STRAYKIDS — Minho

"𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡." The dorm was unusually calm. Practice had ended hours ago. Everyone had collapsed somewhere in the living room, exhausted. "Kitchen duty." The words had barely left Chan's mouth before everyone pointed. You. And Minho. "Cooking duo!" Han cheered. "Again?" you groaned. "Again," Seungmin nodded. "Fate," Jeongin added dramatically. So now you were in the kitchen. Side by side. Cutting vegetables. Stirring pots. Acting completely normal. Like the two of you weren't dating. Because that was your thing. You weren't very affectionate around the members. Minho endured it. Usually. Until tonight. The knife in your hand paused when you felt someone staring. You glanced sideways. Minho looking directly at you. "What?" you asked. He sighed. Long. Dramatic. "Jagiya." You nearly dropped the spoon. "Minho!" "What?" "You can't just—" "I've had enough." "…Enough of what?" He put the spatula down. Turned toward you. "Enough of pretending." Your eyes widened. "The members are literally right there." "They're always there. That's true." "Exactly." Before you could react— Minho stepped closer. "Do you know," he said calmly, "that you haven't looked at me properly all day?" You blinked. "What?" "You heard me." "Minho, we've been together since practice." "Not the point." "Then what is the point?" "The point, is that I missed you." You stared. "...You saw me twenty minutes ago." "I know. I still missed you." From the living room— Han's unmistakable whisper: "HE'S BEING CUTE." "Shut up," Minho called. Silence. Felix laughed. "You said that way too fast, hyung." Minho ignored them completely. Which was worse. He rested his chin on your shoulder. Just like that. Without warning. "Minho." "Hm?" "The members." "Hm." "Not helping." "Hm." You turned your head. He wasn't even pretending to care anymore. "You're clingy." "No." "You're literally attached to me." "Correct." "That's not a denial." "I know." Giggles heard from the living room. "Look at him." "Completely gone."