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Chapter 35: you'll never lose me | Isn't it Delicate?

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After you were done with your final presentation for Prof Park’s project, your plan was to grab your laptop and backpack from Minho’s place and then go straight to your dorm to freshen up. After that, you’d be off to spend your day with Minho sightseeing in the city. In spite of your protests of trying to get him to rest he was adamant on spending the day outside with you. But fate seemed to be on your side because as you were on your way to his dorm, the morning blue sky had turned dark and gloomy and it started pouring. Without an umbrella on hand, the two of you rushed towards the dorm to find safe shelter from the sudden downpour. When you reached the dorm building and stood under the roof of its entrance you both broke into laughter. Despite the sprint, you both were already drenched, Minho’s jacket was soaked as he ran his fingers through his wet hair, and the sweater you had been wearing was no better. So the both of you decided to take a quick hot shower hoping that you don't end up catching a cold from being doused in the rain.

After you were done, you noticed he had set aside a clean set of clothes for you to wear on the foot of his bed. You picked up the black hoodie from the pile and smiled to yourself. You remember teasing him about this particular hoodie, joking that you were going to steal it one day because he wore it so often and he had rolled his eyes at you, telling you clearly that he would never let you get your hands on one of his favourite hoodies. As you put it on you noticed it still smelled of him after the wash and it brought you back to the night when you had fallen asleep on your couch with him while watching a movie. He had been wearing it that night as well after the temperature had dropped at midnight and the two of you had snuggled up next to each other on the couch. You quickly got dressed, eager to tease him more.

As you went out into the living room, you saw that Minho had already freshened up after his shower in Hwang's washroom and was busy making something in the kitchen.

"What are you making?" you asked curiously, the air smelled of petrichor and chocolate, and you made your way to the kitchen counter.

He looked up at you from the saucepan he had been whisking at and grinned, "You look good in it." He gestured at the hoodie you were wearing.

"I thought you said you wouldn’t let me have it.", you teased, even though your cheeks were turning red at the compliment.

"Do you want to have it?"

"Would you let me if I said yes?" you tilted your head jauntily as you leaned back on the kitchen counter.

He chuckled as he placed his hands on your side, trapping you between him and the kitchen counter, "Are you trying to tease me?"

"Depends. Is it working?" you had said the words confidently but your heart was beating erratically as he bent closer to you, your legs were jelly and you leaned back on the counter for support.

Minho was about to say something but he suddenly realised he had left what he had been making before simmering on the stove. "Fuck-", he rushed to the saucepan and quickly turned off the gas. "You’re really distracting, you know that?" he shook his head and looked back at you.

"It’s not my fault you get distracted so easily.", you snickered. "Anyways, what are you making?" you slid next to him and looked over his shoulder to see what was in the pan.

"Hot chocolate. Phew, it didn’t burn," he said as he poured the hot chocolate into two mugs. He handed one of the mugs to you, "Do you want to watch a movie?"

You looked out through the living room window, the rain was pouring down in torrents and it didn’t seem like you would be able to go outside for another hour or so. "Sure," you shrugged.

As soon as you proceeded to follow him to his room he stopped you at the door, "Wait here, okay?" You nodded, wondering why. You sat on the arm of the couch, sipping the hot chocolate he had prepared, your hands being kept warm from the heat of the mug. He came back after a minute and took your hand in his and led you to his bedroom, "You can come in now."

When he opened the bedroom door you noticed the glaring white lights of the room had been swapped with the warm glow of the golden fairy lights which were strewn upon the walls of his room. The bed had been tidied up to make space for the two of you and the opening credits scene of a movie was already playing on his laptop. The fairy lights and the rain pouring outside had made the room look magical, and you sat down on the bed, looking around the room like a kid who had found themself in a wonderland.

"I know we were supposed to go out today but couldn’t because of the weather. I know it’s not much but-"

"It’s perfect." you looked at him, "It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you." You kissed him on the cheek, making his ears turn bright red and he quickly changed the topic, adorably abashed.

After the both of you settled down on the bed to watch the movie, a cool breeze found its way inside through the window and you snuggled up close to him. He put his arm around you and when he interlaced his hand with yours he noticed how cold the tips of your fingers had become. He paused the movie playing on his laptop and excused himself for a minute. When he came back, he had a huge weighted blanket in his arms. He pulled it over the both of you, making sure you didn’t feel cold anymore. He put his arm around you once again and you cuddled close to him and rested your head on his shoulder. As the movie played on, you found it hard to keep your eyes open, feeling extremely drowsy thanks to the all-nighter you had pulled the previous night and wondered if Minho felt sleepy too. You decided to close your eyes for just one second, and ended up falling asleep in his arms.

The rain poured down outside, hitting the window in a light pitter-patter sound when you were woken up by the sound of thunder. The blanket that you were curled up in was warm and cozy, and you wished you could just stay there forever. You opened your eyes slightly, not ready to wake up yet, and found Minho fast asleep next to you. He must have turned off the movie when he noticed you had drifted off and decided to sleep as well. After all, there’s not much overnight coffee can do when the weather is perfect to spend your day staying in bed. You looked over at him and found yourself unable to look away. You had never seen anyone look this peaceful and adorable and you wondered if he was dreaming at that very moment. You leaned towards him and kissed the corner of his mouth, your breath intermingling with his, making your heart beat faster. You shifted closer to him, the warmth emanating from his body made you feel snug and secure and you kissed him on the forehead before drifting back to sleep.

You woke up to a light breeze on your eyelids and your eyes fluttered open to see Minho mischievously smiling at you. He had been lightly blowing on your eyelids to wake you up for the last minute. The rain had already stopped and the clouds had made way for the setting sun. The evening sunlight streamed through the window and hit Minho’s face, making him glow even more than usual, and you felt like you were still in a dream.

"You know you’ve been asleep for fifteen hours," he drawled in a deep, sleepy voice like he hadn’t woken up two minutes before you had.

"Oh really?" you raised your eyebrow, "And what have you been doing till then?"

"Wondering if you’re sleeping soundly," he said fondly, moving the strands of hair falling on your eyes.

"So why were you trying to wake me up?" you grumbled.

"If you were sleeping soundly you wouldn’t have woken up so easily."

You scoffed at the reply.

"Isn’t this the second time you fell asleep watching a movie with me?", he teased, "I’m never watching a movie with you again."

"In my defense, we did just pull an all-nighter. And it was so warm and cosy, I really couldn’t help it." you pouted.

Minho laughed and kissed you on the forehead, "It’s okay." He had fallen asleep right after you had, but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

His hand was on the dip of your waist as he watched you play with the drawstrings on the hoodie he was wearing, you were feeling too shy to look into his eyes for any longer than five seconds.

"Are you going home for the winter break?" he asked.

You shook your head, "Not planning to yet."

"What will you be doing then?"

"I have a huuuge to-be-read pile waiting for me to pick up", you gestured animatedly, "And I've got a few shows in my watch queue."

"Why don't you do all of that at my house?"

"Huh?" you looked up at him confused.

"You've stayed there before, and my family likes you. Why don't you stay at my house during the break?"

"Um..." you hesitated. You didn't want to burden him and his family just because you chose not to go back to your own home for the holidays, and you were afraid you'd only end up being the awkward guest at their house.

"I don’t want you to be alone during the holidays," he said, cupping your face in his hand, his thumb lightly rubbing over your cheek.

"I’ve done it before. It’s okay, Minho, I’ll be fine." you tried reassuring him but he didn’t seem convinced.

"What if I say I’ll miss you a lot?"

"If you’ll miss me-"

"I will."

"-when you’ll miss me, I can always come to visit for an evening."

He sighed, "Just one evening? Hmm... What if I say my little brothers will miss you?"

"Are you really trying to use the cats to convince me to stay with you?" you chuckled in disbelief.

"It’s worth a try", he shrugged, "Come on, at least Christmas? Please?" He was looking at you with puppy eyes and you found yourself giving in, much to your dismay.

"Fine." you sighed, "Just Christmas day."

"No no, by Christmas I meant two weeks around Christmas, not one day."

"What?" you exclaimed, "No, that’s too long."

It didn't seem like he would back down that easily, so you extended your stay a bit, "Three days around Christmas."

"Nope, preparations start earlier than that." he shook his head, "You can’t miss the preparations, they’re the fun part. We even have a gingerbread house competition, I know you’d love it."

"A gingerbread house competition?"

"See? You’re intrigued. Three weeks around Christmas."

"Minho… that’s just all of the winter break. One week around Christmas."

"Two weeks."

"One week."

"One and a half."

"One."

"Ugh, why are you so stubborn?" he rolled his eyes. "Fine. Deal." He extended his hand for a handshake and you took it.

"Deal." you said as you interlaced your fingers with his, "So will you be baking cookies anytime soon?"

"Cookies? Of course. But why cookies?"

"I didn’t get to have the cookies you baked during finals.", you pouted, "Aisha told me they were really good."

"Oh. Right…", despite how regretful the memory of those two weeks he had spent away from you made him, he still looked up at you with a smile on his face, "What do you want me to bake?"

"Your favourites."

"Okay."

"How did you even have time to bake, all of those courses you were taking and also finals week?" you took a deep breath, "Wow." No matter how busy he had been in the past semester, and he had had a lot on his plate, you had noticed he would always make time for himself and the people around him, and honestly, you were always in awe.

"Um, to be honest, I couldn’t sleep most nights, so I’d just bake."

"Oh… what happened? Is everything okay?"

"Everything’s fine. I was just worried without a cause, I guess." he brought your interlaced hand up to his lips and kissed the palm of your hand before placing it on his cheek.

"But you did well in your exams."

"Yeah but that’s not really what I was worried about." he looked away from your concerned gaze, thinking maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up.

"What was it? You can tell me."

"Let’s not talk about it, it’ll just ruin our mood."

"No, what is it?" you leaned over and kissed his cheek, clearly something had been upsetting him before your exams and you cursed yourself for not being there for him then, "Tell me."

He looked down from your gaze, his thumb running circles on your waist where his hand rested, "I just… I thought you were talking to him again. I saw his messages on your phone and I jumped to conclusions. I know, Aisha told me about it later, but at the time I was so…" he sighed dejectedly thinking of the nights he had spent overthinking about everything that had happened between the two of you, in your first year and your final year, and if he had somehow managed to make the same mistakes all over again, "I thought you weren’t talking to me because of him. It felt like I was watching myself lose you to him again, I... I didn’t want to lose you again."

Looking at how downhearted he seemed just recalling what had happened made your heart clench, "I’m sorry. I’m really sorry." you whispered.

"It’s not your fault, y/n." He looked up to meet your eyes, "Do you know how glad I am that you’re here?" He gave you a wide smile and blinked at you slowly. "Very. Very glad."

"You know that you won’t lose me, right?"

Before he could answer, you leaned in towards him and began peppering his face with little kisses.

"Never" you whispered as you kissed him on the forehead.

"Ever" you left a kiss with another whisper right below his eyes.

"Ever" - a kiss on the cheek

"Ever" - a kiss on the mole on his nose

"Ever" - a kiss on his jaw

"Ever" you whispered again as you kissed the corner of his mouth, there wasn’t a single spot on your lover’s face you wished to leave unkissed. He needed to know how much you loved him, how endearing you found him, how safe and content and hopeful you felt when you were with him, how even his slightest attention would make you melt, how happy you were because he existed. But most of all, in that very moment, he needed to know how frustrated he was making you feel with his lips half an inch away from yours, your mouths hovering so close to one another when all you wanted was to devour him whole. You had your hand on his chest, while he was holding you by the waist supporting you above him, the warm breath from his lips mixing with yours. You could feel his heartbeat race under the palm of your hand, and when he leaned in to capture your lips with his something inside your chest bloomed, taking your breath away in an instant.

At first, the kiss was soft and careful, treating each other gently like you were handling something delicate. His hands slid around your waist pulling you close to him and you could feel him smile as his soft lips kissed yours tenderly.

At one point you were out of breath, your heart was racing under his touch and you were about to pull away when he chased your lips with his, deepening the kiss and you forgot why you even wanted to stop in the first place. This time your kiss was hungry and needy, you nipped at his bottom lip, starving for more, and you swore you felt him smirk in satisfaction. He was almost on top of you now, your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him down with you. His hoodie that you had been wearing had ridden up while you kissed him and you felt his cool fingertips brushing past the small strip of bare skin and you broke the kiss with a gasp, making him pull his hand away from you. You lifted yourself up and kissed him again, taking his hand and placing it back on your bare waist, letting him know it was okay, not wanting to stop yet.

When you felt breathless his kisses moved down slowly to your jaw and then to your neck, sucking and biting along the trail of his kisses. But your lips missed his dearly and you lifted his face up to yours, locking your lips with his once again.

The sun had set behind you leaving the two of you under the dim glow of the fairy lights that had been kept on before. You could have stayed there forever, his thumb drawing circles gently on your skin as you two kissed each other fervently without a care in the world. However, the only thing the two of you had had the whole day was two slices of sandwich right before your presentation and your stomach growled in hunger all of a sudden. You flinched, hoping he hadn’t heard it, but when he pulled away and giggled softly your ears turned red and you hid your face in your hands in embarrassment.

"Is my love hungry?" he cooed, removing your hands from your face. You slowly opened your eyes to look up at him and saw his eyes glazed with affection, affection he had for you and your cheeks turned redder.

"Stay right here, okay? I’ll make us something," he whispered as he planted a small kiss on your lips with a smile and got up from the bed where you laid.

After he left, your eyes widened in shock over what had just happened. You pulled the thrown aside blanket over your head, your cheeks turning a bright shade of red as you could feel his ghost kisses on you even now. Did he even know the effect he has on you? He must, he surely must know. There was no way he didn’t know.

After you had calmed yourself down as best as you could, you opened the bedroom door and saw him dicing on the kitchen board, the sleeves of his hoodie folded up over his forearms. He looked up from the chopping board and when he saw it was you his lips turned into a wide grin. After you made your way to the kitchen, he trapped you between his arms and the counter.

"I thought I told you to stay there," he said menacingly, tilting his head sideways, eyebrows raised.

You scoffed, "You’re not the boss of me."

"Is that so?" he really was trying to keep up the sinister look, but his gaze kept dropping down to your lips.

"Aren’t you getting distracted again?" you smirked.

Hearing that he laughed, he couldn’t keep up the mean act and gave you a soft smile. Your gaze dropped to his lips and you just couldn’t fight the urge to kiss him again. This time when your lips met his it felt even sweeter and you could feel each other’s smiles as your lips moved with the other.

"Are you serious? Right in front of my salad?"

You almost jumped at the voice and turned back in shock to see who was there. It was Hwang having his takeout dinner on the small dining table between the kitchen and living room, and you were surprised at how you hadn’t even noticed him sitting there when you came in.

"He’s just grumpy." Minho explained, "He drank too much at a party again, no surprises there, so he has a bit of a hangover."

"Keep it- keep it low please." Hwang pleaded.

"Anyways, where were we?" Minho turned you around to face him.

"Noooo, you’re being too loud." Hwang put his hand over his ears and cried out, and you muffled your laughter in the crook of Minho's neck.

"Do you want to help out?" Minho was still dreamily smiling at you, and you were sure you had the same smile on your face as you looked at him.

You nodded and left a chaste kiss on his lips, marking the first of many dinner kisses on that kitchen counter.

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synopsis: after three years of no contact, when you get paired with lee minho for a course project you get to build back the friendship you both had left behind. It would have been perfectly fine if the reunion hadn't brought out your suppressed feelings for the boy you had bottled in years ago, but of course when is life ever that simple?

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(a/n: this chapter wraps up this series T-T I am so glad I got to finish it though :') I'm really really grateful to everyone who's been reading, especially those who have stayed through the end. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this story that has been stuck in my head for months, and thank you so so much for all your thoughts and comments, please know that they have always made my day. I love you <3 )

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