Chanyeol felt like Milan still had feelings left for the dude. He admits Xian wasn’t that ugly but he’s still more handsome. He wondered how that dude captured the younger Milan’s heart though. Did he need to do a spell? Maybe a ritual? He was so desperate to have Milan love him back.

But even the girl wasn’t with him now and instead was in some other member’s arms.

Namely, that member was Luhan.

Luhan had Milan in his embrace and Milan was struggling since she said that it was getting too hot. Luhan was just too stubborn to let her go. “You’re so cute~” Luhan chimed, making Milan glare daggers at him. “Oppa, shut it. I told you I was never cute,” Milan muttered. Luhan just hummed a bit with a smirk on his face, obviously not going to let go of Milan.

“No display of affection please,” Baekhyun said, pulling Milan away from Luhan. The older suddenly pouted when his playmate was removed from his embrace. And that pout turned into a playful smile in less than a minute. “I was just playing around,” Luhan excused himself. “What if the fans saw though?” Baekhyun raised an eyebrow. “Japanese fans are peaceful compared to those in Korea,” Luhan said.

“I just hope you’re right, oppa,” Milan glared, hugging Chanyeol’s arm as if Chanyeol would punch Luhan if he hugged her again (which he would if Suho or Kris or their manager permits him). “Hyung isn’t that harmful, Mil-ah,” Chanyeol said as he patted Milan’s head. “Stop patting my head. I feel smaller than I already am,” Milan muttered, pouting.

“Girl, don’t use aegyo,” Baekhyun told her. “I’m not!” Milan said. “We’re in Japan! I’m just expressing how moe I am!” Milan said. Luhan laughed. “Moe? You think you’re moe?” He taunted her. “Just a bit, moe is different from cute afterall,” Milan said matter-a-factly.

Soon, they ended up by a ramen shop. The boys were talking to each other and Milan kept on checking her phone then sighing. “Ah… Chincha… BamBam…” She kept on muttering. “What’s wrong?” Chanyeol turned to her. “Hm? Ah! No, nothing,” Milan shook her head with a fake smile. She then sighed. “BamBam likes me. No, he said he loves me,” she admitted. Chanyeol’s face fell.

‘Darn it, that rascal went ahead of me.’

“I don’t know what to do. I mean, I love BamBam as a friend but that’s all I have for him but I don’t want to lose him,” she continued. “If I reject him, he might avoid me and I’ll end up hurting him but if I accept his confession, I don’t want to date someone I don’t love with my own heart plus I might get in more trouble than I already am.”

Milan didn’t seem to be on the verge of tears though but her voice was shaking. She didn’t want to lose BamBam and Chanyeol felt jealousy growing inside of him. He wonders if this is how she feels for him if he confesses. He didn’t want to bring any trouble into her life so he’d rather not confess. His fans are scary after all.

“Oppa, what should I do?” Milan knitted her eyebrows as she looked into Chanyeol’s eyes. He can’t blame BamBam for falling for this girl. She was cute and she was different. She treated these idols like they were normal guys and not gods. She treated them like they were normal people which they’re not for the fans. And she was thoughtful and can be serious when the time calls it. Chanyeol just realized now how deeply he has fallen for his best friend.

Chanyeol shrugged. “But knowing your relationship with him, I know you’ll get through it. BamBam-ssi won’t abandon you easily right?” Chanyeol added. Milan nodded slowly. “Hm, yeah, you’re right. BamBam’s not that kind of guy. He’s one of the most awesome guys I met,” she said but she still looked worried.

But Chanyeol’s bladder can’t pick a better time to answer nature’s call. “Ah, I got to go to the comfort room!” Chanyeol almost shrieked before drastically going out of his place and running towards the comfort room. Milan, Luhan and Baekhyun laughed at him. “Seriously, Chanyeol,” Luhan said.

The three then conversed on their own. They talked about different kinds of things and both dudes had a lot of questions regarding Milan’s ex. She managed to dodge every question skilfully though. But then Chanyeol’s phone, which he left because he was in a hurry, rang. Milan worriedly looked at Baekhyun.

Baekhyun looked at the caller’s ID. “Ya, you can answer that. It’s only Mrs Park, Chanyeol’s mother. I’m sure she wanted to talk to you,” Baekhyun said. “But, she’ll think I stole oppa’s phone,” Milan said. “Aish,” Baekhyun took the phone and answered it. “Hello? Nice to be able to talk to you too. Don’t you want to talk to Mil-ah? Yes, she’s his best friend. Yes, you’re right but don’t mention that to her. She doesn’t know,” Baekhyun lowered the phone before snickering at Milan.

“She wants to talk to you.”

“Wae?”

Baekhyun nodded lightly with a slight smirk and gave the phone to Milan. She put it on her ear and stuttered a “Hello?” “Ah, nice to meet you, Milan-ssi. I’m Chanyeol’s mother!” The person on the other line exclaimed. “Nice to meet you, Ma’am,” Milan shyly said. “Call me umma! I insist!” She said with a laugh. “N-Ne,” Milan said.

Baekhyun was laughing in his seat and Luhan was distracted by his phone. “I’ve heard from my Chan that you’re a good girl. Why don’t you date him? You fit each other!” “U-Umma, I’m not really finding a relationship and I’d rather not date an idol.”

“Aw, wae?”

“It’s hard, umma. I think it’s really hard knowing your son’s fans but I’m taking care of him in my own way.”

“By the way, where’s Chan?”

“Nature’s call.”

“Just tell him I miss him and to call me back as soon as possible, arasseo?”

“Ne, umma.”

“Goodbye then,” then Chanyeol’s mother hung up. “I’ve heard something interesting. Even his mother ships you two,” Baekhyun went to Chanyeol’s seat when he whispered that. He received punches from Milan. “Ya! It’s not like that! Oppa and I are just friends. Chingu, arasseo?” Milan emphasized that. “It is possible it’ll exceed that,” Baekhyun winked.

“I want to kill you, Byun Baek,” Milan glared at him. When Baekhyun saw Chanyeol already returning to the table, he pulled Milan’s head towards him and whispered,” I love you too, Mil-ah.”