minho

They had spent the entire afternoon together, laughing, kissing, and joking as they wandered through the city center. Minho had insisted on taking you home, though his excuse had been something like, "Not that I mind, but I don't trust you to get there on your own without tripping over something." Now, as you were settling into your room, your phone vibrated with several messages from him. ✉ [ Min ♡ ] Damn you for looking so fucking beautiful today

✉ [ Min ♡ ] I hate you... Well, I don't hate you, but I hate you for being so annoying.

✉ [ Min ♡ ] How do you expect me to sleep now after this date?

✉ [ Min ♡ ] Damn, I'm exhausted, but you... you're still there in my head.

✉ [ Min ♡ ] I didn't have that much fun, okay? It was bearable... I guess.

✉ [ Min ♡ ] But don't think anything weird, goodnight, beautiful :)

You stared at the messages while she chuckled to herself. That was her (odd) way of admitting she'd had a good time, even though she'd never say it out loud.