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Criminal in My Mind: Chapter 19

Warnings: smut; hard sex; foul language Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader Word count: 1.4k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

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Minho and I finally got to talk about everything days after the incident. I also finally got to meet his mother when I came to the hospital to visit them and help them pack up for her discharge. Well, I actually met her way before I knew Minho existed since she is one of our loyal customers at the flower shop.

It is now two weeks later and all is well since then.

Minho and I are currently at the café about to meet up with Kibum and Jonghyun Oppa to resume planning their wedding.

When I come back to our table from claiming our drinks at the coffee bar, something feels off. “Here’s your unsweetened black coffee, baby. Trying to maintain your sexy abs?” I giggle, leaning in to kiss him, but he pulls away. “What’s going on?”

He doesn’t answer, though his face does. His eyebrows furrow, making them almost meet, and his lips form into a pout.

When I sit next to him, I notice my phone, displaying my text messages from different people. The first one was from him, the second is from Kibum, and the third one…

Oh.

Jinki sent me a text a few days ago saying that I should ignore whatever it was that I heard him say when I ran to him for comfort the night of the incident.

“I thought we tell each other everything,” Minho says, still pouting.

I’ve never seen him this way. At first, I was worried, but now, I can’t help but enjoy this because he is so fucking cute!

“Aww, honey, are you jealous of Lee Jinki?” I say in a baby voice, hugging him from his side but his arms are crossed together.

He faces the other way, acting like one of Kibum’s twins when he doesn’t get what he wants.

“You know we’re just friends, right? And I already rejected him a bunch of times.”

He keeps the same expression.

“Okay, well, I’ll just cancel what I’m planning to do later with you when we get home since you’re not talking to me,” I say, trying to intrigue him.

He turns his head to face me again, his eyes squint with curiosity.

Now that I got his attention, I put my hand on his lap under the table and lean into his ear. “I’m going to let you do what you want to me… all… night… long,” I whisper seductively while my hand slides its way to his crotch.

He then abruptly stands up from his seat and grabs my wrist. “Let’s get out of here,” he says as he pulls me hurriedly towards the door.

Jonghyun Oppa appears before we get there. “Hey, are you guys leaving already? Kibum is just parking the car.”

“Hi, Oppa!” I greet him, reaching for him into a hug. I lead him to our table as I glance at Minho for a second and see his utter frustration, which I find super funny.

. . .

It is now later on in the night and we just said our goodnights to the lovely betrothed couple.

“Quick, get in the car,” Minho says, sounding so eager.

He’s already in the driver’s seat when I get into the front seat as he locks the doors in a millisecond. He grabs my face by the jaws to hale me into his mouth, making me feel the hotness that he’s been feeling all night.

I pull away from him. “Can’t this wait when we get to the apartment?”

He sighs in annoyance. “Fine. We’re going to mine. It’s much closer.”

We drive to his building so fast that the tires screech so hard they almost started a wildfire.

As soon as we step into his apartment, I watch him hastily kick his sneakers off along with his socks. He runs to me while already taking off his jacket followed by his sweater. “Take off your damn pants,” he orders me, the veins in his temples might pop at any second.

“Will you calm down? I haven’t even taken off my jacket yet,” I say, partly taking my time and partly teasing him, as I walk to his kitchen across the flat.

“For fuck’s sake,” Minho grits ballistically, stomping towards me then harshly grabs the collar of my overcoat to take it off me and proceeds quickly to remove my tights under my dress along with my underwear. He then starts kissing me, his tongue already almost making its way to my throat. He walks forward to make me retreat backward, disregarding the stools we’re knocking over until my back meets the island. His movement is so quick and heavy that I almost stumble.

I can't even explain how unlawfully arousing this feels, him using these actions to tell me how much he wants me.

I gasp as soon as he bites me just below my jawline, his tongue biding down to my breast while cupping the other one. He gets angrier when my dress is still in the way, so he immediately unzips and pulls it up my arms and throws it far away from our grasp.

I feel a sense of slight calm his way now. He’s breathing less fast, yet still deep, while he admires every inch of my skin down to my scar with his nose and mouth. He unhooks my bra, chucks it to the floor, and goes back up to lock his lips onto mine.

He then pulls away for a second to meet my eyes. This time he takes his time, trying to contain himself the slightest serenity he has left at this moment. He stares at me lustfully, then eyes me at my bare chest. “Oh, God, what are you doing to me, Y/n? You make me want to unravel the criminal in my mind,” he exhales seductively, meeting my eyes again while softly running his fingers from my neck, and slowly, continuously, down to my already soaking folds, making me shiver.

His eyes don't leave mine when his finger starts rubbing my clit in a circular motion. The corner of his mouth curves into a smirk, reacting to my drastic change of facial expression. “You like that, huh?”

I can’t help but only respond with a hum, my brain drawing a blank in which words to use.

He then lifts me up to make me sit on the counter. He kisses me one more time and kneels down while pushing my thighs apart for his mouth to meet my waterfall. I involuntarily cry out loud as he is eating me so hungrily.

“Fuck, Minho,” I moan, grabbing his hair and nailing on his roots. I savor every second of this moment like there is no tomorrow.

I scream even louder once he begins inserting two of his fingers to and forth my hole while maintaining the work of his tongue. He quickly gets up to watch my face as he fists my breast. His fingertips start to shake inside me, making my eyeballs roll to the back of my skull. A gust of shockwaves explodes all over my being as my water splashes everywhere.

Just as when I’m beginning to see stars, Minho forces me off the island to turn me around with his large hands and make me bend over as I wobble because of my weakened legs. I hear him unbuckle his belt and lower his pants, then so easily slipping his hard cock into my behind.

“Fuck yes!” his moan is deep and loud.

He begins to thrust harder so soon as he quickens his pace. He grabs a chunk of my hair and pulls it closer to him so he can squeeze my breast, his hot breath to my ear. “How do you make me so weak, Y/n?” he grunts.

I whimper through this incredible fucking as he’s making me come again. He grabs my neck for a tighter grasp as our moans blend together.

“Oh, God, yes please!” I scream, my voice high and stuttering.

He groans louder and longer as he carries on thrusting, then eventually takes out his bursting head so I feel a slush of hot liquid land on my asscheeks.

I turn around to see his messy state with sweat all over his entire face down to his shiny abs. His chest and shoulders go up and down as he pants with his mouth open.

He pulls me in to kiss my head and settles me onto his chest as I hear his heartbeat spelling out my name.

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 12

Warning: smut (male receiving hand job and oral sex); foul language

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader Word count: 1.4k

Writer’s note: Again, if you’re not comfortable with smut, it’s okay to skip it. I put asterisk marks on where it starts and ends.

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MINHO

I took both Y/n and Lee Jinki home pretty late last night. A lot of times I just listened to them laugh at their inside jokes that I couldn’t relate to. I can’t say that I’m completely okay with it for now, but also, I can’t say that I’m mad about it. The fact that Y/n has close guy friends is something I’m yet to get used to. It took me a little by surprise when I walked in on her and Taemin interacting mischievously, but I didn’t want to act on it because I didn’t want her to think I’m insecure and jealous.

It is now the next day and it’s been five hours since I opened the café. There’s not been many people since breakfast time so I’m just behind the cash register reading a textbook for my class this afternoon.

I hear the entrance chime and when I look up, Y/n approaches the counter. She’s wearing a denim skirt that is shorter than the others she wore before.

“Hi, babe, can I get an iced black coffee please?” she asks with her flirty eyes, smiling so stunningly. She sounds so sexy when she calls me that.

I avoid her eyes because I may do something stupid. My throat starts to dry all of a sudden, making me swallow air.

Get it together, Choi, damn it! You’re at work for fuck’s sake.

“Psst,” Oh, well. I call out to her after I punch in her order.

She meets my eyes as she hands me her payment and raises her eyebrows with wonder. “Hmm?”

After I make her beverage and put it down on the claim counter, I first look at the very few customers scattered behind her. When I figure they’re all busy, minding their own business, I grip Y/n’s hand and pull her with me into the storage room just behind the coffee bar.

“Where are we-”

I shush her by smacking my lips onto hers once we’re out of sight. I can’t help myself that I’m a weak man falling in love with this gorgeous woman. I had to do something.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she pulls away. “What if somebody comes in?”

“Jinki doesn’t come in until after lunchtime. Why, do you not want to? I’ll stop.”

She giggles so cutely and shoves her tongue into my mouth.

I waltz us further into the room and boost her to put her down on one of the stacked up boxes. I then lift her skirt up a little to feel her warm crotch with my fingers.

She reacts by opening her mouth but I cover it with my other hand before she creates a sound, her whimpers jailed on my palm.

“Oh, God, I want you so bad,” I whisper into her ear. I bring my mouth down on her neck, sucking on it hungrily. Just as I feel her panties are getting damp, I hear the door chime outside and a sound of footsteps walking towards here.

“Shit.”

Panicking, I put her down with the best presence of mind I ever bring myself to have, and help her fix her hair by combing the ends with my fingers.

“Hey, Choi Minho, why aren’t you out here?”

“Hyung, you’re early,” I say casually, hoping Y/n and I don’t obviously look messed up. “I was just showing Y/n some videos on my phone and I didn’t want to disturb the customers.”

“Can that wait? Don’t leave the bar empty and put this on,” Manager Lee throws me the apron that I took off a minute ago. I know we’re friends, but he’s my manager first when we’re working.

“And you,” he turns to Y/n. “You’re not allowed back here during my working hours. Get out.”

“Sorry,” we both say at the same time.

Y/n is the first one to go and I follow her.

“Excuse me, your coffee,” I say when she’s almost out the main door.

As I watch her grab her cup and run further outside, I receive a hard smack at the back of my head.

“Hyung! That hurt,” I whine but trying not to laugh as I see him giving me a warning look.

“Wash your hands.”

“Yes, sir.”

. . .

It’s more than a week now. I’m just preparing myself to leave the café as I time off. To my relief, I only have one class this afternoon so I have more time to write my assigned papers before I pick up Y/n to meet up with Jonghyun and Kibum for dinner.

Jonghyun called me a few days ago to ask me to create a photography concept for their wedding and we’re going to discuss it tonight. I really appreciate that they thanked of me for doing this for them. I thought no one else would believe in my potential but my mom.

. . .

I’m now back at my apartment and just let myself crash onto my bed. I’ve been exhausted and sleepless for days because of research, projects, and presentations. I decided to close my eyes for a minute and let my eyes rest. Just as when I’m about to doze off, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I take it out and see Y/n’s name.

“Hey, baby,” I answer.

“Hi, babe, I heard from Taemin that you’ve been working your ass all week. Do you want me to come over instead of you picking me up?” I finally get to hear her voice and all of a sudden, I feel less tired.

“That would be great. You can stay with me while I get stuff done before we go,” I beg lovingly.

“Okay, I’ll be there in ten. I’m just picking up some snacks. I’ll see you soon,” she says before hanging up.

Since I got myself some boost from my lovable girlfriend’s voice, I get up from my bed and start working.

It is now three hours later and I’m just retouching layouts of my slides for one of my presentations. I’m sitting down on the carpet in front of the couch as my computer is on the coffee table in front of me. When I let out a deep sigh, I feel Y/n’s touch as she sits next to me.

She wraps her arms around me and fondles my stomach as her chin rests on my shoulder. “That looks great. I don’t think you still need to do anything in addition.”

“Thanks, babe, I want everything to be perfect.”

“I know, but I miss you,” she says before kissing my neck and a moan follows.

I know what she’s doing and I’d love to get it on but I’m so focused on my own business that I almost do not notice it.

Just as I’m switching to a different slide, Y/n’s hand slips inside my boxers, grabs my cock, and starts stroking softly. This time, her mouth is tasting the side of my face as she breathes next to my ear. Now that sends chills throughout my whole body. I can’t help but close my eyes and breathe deeply.

Y/n’s fist becomes tighter around me just as she begins to stroke faster. I have no choice but to lean back against the couch behind me and surrender. She takes my dick out of my clothing, bends down, and puts it in her mouth, motioning up and down so sloppily, her lips and tongue sucking every inch of my length. She definitely knows how to break me and send me to heaven at the same time.

She now takes my head tightly to her throat for a few seconds, making her gag.

“Oh, my God, Y/n!” I cry, grabbing her hair to lift her head back up so I can see her face. Which is all red, and her mouth is dripping. She stares me down with those fiery eyes and starts jerking me off again with her hand as I am close to finish.

“Mm, baby, you’re so hot,” she whispers into my ear after licking it.

I let out a long and loud grunt so she doesn’t stop. Before I know it, a gust of lustful pleasure spreads all over my being. Her hand is now covered with my cum.

With a small towel, she wipes my thighs before her own skin and kisses me one last time.

Out of breath, I settle my arm around her shoulder and pull her head very lightly closer to me so I can kiss her forehead for thanks and blissful relief.

She kisses my mouth. “Come on, let’s hit the road. Kibum and Jonghyun will be waiting,” she says before she gets up and starts getting ready.

Chapter 13

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 9

WARNING: smut; foul language

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader Word count: 1.9k (1.1k without the smut)

Writer’s note: If you’re not comfortable with smut, it’s okay to skip it. I put an asterisk mark on where it starts.

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As I now get irritated by Kibum and Jonghyun smooching off each others’ mouths, I watch Minho gather with my dad and some other guy I’ve hardly seen before. Must be one of his patients.

By the second I walk towards them, Minho is already by himself, his eyes to the floor, unblinking.

“Who was that?” I ask him.

“Your dad just introduced me to one of his patients,” he tells me. And there it is again, his obvious forced smile.

“Hey, do you want to go for a walk outside for a bit?” I suggest. “And we can get my mom’s vases on our way back.”

“Sure,” for some reason his smile becomes natural. He’s probably relieved that he’s catching a break from this crowd for a moment.

We step out the front door as the cold wind welcomes us. We walk our way to Minho’s car parked not far from here.

“Your parents are nice, kind of misleading from what you said earlier about them,” he starts while we walk.

When I least expect it, he interlocks his fingers with mine.

I can feel my temples starting to sweat, but I have to act cool. “Uh, y-yeah. They didn’t use to be like that though. I don’t know what happened but, one day, before I graduated college, it seemed like they just magically changed and told me to do whatever I want in life and just be happy.”

Minho laughs with his deep sexy, manly voice.

“How are you holding up?” I ask him after a few seconds of silence.

“I’m feeling better now,” he smiles as he puts his head down. “Thanks to you,” he then stares into my eyes.

My heart begins to jump as if trying to escape my ribs. His eyes are all I see now. His big beautiful dark brown eyes that reflect in the moonlight. The second I feel hot and realize that I’m staring back at him, I blink quickly and look down to break eye contact.

But Minho’s eyes do not leave me. He draws forward closer to me, making me back up until I reach his car behind me. He pulls me onto his body by my waist, then leans in for his lips to touch mine.

My stomach twists this very moment. I’m having trouble believing that his sweet soft lips are now on mine instead of the other way around. And more importantly, no one is drunk.

This night couldn’t be more perfect.

. . .

It is now deeper into the night and the last thing I remember was waving our goodbyes to my parents, Kibum and Jonghyun Oppa while getting in the car with Minho to drive back home.

But then, gradually, the space around me becomes claustrophobic. Why do I find myself in some kind of container? I start to hear the sound of hissing drills and loud cries. I feel the excruciating pain from the insides of my flank.

I try to scream for help but my voice comes out mute. The pain on my side intensifies the more I try to scream. I attempt to shake my body but it feels pinned still. Somebody grabs me by my arms and their grasp starts to tighten more and more like it’s going to break-

“Y/n!”

I gasp awake. Trembling. Catching my breath.

Minho is cupping my face in his hands. He seems disturbed and shocked.

After fear has struck me again, followed by a rush of relief so rapidly, my world starts to spin. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed and feel the urge to cry.

So I do. Hard. Burying my face into Minho’s embrace.

“It’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay,” he says softly as he consoles me, stroking my hair very lightly.

Minutes have passed and I’m still in Minho’s arms. He seems to have fallen asleep while we’re still in the car.

I feel the guilt nibbling my guts for tiring him so much.

“Minho?” I call out very softly.

He snorts awake, startled. “Are you okay?”

I can’t help but laugh a little because he is so fucking cute. “I’m fine. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, don’t,” he touches my face again. “I want you to be okay.”

I decided to let Minho stay over at my apartment for the night. He must be too exhausted to drive home since we had such a long day.

I walk into the living room closet to put out sheets and pillows for him but the shelf is too high for my tiny little limbs to reach. When I almost lose my balance, Minho catches me from behind.

“Be careful,” he says, helping me stand back up.

I suddenly feel hot out of embarrassment so I turn away from him. “Can you please get those down?” I point to the pillows and comforter at the top shelf.

Without looking back, I quickly run to the bathroom and face the mirror.

“Get your shit together, Y/n!” I whisper to myself.

I sigh at my reflection. I then brush my teeth and wash up for bed.

After a few minutes of a calming hot shower, I now wrap myself into my bathrobe. When I turn the knob and pull open the door, I get flabbergasted by Minho’s chest almost smashing my nose. I look up at him and I find myself stuttering, having no idea what to say.

“Sorry, I thought you’re already in your room,” he says, his face looking down at mine, confused and astounded.

Because I’m starting to panic and don’t know what to do, I just go with my instincts, rush to my bedroom, and slam the door behind me.

After eventually trying to catch my breath, I change into my pajamas. I then approach the door and put my ear against it, trying to figure out if Minho is already sleeping.

When I don’t hear anything, I pull the door open to reveal him with his fist in front of him, about to knock.

Time stops for us for who knows how long as we stare at each other, he takes one step towards me, then I bring myself forward to him. Before I realize it, we now crash our lips together.

***

I find myself in a moment that I never thought would happen this soon but still, deep inside, I was hoping it would. A rush of chill streams through my veins and my legs grow weak. I almost fall in toward him.

Minho opens his mouth to let his tongue find mine as I help him remove his jacket. With my arms now wrapped around his neck, he touches my lower back to inch me closer. Now my crotch is touching his hard-on.

His one hand then cups my cheek to push my face back slightly in order to catch some air, his thumb on my lower lip. When I open my eyes to look at him, his are closed.

He pulls me in again for a longer kiss. This time, it feels hotter and more exciting as our hungry mouths become sloppier together.

He then starts to move forward into my bedroom to make me motion backward until we reach the bed. He pulls away for a second, opens his eyes, and stares at me with those greedy lustful eyes. I can almost hear him say, “I hope you’re ready for this” under his fast breaths.

He leans in for one more taste before he seizes my legs apart with his strong hands that make me crash onto the mattress. He drags me to the center of the bed while continuing to kiss me and proceeds on top of me. He sinks himself into me as he starts to suck on my neck, immediately hitting just the right spot. I open my mouth for stunned pleasure. He now switches from his lips to his teeth and tongue.

“Minho,” I let out a moan. It makes his lips crawl down to my collarbone. My mouth begins to dry from breathing so quickly and so deeply. I reach for the hem of his t-shirt, sit up to pull it off his arms, and throw it to the floor.

Here, on top of me, uncovers Minho’s brawny alluring chest and his prominent seductive abs. I forget to breathe for a second. I admire his bare upper body. Now I’m afraid of what’s going to happen to me once his overall body unfolds before me.

I try to find the first button of my pajama top to get it undone when Minho grabs my hand and stops me.

“Let me undress you,” he says, his voice growing husky.

He leans forward to carry on kissing me while starts to unbutton my shirt. He grasps me by the shoulders and sits me up to completely strip my top off. Then pushes me back down gently.

His hand makes its way to my crotch, making me moan again. He hooks his fingers through the garter of my bottoms and pulls them down. He crawls back up to meet my eyes as his fingers find my clit and all the way down to my hole over my underwear, motioning them circularly, making me almost faint when he applies more pressure.

“Holy fuck, you’re soaking,” he groans.

He then almost hurriedly climbs off the bed to strip all his bottoms and reveal his muscled-up legs and already hardened manhood.

Fuck, this is it! This is how I’m going to die.

He reaches out to remove my panties. I observe him tower over me, touch his abs in worship as two of his fingers insert in and out of the crest of my waterfall.

I accidentally let out a loud cry as the hot sensation intensifies. He then settles on top of me, looks into my eyes, and lets me watch him bring his fingers to his lips and sucks on them.

He holds the end of his cock against my entrance and starts pushing in, filling up my hole all the way up to my spot. He slides in and out of me so effortlessly because he already got me wet ever since the closet, but I can still feel every inch of his length and thickness.

I can’t help but gasp as he is starting to thrust harder, and eventually, faster. Just as when I thought I could already die like this, he grunts at me with his face turning red as he shivers with lust, grabbing my thighs for more grip while he carries on slamming his hips against me repeatedly. Although he is panting, his pace is so quick and tough that I can hardly keep up.

Tears begin to form from my eyes for I am close to my climax. I’m whimpering for the unbelievable pleasure I’m receiving with him nailing my g-spot, together with the view of his firm movement and his body glistening with sweat in between my legs.

“Oh, God, Minho!” My scream is high and loud. I’m coming. “Fuck, I’m-”

I shake into paradise.

But Minho doesn’t even flinch from sustaining his pace. I’m already dead but he still continues to kill me. His moan grows louder.

He then stops, looks to the heavens and takes out his dick to let his head burst with his cum just below my belly button. And now lets out a long warm sigh from inhaling too much.

He pants deeply as he touches my forehead with his. Still shaking, he kisses me one more time on the lips. “God, you’re amazing,” he says under his breath. Then crashing onto the empty space next to me.

Chapter 10

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 10

Warning: nudity; foul language; slight violence

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader Word count: 1.7k

masterlist Chapter 9

MINHO

With the sunlight touching my eyelids warm, I wake up feeling Y/n’s breath on my skin and her hand resting on my chest. I move closer to her side while she is still fast asleep. I stare at her glowing skin for a moment, letting it sink in that something finally happened between us. And it was fucking incredible.

She looks so calm now, her lips curved up a little, but maybe that’s just my imagination reflecting from what I’m feeling right now. She’s now different from how she was when she was sleeping in the car last night having a nightmare. She is so beautiful that I could stay like this all day. I try to keep myself from touching her face. When I almost do, she slowly lifts up her eyelids and closes them back down again.

She smiles once she sees me looking at her. “Hi,” she says very softly, cupping my cheek with her delicate fingers. “I can’t believe I’m waking up next to you.”

I kiss her on her forehead. “You have no idea how happy you make me.”

“You amaze me.” Her eyes are still closed, trying to adjust to the brightness of the morning sun entering through the window.

I just stare at her, shaking my head in disbelief. If only I could elaborate how much she means to me.

She just laughs. So adorably I have to kiss her again and again. “Come on, let’s make some breakfast.”

I take off the sheets covering me and get up from the bed to look for my underwear around the room.

Good thing my classes don’t start till this afternoon. Do you have to work today?” I talk to her while walking across the bedroom, bending over to pick my clothes up piece by piece. When I don’t hear a response, I turn around and catch Y/n already sitting up with her head tilted and her eyes in my direction, but lower, seeming dazed. “Y/n?”

She shakes her head back to reality. “Sorry?”

I approach her again to kiss her on the lips then head out of the room to the kitchen and put some pants on.

. . .

I’m now back at my apartment hours later to take a shower and get ready for class. I have three two-hour classes today so it’s going to be a long afternoon. I had to get home a little earlier so I can stop by the library later to advance study since I was too busy being mind blown last night.

I glance at the mirror one last time to check my decency and take the apartment keys. Just as I'm about to walk to the front door, I hear somebody knock.

I open it and there is a familiar face.

“Min Hyunjae,” I mumble. My eyes widen in surprise.

“Have you been well, Choi Minho?”

I stare at him, not knowing how to react or what to say.

“You may be wondering how I got here. Or how I survived the explosion,” he starts, coming in and walking around the room uninvited. “I would’ve talked to you at the party when Dr. L/n introduced us, but I didn’t wanna ruin your moment with your girlfriend.”

“Hyunjae, I-”

“Save it!” he suddenly yells, making me flinch. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? Huh?”

I’m still confused. I have so many questions, but I don’t know where to begin.

“I was in the hospital for almost two years. In a coma for one and another for treatment and recovery,” he tells me coldly. “But not a single visit from you.”

“Hyunjae, I had no-”

“I said fucking save it, pretty boy! If you had no idea, why didn’t you even try to find me?” his voice weakens as tears start to form in his eyes. “If I meant so much to you...”

I stay silent. My heart feels for him as guilt builds up in my gut. I had no idea he was alive. I saw him being dragged by that man. For all I know they had killed him like what they did to my brother. And the building exploded. There’s no way somebody could have survived that.

“After my recovery, I looked for you everywhere. I went to your orphanage and looked up your records of where you might have been,” he continues, wiping away his tears. “I had guys looking for you in years and years…” he then approaches me and looks me in the eyes. “I thought that you might be dead, but I never gave up on you. I even decided to forgive you for not coming back for me and rather saved that stupid girl,” he grabs me by the collar of my jacket, hands trembling with rage, but calms down immediately. “You were all I had. I made it my remaining life’s mission to find you.” He turns away from me, walking to my kitchen counter.

I start to tear up as well. I should have looked for him. I should’ve never given up on him. Back then, all I wanted was to move on and live a new life. A better life. It never occurred to me that something from that past of mine still exists. I thought it was all over.

“Until…” He stops, making my heart sink. “...two years ago, I finally found you.” He turns to face me again. “After finding out that you’re perfectly fine, you’re perfectly happy without me, you’re...” he starts trembling again. “...perfect. It’s difficult to be happy for you. After all that I’ve been through, I thought that if I finally found you, all is fine and all is worth it and that we’ll be together again and start over.” He forms his fist, trying not to burst.

“Of course we can start over. It’s not too late,” I say, walking towards him to hug him, but before I know it, he throws his fist at my face, making me bleed and fall to the floor. His impact was so strong and unexpected, I almost lost consciousness.

“My doctors said I was lucky since nobody else survived. But you know what? Maybe it’s better if I didn’t.”

Before I attempt to get up and talk some sense into him, he’s already out the door. I touch my lip and see blood on my finger.

. . .

It’s now the next thirty hours and I had a long day, with a full shift at the café and those two-hour classes this afternoon. I’m exhausted. And my jaw still hurts from yesterday.

I decided to go see my mom in her office since I don’t have to see Y/n until later tonight after her shift at the flower shop.

Carrying five large boxes of pizza and a small one, I now enter my mom’s company building through the revolving doors and hop on an elevator to her floor. It’s been a while since I’ve been here and worked as one of Mom’s associate’s assistants. Even though I worked here for two years before, I still couldn’t understand what this company does. Nobody knew that I was the CEO’s son till I resigned and it was fun watching their reactions when they found out.

Employees bow to me as hellos while I pass by the halls. I find my old boss’s conference room and knock at his door. I open it to see him talking in front of his team then pauses once he sees me.

“Oh, you’re here!” he greets me as a big grin forms on his face. “Come in. Uh, everyone, this is the CEO’s son Mr. Choi Minho and my former assistant.” Another series of formal hellos follows.

“Please, I was just another employee. I hope you’re all doing well. Sorry for interrupting. I just stopped by to give you guys these,” I say as I put down two of the pizza boxes on their long table. “Keep up the good work, guys!”

After a series of formal ‘thank you’s, I step out of the room and walk to my mom’s department and also hand the groups of staff the large pizzas left on my hand.

When I reach my mom’s office, I open it very slightly to see if it’s okay to come in. She sees me as soon as I pop my head in, “Oh, hey, come on in. My secretary already told me you’re coming and handing out free pizzas.”

“Of course I got one for you too,” I tell her as I place the small box of pizza on her desk.”

She glares at me. “The small one? You got me the small one,” her tone sounds grouchy.

“What? Last time I checked you were watching over your weight,” I say in a defensive tone.

She laughs. “Alright, alright. Aren’t you gonna eat?” she asks me.

“I’m eating with Y/n later,” I inform her, feeling my face turning red.

“Ooh, is tonight the night?” she teases.

“Actually the night already happened.”

“What?” she screams, with her mouth smothered by a big bite of pizza.

“Yeah, we went to her parents’ house. That’s why I needed the car.”

“Forget about that. It’s yours if you want. Then, what happened?”

I carry on telling her all about the night at Y/n’s mom’s birthday party, how I met her friends, her parents, and how incredible of a woman she is. I then mention Min Hyunjae since she’s the only one who knows everything about me yet.

“Well, honey, I’m sure he’ll come around and to his senses. It’s not like it’s your fault. Don’t blame yourself, okay?”

I give her a sad smile.

Sometimes, I forget that I’m talking to my mom but rather a friend since I can automatically tell her everything, even my sex life, which is weird for a lot of people. But hey, most of them think we’re already weird as mother and son. I don’t care what they think. I’m just glad I have someone like her in my life.

An hour has passed after talking about her work and my studies. I now have to go and go pick up Y/n and I can’t be more excited.

“Have fun,” my mom says to me with an almost squeaky voice while I walk towards the door.

“Will do,” I smile at her.

“Wear protection!” I hear her say after I shut the door behind me.

I just laugh and carry on walking. Even though she’s like my best friend, she doesn’t forget to be a mom.

Chapter 11

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 1

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Y/N

“What... What’s happening?”

Different voices sound faint in the background. I try to adjust as my sight is still cloudy. I have no idea where I am. I start to fail catching my breath as soon as I realize that I can’t feel my arms when I attempt to feel my head where there’s excruciating pain other than the rest of my body aches all over.

Although everything is dark and blurry, I noticed that I’m sitting down with my knees bent to my face, a cloth smelling of gasoline fumes covers my nose and mouth. I’m in a cramped space that I can hardly move in, some kind of a big container. I look up and I see a small hole with light shining through.

What is going on? I can hear myself breathing rapidly.

Two men appear from above me and grab me forcefully on both of my arms to stand me up as I feel another severe pain. This time it’s somewhere on my hip.

Shit, it hurts! It hurts, it hurts. It fucking hurts!

Still catching up with my breath, my sight is fading black again while I hear drilling and hammering but I can’t tell where it’s coming from. I feel myself being dragged as burns forming on my heels. I start to panic—trying to jerk every part of my body, trying to break free. I’d shout for help but my lips down to my throat are too dry as if frozen.

I must have passed out for a minute because the next thing I know is complete silence and complete darkness. Suddenly, in front of me appears another man with blood all over his hands and a sledgehammer in one. “Stay still,” he says.

I try to scream again and finally, my voice rips out the loudest that I can, “Help!”

“Shh, relax, this is just a-”

“Dream!”

I jolt up. My pores drip with cold sweat and my heart throbs as if to break free from my ribs.

“It was just a dream,” I think out loud.

It’s been over a year since I last dreamt something about what happened when I was thirteen. I don’t even remember what exactly happened anymore. I just remember exactly how it felt, how terrifying it was. How I thought I was going to die. I’m not even sure how I survived, especially my surgeon. I received quite a beating from that event, such as severe bruises and deep cuts all over my body, internal bleeding along my insides. Two rib bones were so complicatedly twisted on my lower right flank that I needed surgery just for the doctors to fix them, which left a big scar down my side. I don’t know what’s worse: remembering how everything happened or remembering how it all felt. The memory of it all, although unclear...

I get freighted by the vibration of my phone against my nightstand. Jinki is calling.

“Lee Jinki, isn’t it too early for a flirtatious phone call? I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh, hey! I didn’t expect you to pick up right away. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just a bad dream. Gonna take a shower. I’m late for-”

“Wait! Stop by for breakfast. It’s on me.”

I roll my eyes and hang up. Jinki and I dated shortly after college for like a week or two so nothing was serious. We’re good friends now but he’s still claiming that there is still some kind of remaining spark between us. It’s getting old so I just always assume he’s joking every time he tells me that.

I decided not to wash my hair and just let it loose since I really am going to be late for work and I hate to bother going out with wet hair. I get dressed, I go for a pastel pink long-sleeved shirt tucked into a pair of high-waisted light blue jeans and my ivory cream high-top Chucks. I don’t bother for any makeup, which rarely happens, and rush out the front door then lock it behind me.

I hop on a cab taking it that there won’t be a bus stopping any second now.

I arrive at Jinki’s café, which is just on the next parallel street of the flower shop and just two neighborhoods away from home, “Hi, I’m here,” I call out even before I spot him.

“Good morning, Y/n!” Jinki greets cheerfully with his usual bright smile. “Wait, I think there’s something different,” he gestures both of his hands on my face.

“Oh, maybe it’s because I haven’t put any makeup-”

“You’re extra beautiful today,” his smile widens, and eyes almost disappear.

“-on,” I grit my teeth at him. “You shut up, Jinki! I’ll see you later,” I walk out the glass doors and nod at the barista as thanks for opening them for me.

I flash all the way to the flower shop that my sock slips off from my heel when I walk in, to already witness an early customer.

“There she is! My favorite employee. Y/n, sweetie, please come and talk to this fine lady right here. She has a lot of questions that are far beyond my energy to handle.”

“Sorry, I’m late, Mr. Lee. And everybody knows I’m your only employee who isn’t your son,” I joke back as Taemin pops in yawning, still in his morning glory.

“And everybody also knows that my son sucks at his job,” Mr. Lee shouts and smacks the back of his son’s head then points to another customer that has just walked in, ordering him to go and entertain.

As I mind my own customer, I catch a small glimpse of the guy Taemin’s talking to, who looks unimpressed. He has dark hair in a layered bowl style with his fringe covering more than half his forehead and would’ve definitely looked cuter if he smiled. They seem to already know each other. Weird thing is I feel like I’ve met him before. Was he in one of my classes in college? Does he go to the same gym class I do?

“For the petunia bouquet, can you add something else so it won’t look so plain?” the nice lady inquires further.

“Absolutely. Maybe I’ll add some purple azaleas or lilies, or maybe both if you’d like. What do you think?”

“Great! I’ll just entrust this on you, dear, okay?”

“No problem,” I assure her, not breaking a smile while I work the cash register for her down payment, I take one more quick look at the guy, who may now think I’m creepy so I’ll stop now. I hand over the receipt to the lady in front of me.

“Thanks! I’ll come back Friday to pick them up,” she announces.

“Thank you for coming in! I’ll make sure to ready your bouquets by then. Have a nice day!” I say, still smiling, opening the door for her to walk out.

As soon as I approach the guys, the other customer, probably coincidentally, is just walking out of the shop. I don’t know about everybody else who’s met him but he seems hostile to me.

And really really familiar. I can’t point my finger at it. “You know him?” I ask Taemin beside me.

“Yeah, we’re in a photography class together,” he tells me. “I tend to talk to him at school but he’s kind of scary.”

“Seems likely.”

“But I like him. I think he’s better once I get to know him.”

I laugh. “Anyway, what time do your classes start this afternoon?”

“2 o’clock.”

“Great. Can you deliver those bouquets due today for me? Please and thank you!” I sweetly ask him, pointing at a big box across the counter.

“Sure thing, Noona. Tell Dad I’ll be home late tonight,” he informs me while grabbing his backpack and the box of deliveries.

“Hot date?” I tease him.

“We’re just friends,” he said with a jokingly evil grin and a wink.

“Hey, Lee Taemin, don’t do anything stupid!”

Just like that, he’s out the door before I even finish my sentence.

Lunchtime is finally here. I’ve been arranging flowers all morning and handling customers whenever somebody comes in. Although I could never complain about my job since this is what I’ve ever wanted growing up.

I was born and raised in a different city where my parents live to this day about a two-hour drive away from here, or three hours if you took the bus since it has a lot of stops and depending on traffic. I moved to this city in my first year of college.

My mom and dad had been tight with me growing up, especially with academics, since they both have families that got master’s degrees and PhDs. At first, I didn’t mind studying hard and graduating with honors because I didn’t really know what I wanted to be in the future at the time. However, the more I aged, the more I realized that I hated studying. I’m not smart enough like my parents and my cousins and they had no idea how hard I must have worked in order for me to please them. I hated the attention whenever I received a first-place certificate or won local quiz bees and academic decathlons because, you know what, none of the trophies and medals I earned made me happy.

When I was kidnapped and held captive in some kind of box for days, all I thought about was flowers. I was missing my mom’s garden at home, and how it smelled in the morning before I went to school. I figured that flowers were all that I drew with crayons in kindergarten. It was the highlight of my days. At the time, in that container, I had foreboded that I was going to die.

Since the universe provided me a second chance to live, that’s when my life began. I did not want to be an academic overachiever, I wanted to have fun. Since then, my parents always scolded me for getting a B or a C, but I didn’t care. At least I never neglected my studies.

The day came when I had to move out to go to college and I couldn’t be more excited. Still without neglecting my academics, I started partying almost every weekend and dated whoever I wanted. Although, I honestly have never been in love before.

The rest is history, I found Mr. Lee’s flower shop. I applied for a job here three years ago, before I graduated.

“Did somebody order lunch?” Jinki walks into the shop. “How’s my love doing?”

“Fine, thank you for asking. And shut up,” I say. “You didn’t have to do this. You already gave me breakfast.”

“Oh, no, I don’t want my girl to starve,” he winks at me.”

“Hey, Lee Jinki! Give me a break, won’t you? I’m not yours.”

“Come on, I’m kidding. It already sank into me that you’re never gonna be mine. Plus, I actually met somebody.”

“No shit, really? Who?” I ask, surprised.

“I’m not gonna tell you now. We just started seeing each other and we’re not exclusive yet. I don’t even know if she likes me.”

“Well, I’m glad to see you moving on. Let me meet her when you’re ready.” I say to him as I pinch his cheek.

“Here we go,” he says after laying out all the food on the counter.

“Looks good, thank you,” I’m always thankful for Jinki. Even though we didn’t work out as romantic partners, I’m glad we’re friends. “Oh, by the way, Kibum is coming into town this Friday.”

“Oh, great. I only got to meet him once before but I think he’s really funny. How long ago was it when he last visited?” he asks while his mouth is full with rice.

“I think it was over a month ago when he told me the news about his engagement.”

“Looks like we have a fun weekend ahead. Although I might not join you the next day since I’m going home to my mom’s.”

“Great! Say hi to her for me.”

Chapter 2

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 6

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Last time I saw Y/n was over two weeks ago at the café while I was working the next morning of the night after she got drunk and made out with me. Well, that’s if seeing through her window almost every day at the flower shop before I go to class doesn’t count.

She was with that guy Kibum and another guy I haven’t seen before who’s, apparently, another close friend of hers. The way I saw it, they were teasing her non-stop for what happened to us two.

I can still picture the way she looked hungover, with her bare face, messy hair despite being in a top bun, and simple clothes. Just like when I saw her for the first time at the flower shop, but homier in the most beautiful way. Don’t get me wrong, I also love when she dresses up and paints her face like the way she looked that night. She smells of fresh fruits and flowers under the clear sunny sky.

“Choi Minho, are you still sleeping? Don’t you have to work?” My mom walks into my bedroom at her house. I spent the night here since her plane was scheduled to land at eleven P.M. last night and I picked her up at the airport.

“Jeez, Mom. I’m not a kid anymore. You don’t have to wake me up.” I sit up to see her bright face. She’s still in her dressing gown, getting ready for the day.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” I say.

“Is everything okay?” she sounds worried, making herself sit on the bed next to me.

“I’m confused about how I feel. Every time I see her, my world turns into a beautiful flower garden with butterflies and sunny skies. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Oh, nothing is wrong with you, honey. You just started to care for someone else besides your mom,” she giggles. “You’re going to be alright. If you really like this girl, you should do something about it. If you’re scared, just remember that you’ll never know unless you try.”

“Have you ever been in love before?” I ask.

“Well, I was in college then, taking up my undergrad in business. This was way before you came into my life. There was this guy a year ahead of me. I really cared for him. We got close and fell in love during summertime. When school started again, he chose to study abroad to advance his knowledge. And I never saw him again since. To this day, I still wonder what would have happened if we got together, whether if he stayed or if I followed him,” she tells me with her ever-soothing voice. “But of course I didn’t regret anything because if things happened differently, I never would’ve found you.” She places a kiss on top of my head.

I just smiled at her, hoping she knows how grateful I am for how things happened.

. . .

It’s now later on in the day and I just finished my shift. On my way to school, I pass by the flower shop to see how Y/n is doing. When I finally get to the window, she’s not there.

That’s odd. I’m pretty sure Tuesday isn’t her day off. I distinctly know that because she got drunk that Thursday night which means she doesn’t work on Fridays. And that one Friday, she was at the café all day with her friends. When I checked up on her last Monday, she wasn’t in either.

Wow, I just realized what a stalker I am. But where could she be? Is she sick of something?

. . .

When I walk out of the building after my class, I spot Taemin from about half a mile away gathered with his friends.

I catch up to him, “Taemin.”

“Hey, Hyung. What’s up, man?”

“Do you know where Y/n is? I dropped by the flower shop earlier but she’s nowhere around.” I try to sound as easygoing as possible.

“Oh, she is going out of town to visit her parents today. She leaves at four. Why?”

“My mom’s birthday is coming up. I wanted to buy a personalized bouquet for her,” that’s the best reason I could come up with right now.

“There are other good florists you can talk to from the shop. If you want I’ll call-”

“That’s okay, thanks!” I turn away from him and start brisk walking out of sight.

I eventually start to run as an idea comes to mind. I text my mom ahead to borrow one of her cars as soon as I find a seat on the bus.

I get off and hurriedly proceed to my mom’s garage, which has a fingerprint and number code system. I pick the simplest car she owns—a white Tucson. I grab the key hanging by the wall, unlock the car and get in.

It’s now fifteen past four so I hope I'm not too late. It’s a good thing I only have one class this afternoon.

Just as I turn the corner to her apartment building, I already spy Y/n walking down the sidewalk while carrying a backpack and a huge box. Perfect!

I put the car in hazard mode before pulling over to the side of the road. I honk once.

As per my luck, she stops and turns around.

I get out of the car and walk towards her. “Hey.”

She looks up, then there’s a pause. She’s just staring at me. Is she too surprised to see me to open her mouth and talk? Maybe she can’t see properly because of the sun’s rays.

“Oh, Minho, hey.” Finally. “Sorry, I couldn’t recognize you until you blocked the sun.” There’s your answer.

“Do you need help? I can drive you.”

“Oh, God. No, that’s okay. I’ll just take the bus,” she follows an awkward fake laugh.

“You’ll get that in a bus with that?” I point at the box. “Isn’t that quite inconvenient? Not just for you, but for other passengers as well. I always hate it when somebody sits beside me with a huge package. Well, two.” I insist, referring to her backpack which seems too big for her little body to carry. I'm trying not to sound too pushy but rather funnily charming.

“Minho, my parents’ house is a two-hour drive away. Are you sure it’s okay?” I can already see her sweat running down the side of her face.

So I first take her backpack then the heavy box and place them in the back seat. “Come on, get in,” I say as I open the passenger seat for her.

. . .

The car ride with Y/n has been quiet ever since she got in. I wonder what she’s thinking. I hope she’s not still embarrassed for what happened that night.

I have to start a conversation if she’s not going to talk any minute now. “So, Y/n, are you close with your parents?”

“We’re alright. They were exceedingly strict when I was growing up, especially my dad,” I’m relieved to hear her talk almost comfortably. “They wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor or get a PhD, but my only interest is flowers. I thought about getting a degree in Botany but whatever. I hate academics. What about you?”

“I never knew my parents,” I tell her openly. “My biological ones anyway.” I don’t mind telling people that.

“Hmm. Well, don’t you want to look for them?” she asks but doesn’t seem apologetic like it’s not her first time hearing such stories, which is quite adorably funny to me for some reason.

“Not at all,” I tell her. “I have my mom, so I’m perfectly content with that. She took me in when I was seventeen.”

“Really? How were you before she took you in?” I’m glad to experience her interest in me.

“I grew up in an orphanage until I turned fifteen.”

“Oh, wow. Really? Good thing you found your mom then,” she smiles at me.

“Well, actually, she found me. I’m the lucky one,” I smile back at her then return my eyes on the road. I’m pleasantly surprised by how she reacted. People always had the same reaction, such as awkward ‘oh’s and pitiful ‘sorry’s. Y/n is just different.

. . .

One hour into the road and it’s starting to dim. Red Light by f(x) is playing through the speakers and I hear Y/n humming along softly.

I decided to turn it up and start singing along as well, hoping for her to join in the bridge part.

And she does. “Miracle is coming…” then she points at me to sing the next line.

“But it’s taking so long…”

As we sing Luna’s part together, the car is filled up with our loud high-pitched cries, almost breaking the windows and rearview mirror.

We just carry on singing along together until the song ends.

“You are the red light!”

“That was awesome!” I burst out to her excitedly. “You definitely have a nice voice.”

“Well, I spent all my singing career in the shower, so...” she shrugs. “I didn’t expect for a guy like you to like something like that.”

“Are you kidding? I love f(x)! They’re my favorite girl group.” It’s almost hard for me to find somebody to share things like this with. Somehow, with Y/n, I got comfortable so easily and that face hurts from smiling.

Chapter 7

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 5

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Y/N

I wake up with a growing ache streaming through the veins in my head. My bedside clock says it’s nine A.M.

What happened last night? The last thing I remember is Jinki coming onto me and me pushing him away as a force of habit.

Okay, the usual. Nothing serious. I’m trying to think of anything stupid I might’ve done, but so far, nothing.

And laughing! I remember lots of laughing. What were we laughing about?

Oh, my God, Taemin! Taemin was there. Or was he really? I think I kissed him again like I did before. I’m still surprised we never grew awkward. I'm proud of us.

I throw my sheets and pillows to the floor as I look for my phone, but it is nowhere to be found.

“Kibum! Have you seen my phone?” I shout, assuming he’s still here and didn’t leave me despite the trash I am.

“What?” He dashes in with a toothbrush in his mouth.

“My phone.”

“Living room, coffee table,” he answers briefly before he goes back into the bathroom and spits. “You would’ve lost it if it wasn’t for Taemin and his friend,” his voice echoes.

Holy shit. Friend? What friend? My heart twists. “Who?” I finally say out loud, following him just by the bathroom doorway.

“Choi Minho. Sounds familiar?” he says with a mocking smile forming on his face.

“No shit,” I pause as if time stops with me at this very moment.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I run back to my bedroom and let myself fall onto my bed face first. “NO!”

Kibum guffaws, leaning his head back and clapping his hands in front of him. “Classic Y/n.”

“How the fuck did that happen? When did we even meet with them?” I can’t believe it. This is so fucking embarrassing.

“Girl, relax! Since when are you embarrassed from a drunken night? Besides, it’s okay,” he hushes me. “He’s actually kinda cool. He was just laughing the whole time we were in his car.”

In his car? I stare at him with an annoyed and confused look. I’m obviously freaking out.

He rolls his eyes, “He and Taemin took us home. They were working on some kind of a school project together. They just went out for a bit to buy some food,” his explanation calms me down a little.

“Wait, he’s not the one who put me in these pajamas, is he?”

“I’ll go ahead,” he ignores me. “I’m going to the café. Fix yourself up and catch up with me.”

I growl at myself and fall onto the bed again as Kibum’s out the front door.

After a few minutes of sinking, my phone vibrates in my hand. “Hello?”

“Noona, great stuff last night, huh?”

Shit. I thought embarrassment ended when Kibum left. “Taemin, no. Please, no.”

“I must say, I really thought I’m the one who you’re going to kiss again, but I guess you have someone else to that shit with now. Am I right?”

“How I wish it was just you who I kissed. It would be less humiliating!”

“By the way, a few days ago, while you were out for deliveries, he came by the flower shop with the same women who took me to the hospital. Turns out you were right. It was his mother. One less thing to worry about,” he informs me.

“Great. Whoopie,” I cheer sarcastically.

“Seriously, Noona, Minho Hyung is a cool guy. Don’t worry too much about it. It’s not like he’s different from guys you drunkenly kissed before.”

I sigh and hang up the phone.

But he is different. What if I blew my chance of getting to know him? I screwed everything up before it even started.

Ugh, I’m getting ahead of myself. Whatever! This is the most humiliated I’ve ever been.

Fuck me.

Gradually, I calm down and recall Minho’s face almost just an inch from mine. His big dark eyes staring back at my tired ones. I do remember that I had to be on my toes just to wrap my arms around his neck despite my heels. Not to mention his lips, as soft and sweet as cotton candy.

. . .

I arrive at the café and immediately spot Kibum’s blond head by the window. I sit beside him and hug my face down on the table as if it’s going to help my hangover as I moan.

“Hey, check out what Taemin just sent me.”

I gasp as I forcefully watch a video on his phone of me snogging Minho last night. I didn’t think it would look this dirty from how I thought it was, which is more and more embarrassing.

“Kibum, would you please stop that now!”

“For the record, I imagined it to be hotter and sexier,” a manly voice tells us from behind.

Fuck. My heart sank. It’s Minho.

Kibum snorts next to me. “Thank you!” he says, as Minho places our drinks on the table and looks my way.

I avoid his eyes. He is smiling goofily as he walks away from our table and back to his station.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” I whisper angrily to Kibum.

“What do you mean? He works here. Turns out he was the newly hired sexy guy that Jinki was talking about last night. Talk about meant to be!”

“Can we be serious for a moment? Please?” I ask him this very little favor.

“Is something wrong?” Kibum’s face suddenly turns serious.

“You know how I kissed guys in the past? Like what happened with Jinki, or with Taemin. They are basically not the type of guys I like. Right?” I just assume he understands right away.

Kibum stares at me, waiting for a further explanation. “I’m not sure if you’re even explaining yourself, honey, because I don’t fucking get it.”

“I like him! Okay? Well, at least I think I do. I’m sick of trying to spell things out for you. God!”

“Shit. Really?” his eyes widen like an anime character and his jaws drop thirty feet. Then he starts laughing again. “Wow, you’ve never felt this like before, have you? I’ve never seen you this humiliated before. Despite all the guys you went out with.”

“I know. This feels different. See, when I kissed Jinki and Taemin before, I did it, like, right away. But with Minho, I felt the strong desire to look deep into his eyes first for a moment and I didn’t even expect he’d stare back,” I recall while my heart flutters.

Kibum nods. “And, oh! He obviously kissed you back,” he says, showing me the video again. “Look at you.”

Kibum and I laugh, but this time, it’s less embarrassing. What is this feeling?

As we carry on sipping our coffees, I hear the chime of the little bell just above the doors, and there walks in one fine-ass Kim Jonghyun.

“Honey, look at this.” Kibum shows him the video.

Jonghyun kisses his fiancé’s forehead as a hello before wrinkling his brows in confusion as he sips coffee from Kibum’s cup.

When he figures out what’s happening, he abruptly snorts and chokes on liquid. “No way! Not again. Y/n, what the fuck is this?” he turns to me.

I glare at him, stressing out once again.

“Watch out, babe, ” Kibum laughs with him while wiping coffee off of his fiancé’s face. “That’s not the only news from her today.”

“I wouldn’t call that news, but alright,” Jonghyun Oppa shrugs, continues to mock me and gives me an annoying wink.

“She’s in love,” Kibum says in a singsong voice as he starts to really sing, “It’s that magic! New start with a new heart, with a new start, with a new heart.”

“Just imagine!” Jonghyun joins in and they both begin to dance.

I shake my head. “I hate you.”

Chapter 6

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 11

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I can’t get Minho out of my head. I’m still stuck to that night and it’s already been almost two days. I got snapped out from daydreaming by four customers today. Dear God, what is happening to me? I’ve slept with a bunch of hot guys in college but none of them made me like an idiot. I may sinfully sound like a lady pervert but I’m still crying for his abs. And, shit, that ass? It’s to fucking die for. I still involuntarily picture him getting up from the covers of my bed and walk around the room to look for his clothes. Trust me, I was going to help him but I just got distracted.

“Y/n Noona,” Taemin suddenly appears next to me, putting a finger in my ear which frightened me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I scratch my ear. “What do you want?”

He sighs. “I was telling you about the deliveries for tomorrow but…” He then looks at me suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. “Did something happen?” he asks me.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“That’s okay, Minho Hyung already told me anyway.”

“What?!” I yell at him, widening my eyes in surprise. “He’s already telling people? What is he thinking?”

“That was a joke,” he says. “I was just guessing.”

I stare at him, my jaw dropping in awe. “Oh. Uh… Well-”

“Holy shit,” he puts his hand over his mouth. “So something really has already happened between you two!” he starts teasing me, laughing like a crazy person, and runs around the room, making sex noises.

“Will you fucking stop that!” I chase him then jump at him to wrap my arm around his neck and bend down, squeezing his head. “How do you like that now, huh, Lee Taemin?”

“Okay, okay! I’ll stop, I’ll stop! Let go,” he is still laughing but starting to choke.

While the room is full of our screams and laughter, I hear the door chime from behind us. “Sorry, we’re already clo-”

I suddenly let go of Taemin when I see it’s Minho who has walked in. “Oh, hey, Minho.”

“Hey, you ready?” he says, looking at me and then at Taemin.

Awkward silence.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I walk to the counter to pick up my shoulder bag and put on my jacket. “Close up for me, Taemin. We’re going!”

I grab Minho’s hand and pull him with me as we step outside the flower shop.

He leads me to the passenger door of his car and opens it for me to get in. He proceeds around to the other side and gets in as well. He stares at me with his beautiful sparkling eyes.

“What?” I say, smiling back at him.

“Nothing. I think I just missed you,” he tells me before he touches my chin then leans in to kiss my lips.

The night is just beginning but I’m already feeling too much bliss in my heart.

Minho is taking me to a restaurant all the way across town where it’s difficult to make a reservation at only an hour’s notice but I guess his mother made some calls for us. I’m not quite into fancy restaurants and would rather have some pork belly barbeque and soju but I don’t mind it tonight since I’m going out with the sexiest man alive. It’s like a sin to resist him in my religion.

After the waiters place our food on the table, I look around the place and the people on the other tables wearing at least semi-formal attires. I really think I’m underdressed for this. But then again, I look at Minho and all my worries just go away. I mean, he’s not dressed formally either and he looks fine in that dark blue blouson jacket. I mean so fine.

“Hey, you okay? Do you want to go to another place to eat?” he asks me thoughtfully.

“No, no, it’s fine. The steak looks great,” I say, reassuring him.

So we start eating our dishes as we have a very pleasant conversation talking about his work in photography, which makes his eyes light up even more, and my college days with Kibum and Jonghyun Oppa.

“Kibum only went to the club with me twice, both times he threw up,” I tell him, making him laugh. “During the first time was when he met his fiancé. I don’t know if he knows this but I might’ve drunkenly hit on Jonghyun Oppa that night.”

Minho continues to chuckle as he just listens and carries on eating.

“They started going out after that time, but according to Kibum, they weren’t exclusive then. So the second time I brought him along to party, he went home with a girl by the end of the night.”

“No. Really?” he says as his eyes widen before taking another bite of his food.

“That’s not the catch yet. It wasn’t till the babies were born when we found out that the girl had them.”

Minho suddenly coughs then takes his glass of water. “Sorry.”

I start laughing as well. “You okay?”

“What did you mean when you said ‘babies’?”

“Oh, Kibum and the girl had boy twins.”

He is still coughing. “Oh, shit, no offense to him but I didn’t see him being a dad. And to a pair of twins at that.”

“I know, that’s what I thought too. Even he thought that he wasn’t ready. But in the end, he stood by what happened and took the boys with him since the girl refused to.”

“How did Jonghyun take it?”

“He was devastated. He stopped talking to me too. They hit a rough patch but eventually worked it out and Jonghyun now loves the kids as his own.

“Good for them,” he cheers on, clearing his throat. “You know, I always wondered how my mom felt when she decided to take me in, a seventeen-year-old. And she was so young back then,” he openly tells me.

“Are you kidding? She looks so young even now,” I interrupt. “Did you ever ask her that?”

“She just always told me that I changed her life. She never thought she could care so much for a kid since she never even planned to have a family of her own.”

I nod along as I listen to him wholeheartedly. I love the expression on his face whenever he talks about his mom. I could see a little vulnerability in him so naturally. He doesn’t try to hide it at all.

“Anyway, I already told her about us going out and she said it’ll be lovely to meet you,” he informs me.

Now it’s my turn to choke on my food. I’m coughing so hard my throat starts to hurt.

“You okay? It’s fine, I won’t let you meet her if you’re not ready of course,” he says, touching my hand on the table as comfort.

“No, no,” I apologize before I take a sip of my water. “I won’t mind it. I’d be thrilled to meet her, too, of course. It’s just I’ve never met a guy’s parent before since I never felt so serious in a relationship. Well, I met Jinki’s mom, but that was way after we dated.”

“Oh, I understand. I had pretty serious relationships before that lasted months. I also told my mom about them but I introduced only one of them and she didn’t quite like her. Sorry I surprised you, I just got excited that my mom already likes you even if she hasn’t met you yet.”

“How does that happen?”.

“Must be a mother’s instinct shit,” he says, letting out a soft laugh as he touches my head in admiration.

. . .

Dinner just ended and we’re back in Minho’s car. Time has passed so fast, my heart aches that he’s taking me home already. I don’t want to be apart from him yet but we’re already in my neighborhood.

“Hey, you know, it’s still early. Why don’t we have dessert at the café? On me,” I say, thinking how I’d love to eat dessert off his abs. I fold my lips together as I feel my face burning from the thought.

“Hmm,” he pauses to think. “I don’t think I’m in a mood to eat dessert off of somebody’s body tonight.”

Good God! I know he’s joking but it’s the kind to give me a heart attack.

He doesn’t wait for my reply and just chuckles. “Yeah, sure. I don’t want to go home yet anyway,” he turns his head to me for a second, smiling.

We now pull over at the café’s parking space. Just as I get out of the car, I spot Jinki carrying full garbage bags in both hands.

“Lee Jinki!” I call out as I run to him, Minho following behind me.

“What are you guys doing here?” he asks, wiping sweat with his shoulder.

“Let me help you with those, Hyung,” Minho tells him as he takes one of the bags. “Where are the others? Isn’t this supposed to be their job?”

“They had a party to get to so I just let them be. I’m okay,” Jinki replies.

“Wait, since when are you two close enough for one to be called ‘Hyung’?” I’m surprised by their interaction.

“At least someone is decent enough to call me that, acknowledging that I’m older than them,” he glares at me.

“Well, it’s not my fault you don’t look older. To me, you’re just a baby!”

“Wait, your baby?” he says before putting down the huge bag then gives me a wink.

“Hyung, you know I respect you and all but don’t flirt with your ex,” Minho joins in. “Oh, wait, no. Don’t flirt with my girlfriend!”

“Sorry, force of habit,” Jinki shrugs. I’m starting to think I’m being ganged up on by these two. “What is going on here? You guys are starting to freak me out.”

They just burst out laughing at me.

“Come on inside, guys,” Jinki offers.

“Are you sure it’s okay? I mean you’re already closed, Oppa?” I emphasize the word into his ear.

We walk into the empty café and sit at one of the tables near the counter. The night just goes on while the three of us have a perfectly comfortable conversation and share laughs. Eventually, we lose track of time.

Chapter 12

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MINHO

I can’t believe he’s still alive. I thought I saw him die. I was there when the building collapsed.

It was Min Hyunjae. It had to be him. I wasn’t mistaken. I’m not crazy. It was him who I saw on campus wearing a hood over his head. And now he’s here? What is he planning to do?

I was fine telling anyone about my childhood. However, what happened between age fifteen and seventeen is a mystery that everyone who knows me never knew came about.

It was the night of my fifteenth birthday at the orphanage and I had just blown out my candle. Bedtime arrived but I was still hoping for my wish to come true. Before I knew it, there was a knock on the window of my bedroom. Turns out it was my big brother, fulfilling his promise that he’d get me out of there. As history confirms, he was successful in doing so, and my wish came true.

He was already part of the syndicate when he signed me in. I had no idea what it was for, but, at the time, I’d rather go anywhere but back to the orphanage.

A few months later, new kids are all gathered up in a room to be taught how exactly to do the job. We were also trained to fight. And there, I met Min Hyunjae.

Hyunjae was my only friend. We were inseparable. Both of us were forced to be there and lure girls our age into that dingy old warehouse, where they would be kept captive in barrels and only the universe knows what was next for them. Hyunjae and I stuck together in doing the job. We would go to high school events and club parties to meet with innocent high school girls. We would be punished together every time we failed.

I still remember the night when Hyung brought a specific girl to the building who was quite younger than the ones we usually take in. It didn’t even look like she was a teenager then. Days had gone by when he decided that he couldn’t take it anymore. He told me his plan to call the authorities and escape together with Hyunjae. I was sure it had something to do with the girl, but he never told me what would happen to her if we didn’t go through with the plan. We just knew it was time.

The night came when we finally put an end to everything. The building was surrounded by police cars. While Hyung was about to get Hyunjae and I was supposed to run to the exits, I decided on a different plan to save the girl. While I was running towards the exit gate with her hand in mine, I heard Hyunjae call out my name, weeping.

“Hyung is gone,” he cried. As it seemed, my brother was drilled to death for being caught that he was the one who called the cops. Before we even anticipated it, a man grabbed Hyunjae from behind and took him back inside the warehouse. I had no choice but to run before other guys came for me too, dragging the girl with me.

I successfully took her away from the building and made sure she got to the police’s hands safely. However, my job wasn’t done yet. When I was about to go back for Hyunjae, an explosion rang my ears deaf. Despite it, I still ran into the burning building. I tried to hold onto hope and look for him when a policeman grabbed me, got me under control, and took me into a police car. In that police car was her.

I still remember the last words I said to her. I looked into her teary eyes and said, “Be safe, okay?”

After a minute or two, I found an opportunity to run for it.

I ran all night. I didn’t stop. I didn’t know how long I was running and how far I had come. Eventually, my legs started to tremble and I began to feel light-headed. While I was already trudging, a car hit me from behind, causing my internal bleeding and first life gone. The lady who was driving is now my mother.

. . .

“Here we are.”

I shake myself calm and collected as Y/n rings the doorbell of her parents’ house. I can already hear people jabbering from inside.

A tiny woman with wrinkled but flawless skin answers the door. I now know where Y/n got her cute height. “Oh, darling, it’s so good to see you!” She reaches out her arms to Y/n and gives her a kiss on the cheek.”

“Happy birthday, Mother,” Y/n smiles widely. “Oh, this is Choi Minho. He kindly drove with me all the way here because I was carrying a bag full of old clothes and a box of your heavy vases,” she laughs sarcastically.

“Oh, right, the box,” I just remember. “I’ll be right-”

“No, no, no,” Y/n’s mom insists. “Come on in. We’ll get that box later. Let me take this.” She takes the cake from my hands. “It’s very nice to meet you, Minho,” she looks up to me and smiles.”

“Pleasure is mine,” I smile back at her.

We’re now walking into the house, making our way across the living room, and stepping out to the garden. I watch the place from side to side, full of decorations. Balloons, banners, and not to mention, flowers in strings hung all over the walls besides already having various kinds planted along the grass.

I’d say this is probably too much for a fifty-fifth birthday but it’s just light and elegant to look at.

“Wow, this party is no joke,” I say to Y/n in full amazement.

“Why, thank you for that wonderful compliment! I worked my ass off for this,” a light brown-haired man in a cerulean blue suit appears in front of us.

“Oppa!” Y/n calls out and throws the guy a huge hug.

‘Oppa’? Who the fuck is this guy? Why do her friends all have to be guys? And why do they have to be so good-looking? Hmm, well, at least I’m way taller than him.

“I’ll leave you kids alone,” Y/n’s mom turns away from us to entertain her other guests.

Wait. I remember him. He was with Y/n and Kibum at the café the morning after she got drunk. I almost didn’t recognize him up close. Back then he had hair that was black and longer.

“Oppa, this is Minho,” she introduces me after their exchange of sweet laughter. “Minho, this is Kim Jonghyun. He’s one of our best friends from college and now Kibum’s fiancé.”

Oh. I process that for a moment. “Oh, hi!” I now show a genuine smile. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks, man! Come with me, let’s get something to drink.”

I look to Y/n, asking with my eyes if it’s okay to leave her for a bit.

“Go ahead,” she mouths as Jonghyun is already pulling me with him towards the bar.

As we walk across the garden, here comes Kibum, whose hair is now darker and longer to the top of his ears.

“Look who’s here! If it isn’t Choi Minho,” he sounds like he had a lot to drink already. “Hey, babe,” he kisses Jonghyun on the lips, then turns to me.

“Hey, Kibum! Having fun, huh?”

“You bet. The drinks are amazing!” he shouts despite our close distance. “I’ll catch you guys later.” He waves flirtatiously at Jonghyun and makes his way to Y/n. Before I know it, they disappear into the crowd.

“Great party. It’s sweet of you to do this for Y/n’s mom,” I give Jonghyun my praise.

“Thanks. Professor by day, party planner by night.”

“Nice. What do you teach?”

“I teach Music and Song Writing at the state university,” he informs me. “I hear you’re an artist yourself. What do you study?”

“I major in Photography. I wouldn’t call myself an artist yet. I just started going to school a year ago.”

“That’s great. You should be proud,” he pats me on the shoulder.

I thought I was done being amazed by Y/n, but it’s no wonder why many people love her, who are just as warm as her.

Jonghyun and I continue to exchange topics about arts and music when a tall man, taller than me, with graying hair and a drink in his hand approaches us.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Hello,” Jonghyun bows to him, greeting him formally.

“Thanks for the party, Jonghyun. These cocktails are great!”

“Not at all, Dr. L/n,” Jonghyun says. “Let me introduce you to my and Y/n’s friend, Choi Minho.” He then looks at me, “Y/n’s father is a surgeon.”

“A pleasure to meet you, doctor,” I shake the man’s hand, trying to decide whether to be delighted or intimidated.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Minho. Y/n calls us almost everyday and you’re all she talks about.”

I can feel my face flush.

. . .

Time passes by slowly, only because I haven’t seen Y/n in a minute. I have to say, her parents are not as bad as she told me while we were in the car. Now that I’ve met them, I can’t imagine them as being strict and suffocating as she described.

Y/n’s father just told me a funny story of how, one night, she came home drunk during her college days, she burst everything out to them. About how unhappy she was that they wouldn’t accept her for who she is. To this day, she doesn’t remember it and they’re trying to keep it that way.

With a drink in my hand, I’m now just admiring her from afar talking to her parents and other guests. I really did make a good choice of helping her carry that big heavy box. Now, I just think, damn, she’s far more stunning than how I was imagining when I didn’t get to be with her in the last couple of weeks. I thought looking after her through her window is already enough, but now, I can’t help but want more of her. I’m more than happy and esteemed to enter her world and hopefully, eventually, I’ll be a part of it.

Chapter 9

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I’m having more fun during this car ride with Minho than I expected to. I’m really pleased that I got cozy with him right away despite that one drunken night.

It’s been over an hour now since we’ve hit the road and we’ve had slightly personal, pleasant conversations. We’ve even sung along to music I didn’t expect a guy like him to like. I’m more than honored to learn about his pasts and glad that he openly shared them with me. Like when his mother took him in, how she helped him find his passion and that it’s never too late. He even mentioned that she’s worried that she loved him too much that no woman is going to be good enough for him.

God, I hope that’s not true.

“What?” Minho suddenly asks.

“Huh?” Shit, did I say that out loud? “Nothing, it’s just we’re almost at the exit.

“Already?” He pouts. “That was quick.”

“Apparently,” I sigh. “The house now is just half an hour away at least. Depending on the traffic when we enter the city.”

“I hope there’s traffic,” Minho says, almost mumbling.

“No way. I don’t want to be late for my mom’s birthday.”

“It’s your mom’s birthday?” he says loudly in shock.

“Yeah, didn’t I tell you? They’re having a party,” I chuckle. “Sorry, I was busy singing along.”

“But I didn’t get her anything,” he makes an adorable sad childlike face.

“It’s not a big deal. We’ll just tell her that some of the vases are from you.”

“Oh, are those vases?” he points at the massive box at the backseat. “Why are they so heavy?”

“My mom likes them thick and heavy so they’re not easy to knock over. It’s rare to find those kinds in my hometown, so I got her as many as I could. When I was a kid, my cousins and I always accidentally broke her vases.”

He nods to show acknowledgment. “I’m going to buy something anyway. Do they like cheesecake?”

. . .

We stop by a bakery to let Minho buy something for the party since he kept on insisting. I figured I’d stay in the car so we wouldn’t take up too much time. I watch him from my side of the window through the store’s transparent doors across the street as he’s paying for the box of cake he’s holding.

I sigh at his gorgeousness. How could I ever land a guy like that when I’m just a boring tiny florist?

He smiles at me and waves so adorably with his hand high up in the air. He is now walking back towards the car.

However, halfway here, his grin fades into a frown, and stops by the sidewalk. His eyes widen, eyebrows almost meet, and his lips slightly part. He looks shocked and confused.

“Minho. Come on, we’re going to be late,�� I try calling out to him, but he still holds the same expression.

“Minho!” I try again.

Then he continues to make his way towards here, almost running, then gets into the driver’s seat. He doesn’t say a thing.

“Are you okay?” I ask him worriedly.

“Uh, of course. I bought you a custard cream bun. I thought you might be hungry,” he smiles, but I’m pretty sure it’s fake, while he hands me the bread in a small paper bag.

“Thanks,” I say, puzzled of whether or not I should push him to tell me what’s wrong. His mood obviously changed in a second.

. . .

We now arrive at my parents’ driveway. The drive here from the bakery only took ten minutes but it felt like hours. It was quiet, but not the happy or the comfortable kind. Clearly, there is something wrong, he just won’t tell me.

I have to say something. “Minho, are you sure you’re okay? We don’t have to come in right away.”

“No, it’s okay. Really. Let’s just meet your parents and have a good time in there. I don’t want to ruin anything,” he comforts me even though he’s the one who’s not doing fine. “I’ll tell you when the time is right. Okay?”

I nod and give him a toothless smile.

We get out of the car and shortly walk to the front door of the house.

“Here we are,” I announce before ringing the doorbell. I take one last glimpse of Minho, making sure he’s truly okay.

Chapter 8

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MINHO

I will start at my new job at the café tomorrow morning. So I’m free for the rest of the day, which is such a relief since I had a bad morning.

I now walk out of the café to my mother’s house to pay her a little visit while she is still in town. I pass by the flower shop again, the one I stopped by this morning to look for designs for my photography set before I went to my orientation with Lee Jinki.

Now that I think about it, I feel quite bad for being an ass then. That annoying kid, Taemin, from my photography class, was there. Turns out his father owns the shop. There was that small pretty girl who also works there. I’m not quite sure but I think I’ve seen her before. I’m just not sure where from.

Finding the flower shop’s window again, she’s still in there, working with those light pink ribbons, arranging flowers of various kinds like how they’re supposed to be. Does she know she lights up when she’s around flowers? I can’t believe I never noticed her before. Does she live around here? I wonder if she and Taemin are close. From what vibe I felt this morning, they’re utterly comfortable around each other.

“Choi Minho!” a lovely voice of a woman yells out from across the street.

It’s my mom in her car, glowing as ever. She’s quite young and even younger-looking so people either think we’re siblings or a couple. I will always remember how she went through for me even if she didn’t really have a thing for creating a family of her own because of her career. I never knew my real parents so her taking me in was the best thing that ever happened in my life. She’s the only one who knew my history but loved me as her own anyway.

“Mom! I was just on my way to yours. Where are you going?”

“Oh, it’s a good thing I caught you then. I’m going to the mall to buy some stuff for my trip. Wanna come?”

I nod with a big smile on my face and get in the passenger seat. It’s been a while since I went shopping with her for she’s traveling a lot. What I admire more about her is that despite her busy schedule, she never failed to take care of me. Although I was seventeen back then and according to her, I wasn’t that of a handful and was more independent than she thought for a teenager. Now, I’m 25, she’s worried that she might have babied me too much that I wouldn’t find a girl to marry.

“So what’s her name?” she asks me randomly.

“Whose name?”

“That girl from the flower shop. I saw you staring through her window. She’s pretty, huh?” she teases, showing a little excitement. “It’s from that shop that delivers me flowers every month.”

“Yeah, well, I was kinda rude to them when I went this morning. I had a bad dream and my ear started ringing again,” I tell her openly.

“Yeah? Did you go see Dr. Jang?”

“Mom,” I say, annoyed at her.

“What? He helped me with my anxiety and now I’m doing much better.”

“No, I didn’t. And I don’t want to. Besides, I got a job. I start tomorrow.”

“Really? That’s so great! Where?”

“SM Café.”

“Oh, yeah. I love it there. The manager’s very nice. I once got a free cinnamon roll.”

“Every guy on the planet is nice to you, Mom,” I kid.

She hisses. “Anyway, I’m so proud of you!”

There aren't many people at the mall since it’s a weekday and nothing’s on sale. Empty malls give me a sense of calm in a way I cannot explain. Nobody from school to run into, no loud crying babies, no shopping carts from department stores that kids stole to play race car with, no noisy high school students. It’s like I’m in a whole new world. Or maybe I’m just happy to be here with my mom since she had been gone for two weeks and now she is going away again on another business trip.

A few hours later now and in my hands are all the shopping bags of hers that contain stuff I don’t even recognize. I carry them all the way to the parking lot to load them into the trunk of the car.

On our drive back to my mom’s house, as we stop at a red light, I spy Taemin from my window at a far distance, maybe almost two miles, just outside our campus. He looks scared, like running away from something, looking for someplace to hide.

“You know him?” Mom notices him, too.

Just then, I watch three guys following him. He’s about to head to an alley and he’ll eventually have nowhere to run.

“Mom, circle back, okay?” I ask her and quickly get out of the car, assuming she understood what favor I asked her to do.

I begin to race towards the street where Taemin went despite almost getting hit and honked at by buses and cars.

I finally see him. Now he is on the ground receiving punches and kicks from those guys.

“Hey!” I call out to them.

I try to catch them but they start running the other way to escape once they see me.

I dash over to Taemin, whose face is now covered in blood. “Shit, are you okay? Taemin, can you hear me?” I try to shake him awake but I get no response.

I hear my mom’s car screeching towards us. I pick Taemin up and take him into the backseat. We rush him to the emergency room.

After an hour of waiting, my mom has gone home to go through her shopping bags and pack up for her trip, a doctor calls out to me and gestures me to follow him.

I stand beside Taemin’s bed. He's got a casted right arm and a bandaged nose. For some reason, I feel worried.

“He’s going to be okay. His arm and his nose are just minorly broken so it’s nothing serious. You should report this to the police. I’ll be back for his other results. Stay put,” the doctor calmly informs me before walking away.

“Thanks for what you did back there, man. Could you do me another favor and not call my dad? Call Y/n Noona instead.”

I just smile at him with concern. A gush of relief fills my chest, which is a little weird because I don’t usually come this far to help out strangers.

As per his plea, I take his phone from the bedside to find Y/n’s number and dial it onto mine.

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I just received a phone call from Minho to notify me that Taemin has been brought to the hospital. I’m now in a cab on my way there, out of breath from being anxious and in a hurry at the same time.

I just told that kid not to do something stupid!

Minho told me that Taemin’s going to be okay but what I’m worried about now is keeping this a secret. I hate lying to Mr. Lee.

So, that’s his name. Minho, like from the book series, Maze Runner. He didn’t sound hostile at all when I talked to him on the phone. He actually sounded reassuring and respectful.

I arrive at the emergency room and immediately catch the sight of him as he stands up to approach me.

“Hey, thank you so much for being here for him. I’m Y/n. Where is he?”

“Right in there,” Minho leads me to Taemin. Although I find myself staring at his back for a second, eyeing his features briefly, as I’m quite astonished by his obvious handsomeness.

I walk right up to Taemin, almost teary. “What happened to you? I thought I already told you not to do something stupid!”

“It’s not my fault, Noona. My girlfriend’s ex and his friends got back at me for stealing her, which is not really the case at all. She came onto me!”

This kid is so adorable that he never fails to make me laugh. I could never be mad at him. “Well, I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Thanks to Minho Hyung. He would’ve fought off those guys if they hadn’t run away fast enough. He and his pretty girlfriend helped me and rushed me over here. For free I might add.”

I turn to Minho, “Oh, you didn’t have to do that. I promise we’ll pay you back.”

He chuckles charmingly, “There’s no need for that. Anyway, I have to go. I have to drop my mom off at the airport. Taemin, stay out of trouble.”

We watch him walk away. He does look cuter when he smiles. The chuckle with his deep voice was just a bonus. For some reason, he has this flaming charisma that I find sexy. With his muscular manly figure showing off despite wearing a loose shirt, and his long arms and legs. I wonder how tall he is. And that ass? I mean no disrespect but fuck!

“Was that really his girlfriend that drove you here or was it his mom or his sister?”

“I think she’s too young to be that guy’s mom. Why, do you like him?”

“I didn’t say that!” My voice sounds so high and loud that I seem defensive.

“Oh, please. You’re already smitten,” he continues to annoy me. “Not only is he hot and handsome, but he’s really kind, too. God, I’ll be all over that guy if I was a woman. Or gay.”

I laugh at what Taemin says. Regardless of how ridiculous that sounds, I’m afraid that he might be right.

. . .

Days have gone by after that Taemin incident. It’s finally my day off tomorrow! I have over an hour left before my shift ends.

I will finally get to see Kibum tonight, who I haven’t seen in a long time. We barely hang out anymore ever since he moved out of town with his own family for a bigger place.

He’s been my best friend since junior high school. I had no friends back then because everybody’s too uncomfortable to speak to me after I survived the abduction. He was the new kid in school. One lunchtime, I was having trouble pumping ketchup onto my plate because my limbs were too small and weak. He then helped me out since he’s surprisingly strong for quite a skinny guy at the time. Since then, after we first shared our love for ketchup, that’s how we came to be. We also went to the same college and got the same undergraduate, only he carried on his studies to pursue dermatology and I finally got to be a florist.

Speak of the devil, “Kim Kibum!” I answer my phone.

“I hope you’re carrying some aspirin with you because we are gonna party until roofs blow off!”

“Who are you kidding? You hate clubs,” I get confused at first but immediately realize he’s just being sarcastic.”

“The fuck I do. I just thought I could trick you. But we’re still drinking. I went into clubs so rarely in college but now, I have three-year-old boy twins and a fiancé, who I met in one of those clubs,” he laughs too loudly. Funny for someone who hates noisy and crowded places.

“I know. I was there the whole fucking time! Is Jonghyun Oppa coming, too?” I ask him.

“Uh, no, he went home to his mom with the boys. It’s just a few neighborhoods away from where you are. He might come and join us tomorrow morning.”

“That’s fine. We can just meet up at SM Café.”

“Oh, are still friends with that Jinki guy? I thought we didn't like him anymore.”

“Hey, come on, we only went out for a week. We didn’t even sleep together. Plus, he is a perfect gentleman, although sometimes annoying because of his jokes. But there’s no reason to fall out.”

“Does he still flirt with you?” he asks me teasingly.

“Yes, be right there,” I tell a customer who has just walked in and called out for assistance. “Hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you later, honey. Love you. Bye.”

I hang up and instantly turn to the customer by the vases section of the store.

After almost an hour discussing kinds of soil, pots, and vases with a customer, Mr. Lee comes in from the back of the shop, “Mr. Lee, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I live here. My apartment’s right upstairs,” he’s frowning like an old man who screams at children who wouldn’t get off his lawn.

I laugh at this hilarious sarcasm. “I mean aren’t you supposed to go to the dentist this afternoon and get your teeth fixed?”

“I changed my mind. I’m happy the way my teeth are,” he tells me while smiling widely. “By the way, I hired two new florists to cover for you as you arrange flowers your way all day long. I know how swamped you can be handling customers, deliveries, and bouquets all at the same time. Plus, we have more than enough money to pay for extra help thanks to you. So, congratulations, you’re my new head florist!”

“No way, really? Thank you so much, Mr. Lee!” I jump up and down out of glee. I almost hug him.

“No problem. Oh, and you get a pay raise. Now get out of here. I got this,” he insists, patting me on the head.

I go home to take a shower and put on some more attractive clothes and bold, glam makeup because I don’t know where Kibum and I will end up going, just like the old times. Even though we didn’t often go to clubs—well, he didn’t—we still drank together at our dorm, resto-bars, and barbeque places. I always wanted to be ready to live this single drunk life in case some sexy guy wants to get on with me.

This time I take the bus to SM café and by the time I arrive, I catch Kibum’s car just pulling in for parking. I go ahead, walking into the café, and get relieved that it’s less crowded than it was this morning. I take a seat at a table by the window as Jinki approaches me.

“Hey, is your shift almost over?” I ask him.

“Yeah, I get off at-”

“Oh, my God, Kim Kibum!” I scream and suddenly rush over to Kibum and give him a long tight hug. “I missed you so much!”

Last time I saw him, his hair was pastel purple and longer. Now, it’s blonde and shorter, almost to his roots. I swear this man pulls off every single hairstyle and every single outfit. I can never understand how he does it. There’s not a day when he is not gorgeous.

“I missed you too, babe!” We’re screaming like a couple of teenagers who are so ready for spring break.

“You remember Jinki?” I introduce them then they exchange their hellos.

“What can I get you guys?” Jinki asks, as merry as always.

“Iced black coffee for me and…” I look to Kibum.

“Iced low-fat latté and a piece of red velvet cake for me. Thanks!”

“Great! I’ll be right back with your orders. Nice to see you again, Kibum.”

Kibum smiles and waves at Jinki as he walks away, grabbing empty trays from recently left-out tables.

“He got cuter, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“Then what are you doing? Get on with it. You’re not getting any younger.”

“Yeah, well, he’s not the kind of guy I get attracted to. You know what I mean? It’s just...” I go on and on trying to explain, listing down reasons but nothing I say seems to make sense.

Kibum stares at me for a second with a wrinkled forehead and slightly parted lips. “I literally didn’t get a single thing from what you just said.”

“Well, there’s this guy I’m hoping to-”

“Here are your drinks and one red velvet cake. Hope you enjoy,” Jinki is back, placing our beverages on the table.

“Thank you so much!” Kibum exclaims.

“I get off at nine,” Jinki turns to me.

“That’s soon. We’ll just wait for you,” I tell him. “We have a lot of catching up to do anyway.

“Alright, as long as you guys don’t mind. We can drink here if you want. I still got several bottles of soju left from when my friends came over last week.”

“Sure, that would be great! It’s less trouble,” Kibum tilts his head toward my direction, referring to me and the many nights I got into trouble in every college bar.”

. . .

I start hearing familiar voices in the background fading in.

“Right, right. So what happened with you and the girl?” I hear Jinki laughing.

“What do you think? I haven’t seen her ever since. I decided to take the twins with me since she didn’t want them. Then Jonghyun and I eventually got back together and worked everything out the way...”

I open my eyes just to realize I passed out. I look around, we’re still at the café. I look at my watch, it’s almost midnight.

Holy shit, have I grown weak? I scold myself. It's only been two hours since we started drinking.

When I was in college, I didn’t stop drinking while the sun was still hiding. I could go all night partying even with people I didn’t know, as long as they didn't sell drugs or dressed up as a cop. What happened to me? Maybe I’m too old for this shit.

“There she is!” Jinki is laughing at me.

Just after a few minutes, I still crave for a fun night so I resume drinking and join the boys. Turns out the night is still young and the fun is just continuing on.

Would you look at that, I’m not too old for this shit after all!

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“Welcome to our humble abode!” Jonghyun Oppa happily welcomes us as he opens the door to their apartment. “We’re not doing anything, come on in,” he says, catching his breath.

As Minho and I are about to walk inside, I notice that Jonghyun Oppa is only wearing a robe and showing off his bottom half.

“Uh, Hyung,” Minho notices too, now looking away.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he immediately ties his robe tighter and runs back to their bedroom. “Kibum! Y/n and Minho are here!”

“What the hell are you guys doing?” I say loudly for the entire house to hear, scolding the couple as a little one comes running to me so I pick him up. “And with the boys home? Shame on you!” I kiss him hello.

“Relax,” Kibum shows up, also wearing a robe. “We hired sitters.”

“Where’s the other one?” I ask just as soon as another little boy comes out of his bedroom holding a tablet playing some kiddie videogame.

“Hey! Say hello to Auntie Y/n,” Kibum orders his child who completely ignores everything around him. Then Kibum turns to me and Minho, “Ignore that one. He usually wants to be quiet and alone. That’s why he likes Taemin the most.”

I put down the little one who I was holding in my arms. “Go on and play with your brother,” I say.

To my pleasant surprise, he proceeds to Minho instead.

“Hello!” Minho says in a cute baby voice as he kneels down to meet the kid’s eyes, and soon enough, the other little one rushes to him too. He continues to baby talk.

Kibum and I share a look, giggling quietly. I had no idea Minho connects with kids so easily. Even though I’m not really fond of kids—except for Kibum’s of course—I think of them differently when they’re with Minho. I’m falling in love with him all over again. They’re so cute that my heart may stop beating at any moment.

. . .

It is now later on in the afternoon, and the sun begins to hide. While Jonghyun Oppa and Minho are at the dining table talking about wedding photos, Kibum and I are in the living room discussing guests, flower arrangements, and interior decorations.

“So, Y/n, as my Maid of Honor, you-”

“Wait, wait. I’m your Maid of Honor? Thanks for notifying me at your earliest convenience,” I say sarcastically.

“Why, do you not want to be? I have a lot of replacements,” Kibum says sassily as if questioning my existence.

“Of course, I do. It’s just, you never bothered to ask me,” I complain.

“Honey, we’ve been talking about this since high school. I don’t need your permission now!”

As we keep on laughing and attacking wits at each other, the guys at the dining area unexpectedly brisk walk towards the front door with panic in their eyes.

“Babe, what’s going on?” Kibum asks his fiancé worriedly.

“Minho’s mother is rushed to the hospital. Come on, we gotta go. We’re driving them. I already told the sitters.”

The four of us hurry to Jonghyun Oppa’s car and he promptly reverses to the driveway even before all the doors are completely shut. He then speeds up to the highway.

I glance at Minho next to me in the backseat, who is obviously terrified, his hands are balled into tight fists. “I’m not leaving you, okay?” I say, holding his hand before his nails dig into his palm.

“I think I know who might have done this,” he says.

I think for a second to remember who he’s talking about. I hold his hand tightly in comfort.

When the car screeches to a halt in front of the emergency room, Minho gets off and runs so rapidly that I can barely keep up.

I follow behind him as Kibum is at my tail.

Because of how fast he’s going, I can’t figure out which way Minho has gone to.

“There!” Kibum points in Minho’s direction by the elevators, but then we watch him run towards the stairs and we follow.

As we reach the right floor, I concentrate my sight on Minho’s bouncing hair from a distance as I run after him, my legs starting to weaken. I might’ve lost Kibum since he’s always been a slowpoke.

After I turn a couple of corners, I stop. I finally spot him talking to a nurse. He throws his hands slap his head as he starts to stress out.

“What happened?” I ask him while I step closer towards him, catching my breath.

“They’re still operating on her, they just started,” Minho tells me, his voice cracking. “Mom got shot while she was about to enter her house,” he starts bawling as he slides down the wall behind him and lets himself fall on his bottom.

“Oh, Minho,” I mumble as I start crying as well, keeling down, reaching for him to lead his head on my chest. “I’m here. I’m not going to leave you,” I reassure him.

. . .

Five hours have passed, Minho has already fallen asleep on my lap. I told Kibum and Jonghyun Oppa to head on home as they assured me to call them if we need anything.

Minho is shaken awake when somebody approaches us. “Any news about my mother?” he talks to the doctor.

“We found two bullets in your mother’s body. One near her abdomen and one on her thigh. This will take a few more hours,” he nods for he’s finished talking.

“Thank you, doctor,” I say.

“Shit, this is all my fault, this is all my fault,” Minho cries while he paces around, rubbing his hands on his face. “What if she doesn’t make it? I should’ve fixed everything between us when I had the chance.”

“Minho, no. There’s no way this is your fault,” I say to him, trying to calm him down. I reach out to him but he pulls away.

. . .

We wait for another six hours, and doctors have come and gone thrice to give us updates. I’ve also gone downstairs and back twice to buy us something to eat. Minho and I are now sitting side by side on a steel bench, my head rests on his shoulder so I try to get some sleep, but how could I? How could I ever sleep when he is in pain like this? I have never seen him this fragile. I want to snuggle him so much. I wish I could do something to take this pain away from him, even if I had to be the one who suffers.

“Why are you still here?” Minho breaks the silence but doesn’t face me.

“What do you mean? I-”

“Don’t you have better things to do? You should go home, Y/n,” he says, his voice cold.

“Minho, I love you. I will be here for you even at hard times. I wish there was a way that I can take away your pain,” I tell him, trying not to sound hurt as my vision starts to blur with tears.

“I don’t need your fucking pity. Wanna do something for me? Leave.” His voice is soft but shaking with anger.

“Look, I know this is a dif-”

“Just go, goddamnit!” he finally yells, cutting me off once again, making me flinch.

I stare at him in shock as tears fall to my cheek and lips. I shake my head at him in confusion even though he doesn’t look at me.

I have to go but I can’t seem to do so. I don’t have the heart to leave him like this.

But I have to.

I stand up from my seat, my legs trembling. I turn my back to him and start walking slowly. When I get to a corner, out of his sight, I can’t help but burst out crying, burying my face into my hands. My throat is starting to hurt from trying to be as silent as possible.

I start running towards the exit when I get to the lobby. As I am running, I get startled by bumping into someone.

“Y/n?” It’s Kibum, confused and surprised, carrying a bag of food takeaway on his shoulder.

Now, I’m weeping even more.

Without saying anything else, he sighs and just pulls me into his arms, stroking my back tenderly.

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Warnings: death; blood; violence; foul language Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader Word count: 800

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MINHO

My tires screech when I step on the brakes as I immediately get out of the car. The place is obviously fucked up and it’s nothing from how I remember it. Most of the roof is gone, there are no more gates. It is now surrounded by tall grass that you can only minimally see from outside.

I dig my way through the grass to get inside and there they are. I didn’t expect to find them this easily so I had to abruptly run behind a wall to hide.

“What do you want from me? I don’t even fucking know you!” I hear Y/n yelling angrily despite being the one at disadvantage, being tied up on a chair and all. But I’m relieved to know that she’s conscious.

“But I know you quite well, pretty girl,” Hyunjae laughs.

“What, are you a stalker or something?”

“I’m more than just a stalker. We’ve met before, you just didn’t know.”

Y/n just stares at him, annoyed and confused, waiting for a further story.

“Well, you see, we were in this very building, and when the police came one night, suddenly, the whole place blew up-”

“I’m sorry, ‘we’?” I’m surprised by how she’s handling this. I mean the guts on this chick.

“Yes. You, me, and motherfucking…” Holy shit, he’s gonna say it. “...Choi Minho.”

Y/n’s mouth slightly opens in shock and doesn’t say anything.

And there was silence.

“Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t he tell you?” he says sarcastically.

“Min Hyunjae?”

“Hey, there you go. I see he’s told you about me, but I guess he didn’t tell you the whole story.”

I now decided to walk slowly towards him, Y/n spotting me right away. I hold up my index finger to my lips to signal her to pretend I’m not here. As I’m getting closer to grab Hyunjae, his head suddenly turns to face me and kicks me right in the stomach, making me fall backward.

Ignoring the asperity, I quickly stand back up, run to him, and hurt him back. I grab his head and punch him right in his ear. He tries to snap out of it and go for my face but I luckily avoid it. I grasp his shoulders and drag him away from Y/n, knee kick him in the gut repeatedly and a couple of times more, making him cough blood. He falls to the ground as soon as I let him go. Without giving any mercy, I advance on top of him to pin him down and throw electric punches at him from side to side until I see blood splashing from his mouth.

I get up breathless, stumbling backward. “I don’t know why you went through with this knowing that I’m stronger than you. You can never beat me. Not back then, not today, not ever,” I say, looking down at him. “If you’re so furious about the past that you had to go this far, why don’t you just kill yourself?” I give him my last glare before walking away from him and toward Y/n.

“You first,” I hear him mutter behind me.

I watch Y/n’s eyes widen. “Look out!”

I turn around and Hyunjae attacks me with a large pocket knife. I manage to block him, but he matches my strength and slices my forearm deeply, making me groan loudly due to the pain.

“Minho!” Y/n cries.

I start to tremble because of the powerful force of Hyunjae’s grasp of his knife so close to my neck. I attempt to kick the back of his knee so he’d lose balance, but I’d be dead if I moved. My limbs are growing weak.

Before I anticipate it, Y/n hits his head with the chair in which she was bound to, making him fall sideways and lose his weapon. I grab it out of his reach and without thinking before he could ambush again, I stab him in the flank, almost feeling his rib crack.

I stare at him as he loses his life little by little. More blood flows out of his mouth with his eyes wide open. Finally, he thuds to the floor, lifeless.

I hurriedly run to Y/n when she falls pale to the ground. The rope is too tight on her wrists, which are still tied together with the chair she just threw to save my life. I untie her revealing her hands that are now covered in blot and blood.

I pull her to my embrace as she starts to weep onto my shoulder.

“You’re okay, Y/n. We’re okay. It’s all over,” I shush her comfortingly.

We’re safe now. I will never leave her again.

A few minutes have passed after I call the police, I help her up. “Let’s get out of here.”

As we start to walk towards the sirens, Y/n unexpectedly smacks me on the head weakly. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I know.”

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MINHO

I stare at Y/n in shock, not knowing how to respond to everything she just told me.

She was the girl. She was that girl. No wonder why her eyes are so familiar. And that big scar on her hip, they did that to her. I can’t believe I’m just realizing this now. I can’t believe that’s what they were doing to those girls and I didn’t know. I’m confused whether to feel extremely happy that she’s well and alive, or extremely guilty that I was involved in a syndicate that made her life hell.

“Minho?” Y/n’s voice is still shaking from her cry.

“Come here,” I reach out to her for a cuddle, letting her rest her head on my chest.

After a few minutes, I decide that I will now tell her my side of the story. “Y/n?”

She gets up from my embrace and faces me. “Yeah?” Her eyes get all puffy and her nose is still red from a good cry.

“Remember when we went to your parents’ house and you noticed that I was not doing all that well so I told you that I’ll tell you about it at the right time?”

She nods, focusing on meeting my eyes to listen.

Here I go.

“I saw somebody that night who I thought was already dead,” I start after taking a deep breath.

I now tell her all about how Min Hyunjae and I had become best friends in an organization and how we were inseparable. “One day, the building that we were staying in collapsed and I managed to escape, but he didn’t. Now, he came back to my life angry after so many years. I tried to explain to him that I did come back to find him, but he didn’t believe me and couldn’t accept my apology. He told me all about his survival. Medications and multiple surgeries for years. He’s furious at me of how far he’s come, and how he came through looking for me while I completely moved on with my life.”

Y/n grabs my hand, tears fall from her eyes again as she continues to listen without any question or judgment whatsoever.

Again, I take a deep and slow breath, keeping my voice from cracking. As I’m about to get to the part of what kind of organization we were involved in, she leans in forward to kiss me on my lips. Then on my forehead.

“Baby, you’re shaking,” she says as she kneels up above me and wraps her little arms around me. “It’s gonna be okay.” She’s now stroking my head softly, making me sink into her warm body.

I didn’t realize that I was shaking until she pointed it out. My ears now start to ring, impairing my hearing. I grunt as I press both my ears when the ringing reaches my head, making me crazy.

“Minho? Minho, are you okay? What’s wrong?” I can hear her voice but it’s rather faint.

I start to feel hot, making me sweat, as my heart beats so fast as if it wants to run around my insides and break my rib cage. I feel the pain but I don't know where it’s coming from. My world begins to turn. When I can’t take it any longer, my consciousness abandons me.

. . .

The next thing I know is I’m waking up next to Y/n, who is asleep, in her bed with her blanket covering only me. I try to get up to also wrap the blanket around her when she shakes awake.

“Minho, are you feeling okay?” she sits up to reach my cheek.

“I’m okay now thanks to you,” I tell her.

“Thank you for being here for me, too,” she says before pressing her lips against mine. “I love you.”

My heart flutters. “I love you, too,” I say back. “So much.”

I do love her! I still even can’t believe that I’m lucky enough for her to love me too. I am so fucking in love with her. I first realized that when she first cried in my car after waking up from a bad dream. At that time, I figured that I want to be by her side for happy times and for times she has nightmares. I didn’t want to let her go when I first held her in my arms that night. I love Y/n so much that I will do anything to protect her.

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