“Stop…” He grumbles, tapping the tip of your nose. Dazed, you looked towards him. Reading your expression he continues,

“You’re spacing out on me again.” Emphasizing on the word again, he tries to hide a pout, squishing his lips together. “What is it that’s so important all the time? You think too much.” His eyes awake, searching you for an answer. You sense a hint of jealousy in his tone, never getting used to how he comes second to whatever it is that’s running through your mind.

“You.” You gave him a dimply smile.

“Lies.” His face straight.

“I was just thinking… about how we knew each other, meeting you for the first time and all that.”

“Holy hell, you were difficult.” He laughs softly, rubbing his forehead.

“Well you were pretty desperate.” You scoffed.

“I wouldn’t go that far!” His eyes widened, offended.

Minho described that you were like reading a map of a country you’ve always wanted to go to, but the roads are too complicated you get lost in between. But then, if you just give it time and effort the destination is worth it all. Many would say that they thought you were terribly shy, someone who often kept to themselves. That wasn’t the case when they got to know you, because you were someone who either gave all you’ve got or nothing at all. So naturally, it took a while before your instincts tell you that it’s okay to trust this person or that person. Minho was a special case though… it was just that you weren’t interested at all. You knew who he was even before he introduced himself yet you continued to subtly brush off his efforts. He loved this about you, and was initially intrigued how you gave him a different reaction than what he was used to.

He managed to get a hold of you through your SNS and eventually your phone number after countless conversations. You gave into his efforts, striking a friendship of some kind. You were cautious at first, but he took interest in what you did, even during the afternoons where most people would be at their busiest. Minho was spontaneous, always coming up with things you least expected. It was past 3 pm one afternoon, your phone flashed a new message,

Him: What if we were paid with time, not money?

You: What are you on about?

Him: Like you know, the currency would be time, not won or dollars  or whatnot.

You: It’s just a film, you dork. But it would be pretty scary, I’ll die pretty quick?

Him: Ya, don’t talk that way. Nevermind I asked.

He later told you he’ll work to be the richest man with all the time in the world since that is what you like spending away the most with all your daydreaming. Also teasing for the fact that his money is obviously not working with you. The longer you knew him, good morning turned into sweet dreams, of course, it would be of you, nauseous from the cheesiness you weren’t sure if you’ve been catching feelings. You were so used to him striking up the conversation first, you started to feel his absence on days or weeks that he was busy and didn’t get the chance to do so. And when you finally gathered the courage to initiate it,

You: Hi.. Still alive?

You fidgeted on your desk at work, glancing at your phone every few minutes. You almost forgot about the text you had sent, when your phone vibrated an   hour later. Not realizing you had actually screeched out of excitement,

“So what’s he like?” Your colleague whispered. Surprised, you mouthed something along the lines, it’s nothing like that. Not convinced, she gave you a wink and motioned you to actually open the text message. You gave an embarrassed nod, unlocking your phone,

Him: Barely… Haha I was just thinking of you.

You were on the verge of throwing your phone against the wall, oh my god, this boy will ruin me. Flustered at his comment, you decided to ignore it. 

You: Are you in Seoul?

Him: On my way actually. I’ll see you at the airport?

You paused, startled at his sudden request. Is he serious?

You: What time do you land?

And… that was the last you heard of him, at least text-message wise. You cursed under your breath, confused at what he meant. That was when you were convinced that yep, Song Minho has lost his ing mind everyone. Does he walk through the airport with his eyes closed or something? Anyone in their right mind would know how crazy it can get when idols are scheduled to be there. Little that you know on the way home that evening… you may have lost it yourself when you mindlessly decided to drive the opposite way, straight to the airport.

“Remember that time at the airport?” He teases, holding in a laugh.

“Don’t even go there.”

“It’s not my fault I had that much of an effect on you.” Was that a smirk you just saw?

“Not your fault my , you’re asking for it Song Minho.” You shot back.

“Gladly.” He suppresses a smile. You glared at him, just as you were about to launch yourself at him he grabs your wrists with one hand, the other tickling your waist in a flash. In a burst of giggles, he pins your hands above your head as he hovers, confining you between his thighs. Powerless, you pleaded,

“Not ther- Please! No Minho-” You squeezed your eyes as he laughed along with you. To him, it was just you, your infectious laughter and… you. In the midst of all the chaos he looks down and man, with a view like this he could’ve sworn he had forgotten how to breathe. He finally stops and you realize that he’s not budging,

“What…?” Breathless as you tapped his shoulder.

“Just- Nothing.” He breathes, deciding to keep it to himself because he just knows how you’ll respond.

“You have to tell me now.” You followed his wavering eyes, struggling to look at you.

“Just thankful.” He lets out a small smile. Thankful for the sunrise this morning, and you who is just as beautiful. You held your gaze and decide to not question him, because you felt the same way.