take me away | minghao
pairing: minghao x reader
genre: badboyau, angst to the fullest
word count: 3.4k
summary: it could be so easy falling in love with the simple things that make someone who they are; hard part? getting them to love you back.
a/n: maybe a part 2? anyway minghao has been on my mind for like a week now so i had to write something about my baby hao uwu
after sitting in your morning lecture for 1 hour; you could already feel yourself slowly dozing off into space. you counted down the minutes until you can finally walk out and go on with your extremely boring day to finally get home and take a fat nap. talking about physics for 1 and 30 minutes can be exhausting, especially when you’re running on 4 hours of sleep. The half empty cup of coffee on your desk is doing a good job on keeping you awake; but not so much on making you pay attention at the professor in front of the class who seemed to keep dragging out his words for what felt like eternity.
you felt your phone in your pocket vibrate against the material of your skinny jeans. You fished out your phone and discreetly looked at it under your table to not bring any unwanted attention to yourself.
hao: hey
hao: are you in class?
You smiled at the text from minghao and quickly typed out a response.
me: yeah, why?
hao: i can pick you up and we can go somewhere
me: hmmmm, idkkkk
me: what do you have in mind :)
hao: anywhere you’d like
hao: i just really wanna see you :)
your heart skipped a beat at the words displayed on your phone screen and you smiled at the text replying back a simple okay. you and minghao have known each other since 3 summer agos, being introduced by one of your friends; jun.
everyone has always told you that you and minghao were complete opposites; you being so friendly and outgoing, always holding a big smile and get along with people very easily, minghao on the other hand doesn’t like having many friends.
it’s not like he’s incapable of making friendships, it’s just he doesn’t like having many friends. he’s someone who prefers keeping to himself even though if standing in a room; all eyes are always on him due to his incredibly good looks.
minghao was the first person you were actually intimidated to speak too. he has this dark aura around him that would intimidate anyone and give off that ‘bad boy’ imagine. but minghao was far from being a ‘bad boy’.
he’s the type of person who likes walking along side of the beach and watch the sunset, as cheesy as that sounds. he’s the type to speak for other people if they ever feel uncomfortable. hes the type to go to museums and think about the amount of time and hard work painters have spent on each individual piece, making it stand out from the rest. he’s the type to wish the best for everyone and anyone out of the kindness of his heart and that’s what attracted you so much to him. how he takes his time to appreciate the beauty in everything.
minghao was one of the kindest people even though it may not look like it to others. but he prefers it this way, people stay away and don’t approach unless approached to. but with you; it was different.
minghao was desperate to get out of that party that one hot summer night, he only went because his friend, jun, begged him to finally get out of the house and stop messing around with that motorcycle he oh so loved. minghao was just thinking of going for an hour or two, and leaving to let everyone else have fun in their own little world. it’s not like he knew many people there anyway, only jun, soonyoung, chan, vernon, and seokmin.
but when jun introduced him to you, he was amused by the way your eyes widen and your smile slightly fell, but not even a second later your eyes soften and gave him the biggest smile he’s ever seen on someone. most people would just shyly say a hello and never speak to him again but he was captivated at the way you just kept making conversation with him and laughed at silly and random things that came out of you mouth; not because you were drunk, but simply because you just found it funny.
but what he was most surprised at was how he kept making conversation right back with you.
ever since, minghao just couldn’t stay away from you and your bubbly personality. you were one of the few things that brought him joy and fun and he cherished you for that.
it also didn’t take much for him to capture your heart. the simplest of things made him smile and those were things that didn’t slip past you. if he was happy, you were even happier. he was like a drug that once you tried; there was no going back. and that’s what scared you.
the first time you kissed minghao was sweet and cliche. he had dropped you off at your dorm your freshman year of college and kissed you. a soft, gently kiss. but that was the kiss that had you sold forever, but you weren’t so sure about him.
you and minghao never clarified what you were. you spent almost everyday together. you went out together. you would kiss. you would hug. and you would have sex.
but the words never left his mouth, and you were too scared to bring it up yourself to not upset him. because if minghao was upset, you were upset. so you never brought up the topic and neither did he. and he probably liked it like that, you thought.
he had the freedom to sleep with other girls and also have you, right? he can do whatever he wants and you would still be there for him because you knew you couldn’t leave his side, right? those were the moments were anxiety and self doubt infested your system, making your head race with a million thoughts as to why minghao has never ever said that he loved you directly to your face.
sometimes he would do things that made you think he did like, waking you up with kisses all over your face, or kiss all his favorite spots on your body and whispering loving words as his lips traveled down your body. or also how he would know if you were having a bad day and would go out of his way to make it better.
but other times he would do things that left you thinking if he even thought of you in ways you thought about him. like never answering your messages days at a time, or shutting you out every time he was upset, or refusing to introduce you to other people as nothing else as his ‘friend’.
your friends knew you guys were a thing, but not even you knew exactly what that ‘thing’ was.
your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of people shuffling around you. class had probably ended without you even knowing. everyone quickly filed out of the room while you patiently packed your stuff; thoughts on minghao still lingering in your head.
you slowly walked out of the room holding strong eye contact with the floor, instead of saying hi to the people around you like you usually do.
once you stepped foot outside you finally looked up at the busy people around you. people were rushing in front of you to get to their destinations while others took their time and talked freely with their friends about the new gossip on campus. as a happy and friendly person you were, you never partook in silly conversations about gossip and secrets with other, never really finding a point in it other than just to talk about others without them knowing.
you looked around the sidewalk trying to find him in the sea of heads, until your eyes finally landed on the tall, handsome; minghao.
he leaned back on the black bike behind him; his pride and joy. his long slender fingers supported him against the black leader under his finger tips. his long legs covered by a pair of black jeans were crossed in front of him and a black bottom up shirt hung loosely against his skinny frame. his chest that you loved leaving your love bites on, was exposed to the sun as a couple of silver chains hung on his neck making him look like a total dream. your dream.
once his eyes locked on yours, a small caring smile overtook his features; making the sides of his mouth wrinkle.
you took small steps towards him, instead of the eager ones you usually take when your eyes land on him after a long day.
“hi” he said extending his hand from behind him, in front of you for you to take. you placed your small hand on the palm on his rather large one. feeling the cold of his rings against your skin as his fingers wrapped around your hand. the same fingers that always work magic against your skin.
“hey” you couldn’t suppress the smile that overcame your face as he pulled you towards him after a few seconds of slowly shaking your hand up and down with his. he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tightly against him, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your neck. you hummed in appreciation, missing his scent from not seeing him for almost 2 days.
you pulled away from his embrace parted the hair that covered his eyes, giving you a clear view of the man you adored.
“what’s wrong? you have a long face.” he worriedly looked at you and his brows furrowed in concern. these were the types of things he did that made you think that maybe, maybe he cared about you the same way you cared about him.
“it’s nothing. just a longer lecture than usual” you shrugged your shoulders and looked down at his converse; avoiding his worried gaze. you could feel his eyes burning on the top of your head and you started to get worried that he could see right through you; which he could.
“don’t lie to me. you’re not good at it.” he chuckled making you look back up at him. “now tell me what’s wrong” his eyes went back to the soft concerning look they had. you could feel the anxiety start to bubble up again and you hugged your arms around yourself looking at everything around him instead of him.
you were just about to answer another bullshit lie when you heard your name being called out from behind you. both you and minghao turned to the voice and you smiled once you saw who it was.
“hey y/n, i overslept yesterday and missed class. i was wondering if you could send me the notes.” the handsome jeonghan smiled at you. but you weren’t even thinking about that as you felt minghaos hands drop from your sides and his gaze drifted to dig daggers onto jeonghan.
“of course, ill text you the notes once i get home.” you brightly smiled at the boy and he smiled back. you were just about to turn around and face minghao when the boy spoke up again
“i was also kinda wondering if you’d like to get a coffee tomorrow after class with a few friends, you know, joshua, jihoon, mingyu and...me?” you could hear the nervousness behind his voice as his eyes drifted from your face to minghaos cold eyes staring at him.
“sure, i would love to jeonghan” you smiled at him and didn’t think much about it when you saw the giant smile on his face and his ears turn a slight pink. “cool, uh, see you then.” he politely nodded his head and you and went back to his group of friends. you turned around and were immediately met with minghaos eyes staring deeply at jeonghans back.
“you okay hao?” you shifted your face so you were right in front of his eyes but that mad look still didn’t leave his face.
“he just asked you out.” he bluntly said. “and you just said yes.” you saw something which seemed like hurt flash across his eyes but it was gone as fast as it came which only confused you even more.
“asked me out? he was just being nice and invited me out with a few friends minghao.” his eyes darted to the floor and back up to you to see the genuine confusion on your face, but he still looked pissed off.
even if jeonghan was asking you out on a date, why would he care? its not like he’s ever said that you weren't allowed to go out with other people and have fun, so why would he be getting upset about a guy simple asking you to hang out?
“whatever. lets just go.” he avoided your eyes as he got back on the motorcycle and held it steady for you to climb on the back behind him; like the gentleman he always is. you wrapped your arms around him and burried your cheek to his back, feeling his muscles flex from holding onto the the handles. soon after you were firmly pressed to his back, he started the bike and you guys were off.
you thought that minghao was probably over the whole jeonghan situation by the time you both got to his apartment, but 2 hours later, he still had that mad expression on his gorgeous face. you were scared to say anything to him to not piss him off anymore because if you did, he would probably shut you out even more.
he was sitting on his chair with his canvas in front of him, painting whatever ran threw his mind. the sunset hit the side of his face perfectly making him look like the angel you always thought him to be. he wore no shirt and shoes, but still had the same black jeans from before, he always said he preferred not having a shirt when he was at home. you’ve been watching the side of his face for a good hour now, not speaking a word no matter how much you wanted too. you could feel yourself becoming more nervous every time the seconds ticked by.
minghao sometimes would do this, he would invite you over and you would sit in silence watching him paint but not because he was mad at you. just simply because he enjoyed your presence around him and didn’t feel the necessity to speak every two seconds.
but today was different. the tension in the room only rose and you could feel yourself getting tired of the silence.
“am i just going to sit here and watch you the whole night?” you finally said and surprised yourself at the hostility in your own voice. his hand stopped moving and he looked at you with shock in his eyes probably from the tone of you voice too. he never once has heard you talk like that and it genuinely shocked him, but he quickly covered it up with the same expressionless look from before.
“you can go if you want.” his eyes drifted back to the painting in front of him but his hand didn’t move as smoothly as before, now drifting stiffly across the canvas.
“you were the one that brought me here minghao” you said with annoyance in your voice as you crossed your arms over your chest and looked at the side of his head as he still refused to look at you.
“you should’ve told me to take you home then” his brows furrowed and he kept absentmindedly mixing random colors. you could feel your blood boiling inside of your veins each second that he didn’t even spare to look at you. how can he be mad over a thing so harmless as to being asked to hang out by a friend?
“you were the one who wanted to hang out in the first place minghao!” you stood up and went to stand up next to the canvas, in front of him. his eyes didn’t even quaver to take a glance at you. the same mad look hiding behind his long black bangs. he stayed quiet and continued to ignore your existence like you were just a piece of dust in the air.
you were tired. tired of trying to get his attention and squeeze at least a few words out of him. so you did the best thing you could’ve possibly done in that moment; you walked away. you weren’t going to continue to push someone to talk if they didn’t want to.
you turned around and headed for the door with a loud scoff; making sure he would hear. you picked your bag up and made your way to the door to put on your shoes.
“where are you going?” minghao finally broke his silent treatment and stood from his chair. “home. just like you said” you replied bitterly and he could hear the exhaustion and venom in your voice.
“i didn’t mean it. stop.” he placed his hand on your arm to try and pull you back from putting on your shoes. at this point you were trying to force the tears back in from spilling all over your face, even though he tried to pull you back from getting your stuff, you could still hear the emptiness in his voice.
“then what do you mean hao? you do one thing and then do a different thing. you say one thing and then say the opposite of it. just for once tell me what you mean! i can’t read your mind minghao! if you’re mad say it!” you could feel your body temperature rise and your ears become hotter the instant those words left your mouth. you’ve never raised your voice at minghao or anyone in that matter. but it felt good to finally let something out of you chest in a different way that wasn’t just sweet words. and that’s how you found the courage in yourself to finally say whats next after it was pure silence from him.
“i’m not something that you can just have when you’re lonely minghao. i have feelings y’know? it hurts me having to feel like i’m just a background character in your life instead of a main one like you are in mine. you can’t keep me in the dark hao.” you could feel yourself giving up. hot tears started to build up in the corners of your eyes but you didn’t care enough anymore to wipe them away.
by now his mouth was hanging open trying to find the words that just couldn’t come to his head. sadness was layered in his eyes as he listened to every confession leaving your mouth, were you really feeling like this the whole time?
“if you like me, say so. if you don’t, just tell me so i don’t have to sit around and wait for you to come around..” you finally let the tears that you were holding back for months escape. it felt good to finally let every worry out even though it was not the way you planned.
“i-“ that’s all he managed to say before his hand dropped from around your arm. “i’m... i’m just confused. i didn’t mean to make you feel this way.” the soft voice of the minghao you deeply cared about finally came to light, you could see the trouble in his face and body language; like he wanted to reach out for you but physically couldn’t. he wanted to reach out and wipe the tears that rolled down your eyes, he wanted to hold you and tell you every little thing he loved about you and yell out to the world how much he cared and wanted you; but he couldn’t.
you finally wiped the tears from your eyes and looked at the ground trying to figure out your next move as to what to do in this situation.
“well minghao, that’s something you have to figure out.” the words finally left your lips as you looked at him with the bravest face you could possibly master right now. you finished putting on your shoes and made a move towards the door; hoping that maybe, there was a chace that he would try and stop you. but that moment never came, you opened the door and close it behind you leaving a pained minghao starring at the spot you once stood in.
a/n: i ended up accidentally deleting this but thank GOD i had it saved somewhere so i was able to repost it oof
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