The Ex
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The Ex
Staring: Han Mira (OC) x Minhyuk (Monsta X)
Words: 5,341 words
Genre: Romance Comedy
When the doorbell rang that morning, the last person I expected at the front door was my ex boyfriend, Lee Minhyuk.
“Hi Mira,” he greeted me with that same cheerful tone I was once so attracted to. I haven’t seen or even spoken to him after our breakup last year, so I had no idea what he was doing here.
Apparently I had no idea how to react either. For the past few seconds resembling an elongated eternity, I stood frozen at the door with the doorknob in my hand. No greeting, no smile—unless this awkward curve hanging on the tip of my lips counted as a smile—no nothing. Just the awkward little me meeting an ex.
“Uhm… Am I allowed to come in?” Minhyuk asked after a long moment of silence. He turned a blind eye on my awkwardness. Maybe he hadn’t noticed, because Minhyuk always noticed the things no one did, and he wouldn’t notice the things everyone else did.
“My parents are home, so…”
I mentally slapped myself at my poor attempt to keep him away. What was I expecting? What was I imagining? That he’d attack me when we’re alone in my room? No. That was all in the past.
“Perfect! That will make this all the more easier,” Minhyuk said, easily slipping past me to enter the house under no one’s invitation. Did he think he could come barging in as he pleased? But I ended up shutting the door in defeat, watching Minhyuk settle himself on the living room couch. Our two years of being together made him way too comfortable over here.
Being the good host I was, I got a glass of water for him anyway. He began sipping on it, giving me occasional glances as he continued gulping down in what seemed to be the slowest record for a person to drink. It was nearly impossible not to roll my eyes at him. I took a seat opposite of him, crossed my legs, folded my arms, and glared down at him with the most menacing look I could muster, like a gang leader.
“What are you doing here?” I asked sternly.
Minhyuk set his glass down and flashed a smile that once stirred my heart. It still does, actually.
“Well, it’s a funny story actually…”
“I’m not laughing,” I said, as serious as I could.
Minhyuk continued to grin in a way he knew would melt my anger away. I had to stay strong and hear out his reasonings.
“My cousin is getting married and I need you to come along as my date.”
Definitely not what I had expected. I froze in place, but the frown between my eyebrows said it all.
“You see, my family don’t know we broke up, so I might’ve kinda indirectly implied you would possibly want to come as my plus one.”
“What exactly did you say?”
“I said you’d love to come along,” he confessed, shutting his eyes in preparation of the pillow I would throw at him. Perfect hit against his shoulders.
“You didn’t imply I would come along, you made it sound like I had nothing better to do on that day!” I told him, throwing yet another pillow. How could I ever have fallen for such a guy? How?
“Do you? You usually like to stay in during the weekends, so might as well come along right?” Minhyuk said, knowing me a bit too well. Because during the one year apart, none of my introversion had changed. “The wedding’s tomorrow by the way.”
Just as I had resolved into a peace treaty with my angry self, he added more reasons to turn me into a she-demon.
“Couldn’t you have asked me sooner?”
“Aha! So you were waiting for me to invite you?”
I simply glared at him, returning to my stoic gang leader pose. “What time?”
“So you’ll do it, Mira? Yes! Thank you! I’ll pick you up at 5PM.”
If I didn’t know any better, Minhyuk looked like he would jump up and hug me. But he remained in place, doing some weird dance that embarrassed me. Yet I couldn’t help but smile at his dorky sight.
“I’m helping you out because I’m such a nice person,” I added on quickly, making sure he wouldn’t get the wrong ideas.
“I know Mira. That’s one of the many reasons why I love you,” Minhyuk casually said, as if it was a normal thing between exes to say.
My eyes widened, and my heart did that stupid jolt where it began to race slightly faster. Was Minhyuk aware of his present tense usage, or had he always been bad with grammar?
“See you tomorrow then,” he said, bidding me a quick farewell before he disappeared from the front door.
I must have been out of my mind. Two hours before the scheduled time, and I had spent way too much energy finding the perfect dress. It was a regular wedding, and I would only be a pretend date to Minhyuk. There was absolutely no need for me to go to this extent, but I couldn’t help it. I am quite a proper lady.
In the end, I settled on a red gown that reached all the way to the floor. It was a sleek satin dress that hugged my curves on the upper part, and fell loosely towards the bottom. I remembered Minhyuk’s tendency to wear red if he had no idea what to wear, which was pretty much all the time. I unconsciously tried to match him.
For the remainder of the time, I spent time dolling myself up—not for Minhyuk’s sake though. If I had to be a pretend date, I’d be the best pretend date there ever was.
The doorbell rang at exactly five as I finished applying my red lipstick. With the clutch in my hand, I quickly got down to the front door, yelling a quick bye to my parents.
When I opened the door to find Minhyuk once again, I hadn’t mentally prepared myself for the man I would find. He had cleaned himself up nicely. His black blond was styled to the back, creating a sophisticated look despite his youthful face. He wore a black tuxedo with a red bowtie, as expected. I had forgotten how incredibly handsome he was, or rather, the way he made me feel everytime I realized that.
“You’re wearing red. We look like an actual couple,” Minhyuk said, chuckling lightly to lighten the mood. He registered the matching color too, but did not know I kinda did that on purpose.
“That’s the intention for today’s wedding, isn’t it?” I asked, stepping out from the front porch on my tall black stilettos. He must’ve noticed my wobbling for he immediately took my hand in his, preventing me from falling down before I could even reach out for help.
“Still having troubles walking on those heels?” He asked, grinning so charmingly unlike his usual self. I blame it on the hairstyle, and his tuxedo. It gave extra brownie points to his attractiveness and manliness.
“Y-you know I’m not used to them,” I said, not knowing why it came out as a stutter. He was making my heart flutter in ways I didn’t want him to.
“I know,” he said. He released my hand, and s his arm around my waist, resting on my hips to create the perfect image of lovers in love. The feeling was too nostalgic, and my will power to move his arm began to fade. Truthfully, I guess I did not mind too much.
He walked to the car and held the door to the passenger seat open for me. Minhyuk had always been such a gentleman, and my lips unconsciously gleamed at him as he moved around the car to his own seat.
Being in his car itself was nostalgic. I loved the fact he owns a small sedan even though his friends and cousins cared more about the brand and luxury. There were so many reasons to love him, and I started wondering why we even broke up.
Right, because he was busy pursuing a degree in broadcasting and I in dentistry. We seldom had any time for each other, which led to more fights and tears. In the end, we decided to call it quits.
I waited as he did his usual ritual before driving. He started the car, checked the mirrors (to see how handsome he looked), tested the headlights, made sure I wore my seatbelt, then turned the engine on. His stereo started playing immediately, a song I could immediately recognize as Ailee’s Heaven.
As a reflex, I immediately turned to him. Does he remember it being my favorite song? Does he realize he used to try and serenade me by learning this song on the acoustic guitar? Of course he couldn’t play even after Hyunmi had taught him multiple times—multiple times being three meetings because Hyunmi’s boyfriend, Woohyun, got jealous at their skin contact. But, it was the effort that counted.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” He asked, noticing my constant staring. His hand trailed to his face, his chin like a model posing for a magazine photoshoot.
“Nothing.” Except for your good looks.
“I know we haven’t seen each other for a long time, but I’d be rich if I charged you per minute for staring at me.” He gave me a teasing look before his eyes moved to the road. He smiled so adorably like he actually enjoyed my public ogling of his face.
I was too embarrassed to respond to that, mainly because I didn’t know what to say either. I silently watched as he adjusted the air conditioner to steer away from my direction. Maybe he remembered the cold wind used to give me a fever. The thought warmed my heart, not even the cold breeze could shatter it.
“So what have you been up to? Done with your studies?” Minhyuk asked me as Ailee’s sweet vocals continued singing in the background.
“Not even close. We use an ice cube tray to store in people’s teeth last week, and that was only the beginning,” I said, wailing at the image. Innocent ice cubes were forever ruined in my mine.
Minhyuk laughed heartily, letting his laughter linger into a smile. “That sounds practical. What else?”
“Hmm… I’m going to learn how to pull out someone’s teeth soon. Apparently we need great strength to do it.”
He laughed again, and everytime I heard the beautiful sound, I couldn’t help but smile along. Something about his laughter was always contagious.
“I can help you out with that. How does a match at arm wrestling sound?” He offered.
I squinted my eyes at him. “Is this an excuse to hold my hand?” I asked him jokingly.
“Don’t be silly, Mira. I got this entire night to hold your hand. I was genuinely offering to help,” Minhyuk said in a matter of fact way.
Honestly, I did not expect him to admit it that easily, or that he actually thought about holding hands. My eyes furtively drew towards his arms on the steer, and I remembered how he used to drive with one hand as the other one held unto mine. Of course we couldn’t do that now.
“What else have you been up to?” He suddenly asked again.
“Why this sudden curiosity? You had a year to ask me how I was doing, but you didn’t.” It came out a bit saltier than intended. Maybe I was a little upset that we lost contact. The slightest bit of attention from him made me yearn for my past feelings.
“Well, we have to pretend like we are still dating. It would be weird if I didn’t know what you’ve been up to for the past year,” he reasoned, and he was right. Maybe his interest was genuine after all, but it felt nice to have someone to easily talk to.
“Pretty much still training to be a dentist,” I said, sighing out loud as I finally raked my gaze away from him. “What about you?”
“I won a contest to intern at Mnet. A thousand people joined, but only two people were chosen. I’m one of them,” he said in a way that showed his excitement without actually bragging about it.
“Minhyuk, that’s amazing!” I said, pivoting my entire body to slightly face him. If we weren’t restrained by the seatbelts and if he wasn’t driving, I’d lean over to give him a hug. “I knew you could do it. I knew you’d make it big someday.”
“Well, you were always the only one who truly believed in me. The one who loves me despite my chatter mouth,” he said, laughing to himself.
Again, present tense. Did he assume I was still in love with him? Somehow I couldn't bring myself to correct him, and simply smiled. That one hour car ride felt much shorter when we continued to chat and catch up on life. It was as if we had never been apart, as if he had always been a part of my life.
I realized how much I had actually missed him.
The wedding was grand and majestic, like a fairytale brought to life. The ballroom was packed with people walking around in flowy gowns and tuxedos. Strangely, I recognized a lot of these people because Minhyuk had taken me to several family gatherings back when we were still dating.
I flinched a little when Minhyuk suddenly wrapped his fingers around mine, holding me closely in fear I’d disappear the moment he’d let go. His eyes didn’t look at me, but kept scanning the surrounding. Good, he wouldn’t notice the face I made trying to calm my clamoring heartbeat. He wouldn’t notice the blush forming behind my rosy pink makeup.
“First, we gotta go meet my parents,” he caught me off guard when he leaned in to whisper to my ear. The tingling sensation made me shiver a little, unable to feel his hot breath against my skin without possibly wanting something else.
“What’s wrong?” He asked innocently, completely not understanding why my body retracted like a turtle hiding within its shell. He was adorably dumb sometimes.
“Nothing, let’s meet your parents,” I said after successfully composing myself. Be cool, Mira. You got this.
He lightly squeezed my hand, telling me that he’d be there too. Somehow it reassured me, even though, technically, he was the root of the problem.
Sometimes I wondered the way his logic worked. Couldn’t he have told his parents about our breakup? It would be much easier than dragging me all the way here to pretend everything was a-okay.
“Oh, Mira!” The warm shrilly voice interrupted my thoughts. It bore the same cheerful quality as Minhyuk's voice did. Like mother, like son. “We haven’t seen you in so long. You look lovelier than the last time we met.”
“How do you do, Mrs. Lee?” I asked politely, but she had pulled me into a mighty bearhug. I wondered how a small woman possessed such brute strength, and kept my smile on display as she released me.
“You haven’t visited us in a long time. Were you having too much fun with our son?”
“What?” My cheeks flushed red. I can’t believe she actually said that. Dear Lord, how will I face Minhyuk now?
“She’s too busy studying to have a little fun, mom,” Minhyuk said, just as casual.
Am I the only one who had the wrong impression of the word fun? I chuckled sheepishly at my own stupidity.
“You should go around and greet your cousins. Everyone grew up so well,” Mrs. Lee said, completely awestruck at her observation. She bid us goodbye because she wanted to try out some finger food.
Minhyuk grabbed my hand again, lacing his fingers so naturally like a perfect fit. He kept his pace slow so I wouldn’t fall, but his feet were still long. Some random dude bumped into me, and I prayed to God my stilettos wouldn’t break. It didn’t, but I did, however, lose my balance.
“Mira!” Minhyuk called out with great reflexes, using his entire strength to pull me against him like a classic romcom stunt. I fell right against his chest—his chest that once used to feel all soft like a marshmallow, his chest that was now rock hard as I let my face linger longer within his embrace.
“You okay?” He asked, carefully holding me by my arms to lift me back on my feet.
“Have you been working out?” I unconsciously blurted out.
Well done, Mira. Great job at keeping your thoughts to yourself.
Minhyuk looked surprised, but grinned mischievously afterwards. He enjoyed my rather inappropriate observation. “Gotta impress the ladies, you know.”
And right that moment, something in my heart tugged. It was a feeling opposite to the fluttery tingles he had been giving me all day. Instead it felt like someone began puncturing my heart with a needle.
“Probably wouldn’t work when you have me hanging around you,” I reminded him. If he planned to pick up some ladies, which I was totally fine with, having a pretend date wasn’t the wisest decision.
“Guess I’ll have to impress you then,” he said, smiling confidently at me. Oh my God, he hung out with Woohyun and Hyunmi too much during our time apart. The Minhyuk I used to know wasn’t this cheesy.
“Hey! Look at you two.” A male voice cooed from behind.
Minhyuk still held unto me as we gently turned back, seeing the Lee’s close family friend, Jooheon. He used to hang out with Minhyuk too, and I remembered him as the fun and cheerful friend.
“Jooheon! Didn’t expect to see you here,” I said, casually greeting him with a hug as he reached out to me with open arms.
“Didn’t expect to see you here either,” Jooheon spoke a whisper intended for me, but got caught by Minhyuk.
“Why not?” I asked him coolly.
“I thought you two broke up. There hasn’t been many social media updates from any of you,” Jooheon remarked.
I heard Minhyuk grunt, and the next thing I knew, I was away from Jooheon’s arms and back in Minhyuk’s embrace. His arm was back on my waist, and he held me so close I could hear the rhythm of his heart in my ear. It raced as fast as my own heart beat.
“We don't update our social media because we’re busy spending time with each other,” Minhyuk said defensively. His words were so convincing even I believed him for a moment.
“Really?” Jooheon asked, eyeing me from top to bottom with a growing smile. “Too bad. I was kinda hoping it was really over.”
The words should have had no effect on two people who were no longer dating each other. So it surprised me when Minhyuk’s chest hufffed impatiently with budding anger and pushed Jooheon by the shoulder.
“Back off, Jooheon. Mira’s mine.”
My heart was going on a rampage, similar to the first time Minhyuk caught me staring at him and smiled. The first time we held hands so I wouldn’t get lost in a sea of people. The first time he confessed to me using Ailee’s lyrics of Heaven. And like the first time we kissed after he asked me for permission. The memories returned in a sweet explosion of emotions I couldn't withhold.
He held my hand and led me away from Jooheon. A part of me didn’t want him to let go this time. Maybe it was the nostalgia, but it felt nice having someone protect me for once. Someone whom I could depend and trust. Someone who loves me.
“We should go sit at our table,” Minhyuk said, looking around to find the table with our assigned number. Luckily we were away from his parents, or we’d have to keep pretending.
I kept quiet and followed him. Could not risk my runny mouth from blurting more embarrassing things. We sat down, and of course Minhyuk greeted everyone at the table. He probably wasn’t close with any of them, but as always, Minhyuk acted like long lost siblings with anyone. He threw questions prompting them to open up to him. It was in that way that he broke my shell too. In no time, he got a glimpse of the real me, and accepted me for who I was.
“I know how to make balloon animals too,” Minhyuk was now talking to the six year old twins sitting beside him. He held their animal balloon and pretended to transform it using nonsense movements, to which the children laughed at.
The sight conflicted me. I myself was not very fond of kids, but you could tell Minhyuk would be a great father someday. I don’t know whether I should admire his family oriented trait.
“You really love kids, don’t you?” The man next to the twins spoke. The father, I assume.
“I sure do!” Minhyuk’s face gleamed up like a puppy about to be receive treats.
“You should hurry up and get married so you can make your own,” the man said.
I gulped, turning red instantly. What was wrong with this family and their blunt encouragement to make love? I quickly buried my head by looking down at my fingers clenching my red gown. Was Minhyuk just as flustered?
“We aren’t that far in our relationship yet,” Minhyuk said hesitantly, chuckling sheepishly. His answer sounded convincing enough.
“Oh, but a guy your age must’ve proposed to her already, haven’t you?” The mother of the twins asked. She seemed too giddy about the topic for her age.
“Uuhm… Well…”
I turned to Minhyuk with a worried glare. Why aren’t you saying no?
“You proposed to her already! Where is the ring? Let us see the ring,” the woman prompted eagerly.
Great. Soon we’ll have to pretend a walk down the aisle and pretend saying “I Do” in front of a pastor.
My panicked thoughts cleared up when Minhyuk encased his hand around my right fist. He rubbed his thumb around my ring finger, and gently pressed his lips against it for all to see. My mouth hung wide open in disbelief, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
“We were in a hurry, so she forgot to put on her ring,” Minhyuk told the couple with a smile.
Wow, he was going all out with the lie. He didn’t even feel the slightest bit guilty.
“How did you propose to her?” The man asked. Good question.
“Yeah, babe,” I called out sweetly, deciding to play along. He flinched a little at the pet name we used to call each other with, and I smirked. “Remind me how you proposed to me.”
Minhyuk looked so lost when he widened his eyes so innocently, parting his lips in wait for a lie to appear.
“Do we have to talk about this? The kids wouldn’t enjoy it,” he said.
“We will! We’ll enjoy it!” The twins said in sync, knocking the utensils in their hand against the table like soldiers marching for battle.
I grinned again. Kids weren’t so bad after all. “Yeah, I insist, babe. Tell us the story.”
Minhyuk briefly met my eyes before he quickly looked away again. He was imagining something.
“Mira had to stay after hours at the hospital that day. I told her I wouldn’t be able to pick her up cause I had something else to do. She got annoyed with me and hung up the phone. What she didn’t know was that I was at her house, preparing the most romantic proposal I could think of.”
“Awwww,” the twins and mother cooed. I unconsciously found myself cooing along too.
“I did a lot of research on Google, watched a lot of Korean dramas, read a lot of manga, and studied Hollywood chick flicks. I took all those cliche proposal ideas and combined it into one.”
“Ah, a wedding proposal extravaganza,” the woman squealed to herself.
“Wait, I wanna hear the rest,” I told her, shushing her down in the most polite way. My eyes were glued on Minhyuk, watching his genuine expression when he told the make belief scenario. His eyes twinkled with a believable joy from that day, and I drowned myself in his gaze.
“I waited in her room. I had the entire place covered with red roses, lavender scented candles because she loves those, and heart shaped balloons. I even got a poem ready that got approved by Woohyun and Hyunmi.”
“Dear God,” I muttered under my breath and began chuckling. Those two had probably corrected a normal confession into an uber cheesy one.
“And when night finally came, I heard the front door opening. I knew Mira was home, so I got ready for the biggest surprise and took out a guitar,” Minhyuk said proudly.
“A guitar? But you can’t play the guitar,” I interrupted, though my smile refused to leave.
“I secretly took lessons because I wanted to impress you. My fingers got blisters, and my skin was chapped,” Minhyuk said, showing off his perfectly normal fingers as the twins began screaming in horror. “But it was all worth it for you.”
My heart continued pounding against my chest, and I didn’t want it to stop. “And then?” I asked instead, staring intently at Minhyuk who met my eyes once again. “What happened then?”
“When you entered the room, I immediately started singing Heaven by Ailee. When I finished singing, I read the poem declaring you as my heaven. Because no matter where I am, as long as I’m with you, even my gloomiest days feel like heaven,” Minhyuk said softly, his eyes never leaving mine.
“And then?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I was too captivated to look away, not wanting to spend a single second not looking at him.
“Then I asked you to marry me, and you said yes.” Minhyuk lifted my hand, stretched out my fingers, and pretended to slip an invisible ring through my ring finger. He grinned in satisfaction at his own artwork, so overjoyed by the smallest little things.
I didn’t know at what point my eyes started to moisten. The scenario he painted was too beautiful, and a part of me was saddened by the fact it would always remain a scenario. This was our happy ending we never got to live. The happy ending we could’ve attained if we had fought a little harder to stay together.
The married couple and the twins were still in awe, mistaking my tears to be one of happiness. Minhyuk was surprised when he saw me crying, but without questioning, wrapped his arms around me, and allowed me to cry on his shoulder.
I realized I still had feelings for him.
The ride home was filled with silence. This time, I was afraid I would say something along the lines of not wanting to leave him. A night spent with him made me realize how much I still cared for him. Our time apart does not deteriorate the feelings I have for him. I still loved Lee Minhyuk, even if he no longer felt that way about me.
“We’re here,” Minhyuk spoke as the car stopped in front of my house. I have never dreaded being home so much, because the moment I walked into my house, Minhyuk would walk out of my life. I couldn’t bear losing him the second time.
He held the car door open for me, making sure to be my support as he helped me balance on my heels. I couldn’t imagine spending tomorrow without him. Reality was harsh.
“Thank you for today. You don’t know how much it means to me. My parents really liked you, so they would’ve been devastated if they knew,” Minhyuk explained, awkwardly looking away.
“You can’t keep lying to them forever. I can’t always pretend to be your date,” I said, my chest hurting as I said it. Because taking the place by your side, knowing it wasn’t mine to begin with, hurts.
“I suppose,” he said, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Well, it was nice catching up with you again, Mira. I’ll see you then.”
My lips quivered before I could say goodbye. I hopelessly watched him head to his car as I remained at the front door. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want him to go. I had to say something. Anything.
“Were you really going to propose to me?”
Maybe I had better stayed quiet. I bit my lips and mentally hit my own head for that embarrassing question. At least he turned to face me again, seemingly in thought. There was a conflicted look on his face that morphed into determination as he marched back to me.
“Mira, we dated for two years. Of course the thought had crossed my mind several times,” he said honestly, as if it were a secret he was dying to share with me.
“And that proposal…” I coyly tucked my long brown hair behind my ear and looked away from him. “Were you really going to propose me that way?”
“Yeah, that was the plan.” He stared at me intently, his fingers gently moving to place more hair strands behind my ear. Unknowingly, his hand slowly began cupping my face, and I shut my eyes at the familiar touch. “I think you would’ve really liked it.”
“I think I still would,” I said, giving up on trying to control my words.
Minhyuk widened his eyes, at a loss for words. His mouth hung open, but he couldn’t find the right words to say. So I helped him out as I placed my hand on his, pressing it against my cheek.
“My feelings for you haven’t changed a single bit. If I could wait an entire year for you, surely I can wait in the midst of your busy schedule,” I said, watching his eyes shimmer with hope.
“Are you saying you want to nullify our breakup?” He asked eagerly, and I could visually imagine a puppy wagging its tail.
“Not nullify, exactly.” I looked for better words to rephrase the statement. “We could give us another chance.”
He replied by crashing his lips unto mine when I least expected it. The move was so rough I nearly stumbled over, but he had his arms wrapped around my back to keep me steady. In no time, I was kissing him back with equal passion and desire, not knowing how much I wanted it to happen until it happened. There was nothing I wanted more than to truly be his.
All his feelings were unleashed as he continued devouring my mouth, a big contrast from our first shy little pecks. One year’s worth of yearning was redeemed in this one kiss.
I finally pulled away, snatching for breath as my shoulders huffed up and down. As much as I’ve missed him, we had to clear things up.
“Does this mean we are getting back together?” I asked, flinging my arms around his shoulders, linking my fingers behind his neck.
“You don’t know how many times I imagined for this day to come,” Minhyuk said, resting his hands on my hips again. “It was so hard trying to get over you, in the end I just gave up.”
I scoffed. “You gave up?”
“Couldn’t stay away from you for too long. This wedding was a good excuse to be with you again,” Minhyuk finally confessed, grinning cheekily as my mouth gaped open in an exaggerated shock. He laughed and pinched my cheek. “Agreeing to the break up is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I love you too much to let you go again.”
I smiled, giving him a light peck on the lips. I was certain I would never let him go either.
“That makes the two of us.”
I hope you like it!!! Like I said, I love ex-turn-to-lovers-again aus because it gets bittersweet like this. This story is especially tailored for you and Minhyuk~ See? Notice the dentistry and ice cube tray reference? And him as a broadcasting major because he'd do well as an MC XD I just hope I wrote the characters as close as possible to reality. Sorry for a super unoriginal title, I couldn't think of anything. And also that gif of Minhyuk, it was the only one I could find of him wearing a blazer... sort of.. XD
Another one shot exchange. You can read the one for me HERE.
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