Scenario: Minho takes you to see where he used to perform for the first time.

“Hold on-” Minho grabs your arm, kneeling down to tie your laces that were suddenly undone. Dazed, you bend down to face him. “You’re still nervous aren’t you?” He chuckles softly at how quiet you’ve gotten since two of you were out. You frown at his question, “It’s somewhere you’ve been wanting to go.” He looks down, pursing his lips as he fights a smile.

“You said that last time.” You mumble,cringing at that one time where you thought your boyfriend was going to take you to a zoo, but ended up in an art museum dressed like you were on a safari.

“You look great, as always.” Minho laughs as he reads your mind. You weren’t sure what’s so great about a pair of jeans and a loose sweater, but he had picked them out for you so - “I trust on you this one, Song Minho.” You squint at him as he pokes your cheeks.  He pulls you up, draping his arms over your shoulders and you feel him pull you closer, giving you a soft squeeze of reassurance. Your neck craned to look at him, and you see him avoid your gaze, a cheeky smile on his face.

Minho leads you to an alley, towards the back entrance of a building he must’ve been acquainted with, why else would he use the back door?

“Why does it feel like I’m being kidnapped for my organs?” You whisper at him, inching closer into his hold.

“If that’s the case, I call dibs on your heart.” He whispers back, clearly amused.

“Good god…” You scoff as you shot him a disapproving glare. What am I going to do with this boy?  “You’ve already got that, you idiot.” You say, nudging him by his side, hiding a smile. You hear him murmur I know, as he guides you through the door, entering a spacious hall. It was packed with people, all facing a particular- stage? You gasp as you grab Minho by his wrists and he grins seeing your expression.

“Is this…?” You mouth, he nods as he his eyebrows, motioning his head- come here. Minho pushes through the crowd, your hand firmly in his. You couldn’t help but stare in awe, scanning left to right at this place Minho has so much pride in. You’ve only heard so much about it through stories that he had told you. Remembering clearly how his eyes would light up when he reminisces the time he invested rapping right in this very place before his debut.  He clearly was no stranger to this scene as you catch some of the crowd whispering or calling out his name out of excitement. It dawned on you then that you were out in this much of the public… with Hugeboy Mino. You yank your hands away from him and he turns around almost immediately, a frown on his face. He reads your face and sighs, grabbing you anyway- Stay with me, will you.

Minho bows politely as the two of you pass through into a brightly lit hallway where you were startled when he bursts out of joy to greet someone.  

“Hyung!” Did he just squeal?

“Minho-ah! I’m going crazy.”

You certainly know who this was- Zico, Minho’s long time friend and despite being with Minho you never really had the chance to meet him in person. Flustered, you fidget in place, unsure what you should say or do.

“Bless you, hyung. I thought you’d never realize.” Minho laughs, as Zico goes in for a hug.

“Ya- you . I mean- they want you out there.” Zico snorts, swiftly grabbing Minho into a headlock. He looks up at you and you didn’t think his eyes could get any wider. You let out a small smile, bowing a soft hello. Minho wriggles himself free, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ah, mianhe.” Minho breathes, his cheeks flushed as he introduces you to Zico.

“Oh, so you’re the one” He bows slightly, his eyes curved upwards as he grins. He gives Minho a look that only the two seemed to share, leaving your boyfriend scarlet red. “He talks about you non-stop, just won’t shut it.” Zico lifts his eyebrows as he muses. “I practically know-”

“Okay- That’s enough now.” Minho cuts him off, forcing a smile as he grabs Zico’s shoulders. “They want me to perform?” Minho chimes, changing the subject entirely. You admired Minho’s interaction with anyone close to him, it’s no wonder s call him the happy virus.

“I’ll make sure to follow you up on that.” You laugh in response, giving Zico a  nod. Minho gapes at you, and you shrug back at him, what a cutie.

“Get out there and show me whatchu got.” Zico chuckles, dragging Minho along with him.

~

“Listen- stand somewhere empty, I don’t want you trampled on”. You smile at yourself as you recall a moment you shared with Minho before he got on stage. “Hey- you’re going a bit ahead of yourself, there’s not that many people“. You knew you were kidding with yourself, the place was crowded to say the very least, Song Minho, where’s this empty space you say?

The lights dimmed, and the audience screamed as the lights on stage illuminates a familiar figure. Minho greets the audience, charm radiates off him naturally and you hear the crowd cheer for him. You couldn’t help but join in, your every being swelling up with nothing but delight. But then, he started his rap. Many times you’ve seen him perform, but never live. You swore this one was different- on some other level kind of different. Is this even the same person? You failed to comprehend this, and proceeded to stare at him, eyes fixed on his every move. You felt his passion as he spat out his words, eyes closed and the vein in his neck pulsed along with him. Perplexed, you bit your lips as you laughed to yourself, finding the situation hard to grasp.

Minho shifted across the stage, his eyes searching the crowd as he pulls the hood of his jacket away. You knew then who it was he was looking for when his eyes meets yours and for a fraction of a second you see that bright eyed dork come into view as he beams at the sight of you. You grinned like a fool, completely starstruck. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered- hell, they might as well be full grown pigeons. You shook your head, amazed at the extent this human being has ruined you and the fact that you didn’t mind- because in the end, he was the one that could fix you.

~

You leaned against the wall, restless as you wait for him to come out. Your ears perked at the sound of footsteps, turning around to see Minho skipping his way towards you. You laugh, rolling your eyes out of disbelief. Yep, different person.

“Guess what?” He breathes, lacing his fingers into yours. You searched his face, flushed with sweat.

“What?” You hummed, smiling at him.

“That Mino person wants your number.” He smirks at you.

“I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.” You say, shaking your head.

“He doesn’t care.” Raising his eyebrows, faking his surprise.

“What an .” You snort, smiling into his chest as you wrap your arms around him.

“Yeah- wait, what?” You can almost see that look on his face, realizing what you had called him. You chuckle at the sound of him, whispering, I love you, you dork.