapped inside.

“Are you shitting me right now?” you frown. You tried taking the doorknob from him and putting it back, but it wouldn’t work. And his attempt didn’t end up much different.

“It can probably be opened from the other side”, you said after some observing.

“Yeah, but Chan isn’t home.”

“Can you call him?”

Luckily, at least he brought his phone in with himself, but after calling him, you were doomed to be trapped in the bathroom for at least an hour as Chan had something else to do.

“What the hell does he have so important going on right now?” you asked while getting slightly irritated.

But only after you stopped worrying over how you’re gonna get out and settled with the fact you’ll have to wait for a bit for Chan to let you free, you realized the situation. It was literally what Chan mentioned the night before. Just you and Minho, trapped in a little room with no entertainment. Talk about wild coincidence. For a second you started freaking out a bit, but remembering that it’s literally just Minho with who you constantly spend time alone, your heart rate soon became normal again.

“I wish I could call the pizza man, but no one could let him in”, Minho whined, not getting pizza obviously being his main issue here.

An hour passed soon enough. You were killing time first by just talking, but as you got bored you helped Minho clean his part of the bathroom cabinet, you played tic tac toe with toothpaste on the perfectly aligned mirror, cleaned said mirror. And after almost three hours Chan still wasn’t back. You couldn’t help but feel like he might be doing it on purpose. But as four full hours in there were approaching, both you and Minho started to slowly lose your minds from not knowing what to do.

Once again you were seated on the floor, your backs against the bathtub.

“Have you been okay the past few days?” Minho suddenly asked catching you completely off guard with such a question.

“What do you mean?”

“You seem kind of out of it. Like your head is just floating in the clouds half of the time”, he said and then moved his head to look you in the eyes, the corner of his lips curling up into a smirk. “Perhaps you’ve fallen in love?”

He was obviously teasing you. Just like teachers would do when a kid wouldn’t pay attention in class. But it still made you heat up as if someone pushed your body into an oven. You weren’t sure what exactly to do, but for some reason, being honest felt like the best thing.

“I did. So?”

The attitude came out of nowhere and it certainly managed to throw Minho completely off.

“Wait, seriously?”

You gave him a short nod before turning your head and gaze in front of you so you could break the eye contact because it was becoming too much for you.

“So who’s this lucky guy of yours?” he asked scooting closer to you as if he’s about to hear some hot tea being spilled.

“No one special.”

“Oh, come on, y/n. You always tell me everything.”

“I kinda want to keep this one for myself”, you said while doing all your best to seem chill and not letting the chaos from inside of you get to the surface.

He shut up for a second, but you could tell this wasn’t over yet. He leaned his elbow on the edge of the bathtub to support his head that was now, as well as his upper body, completely facing you. “You worried?”

You gave him a short confused huh as a response, not really sure what he meant.

“You worried he’d turn you down or something?”

“Why would that be stopping me from telling you?”

“I don’t know. I’m just guessing.”

Suddenly there was silence. You glanced at him and saw him warmly looking at you, as if just his eyes are trying to tell you that he will be here no matter what. The silence felt heavy since you could just hear your heartbeat a lot more intensely.

“Then why don’t you wanna tell me?” he asked again, breaking the silence for a second.

Your body still felt hot. Your heartbeat was literally ringing in your ears. You felt as if gravity was pulling your entire body down as it felt heavy. “I guess I’m worried”, you said, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

You mustered just enough courage to not let your gaze drop and kept looking him into his eyes that seemed confused for a second, but then something sparked inside them. At that point your faces were so close that once again if you wanted and had the courage, you could’ve kissed him. But that didn’t work out, unfortunately. You didn’t get to lean over and give him a kiss because it was him who slowly got closer, locking your lips into a very short peck. Simply just brushing your lips against each other. For a second he moved back, as he was trying to tell whether he read the situation correctly. But seeing your lips form into a gorgeous wide smile, his lips quickly found their way back. Crushing against yours into a deep kiss. Another one. And another one. And soon enough his hand grabbed your leg and smoothly pulled you into his lap, your legs on each side of his body. He was kissing you with so much passion as his hands were holding your body, trying to press you as close as he can towards himself.

His lips tasted like mint. His hair felt soft going through your fingers. And it felt warm and safe being so close to him. You felt like you could’ve stayed like that forever, but just a moment later, you heard the door opening and Chan entering the apartment. Both of you quickly got up and fixed yourself before the bathroom door opened and you were finally set free.

“Sorry it took me so long. You two okay?”

“Splendid”, Minho smirked and went out, giving you a little wink behind Chan’s back.

Feeling a bit shaky from what just happened, you slowly went out, but just as you were passing Chan he stopped you by grabbing your arm and quietly asking, “Everything good?”

“Of course. Don’t worry”, you answered giving him just a cheeky little smile to go with it.

You went back to your apartment and threw your body on the couch just wanting to scream from so much joy into the pillow. Although you didn’t really get to actually talk with Minho about this since your mouths were too busy doing something else so you didn’t want to get too excited over it. Perhaps he just wanted to kiss you and end it at it. You never know. You couldn’t tell just where exactly were you standing with him as of that moment.

Being trapped in the bathroom for so long, it was already late afternoon. You microwaved some leftovers since you were starving and then just watched the tv while debating what to do next. But once again Minho was a step ahead of you when he sent you a text just saying to come over.

You didn’t think too much about it and just got up and walked into their apartment.

“You wanna talk about it?” you asked when you saw him sitting on the couch.

He got up, walked up to you and gently pulled you closer. “How about we talk about it over dinner tomorrow?” he asked with his usual confident smile before landing a short kiss on your lips.

“Tomorrow doesn’t really work for me”, you teased which made him just squeeze you in a tight hug.

“You really are impossible sometimes”, he laughed.

But already the moment later he was planting more kisses on you. They felt a lot more hungry this time so it wasn’t all that surprising when you ended on his bed, your hands wandering under his shirt feeling his hot skin and his wandering all over your body slowly undressing you. You never expected that a day that started with a mirror would end up with you passionately kissing Minho and feeling his gentle touch on your naked skin.

The night ended up in the best possible scenario you could’ve thought up in your head and your heart and body were filled with so much joy. Making you wish it would never end.

But the next morning came soon enough. And you woke up in his bed once again. Everything looked the same like last time, but the feeling was different. Just like last time, he was already up, just his presence still laying in bed. You got up and took one of his shirts being thrown over a chair, put it on and made your way outside in search for food. And just like last time you found Chan on the couch with a cereal bowl in his hands.

“Yo, Chan”, you called his name. “This time something happened last night”, you exclaimed all proud and cocky which just made him laugh out loud.

“Heard you’re having a special date tonight”, he added.

“Damn right I am.”

Despite feeling like just boasting the entire morning over your night, you still thanked Chan. Because who knows what would’ve happened if he didn’t give a few words of encouragement. You’d still stay trapped in the bathroom, but the scenario might have played out differently. But it didn’t. And you got what you wanted. You got Minho and it can only get wilder from this point on. And you couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for you and your favorite idiot.

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