✤chapter 8

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look into my eyes, beautiful stranger
don't hesitate, hold my hand.

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Minho surveyed the room as the door locked behind him, the space felt cramped. His hands reached the loosely hanging AC panel on the wall. Thoughtlessly he pressed sixteen degrees and turned in on. There's no reason he would pass on air conditioning. Because as Jojo says his Uncle Minho is Elsa from frozen and the cold never bothers him anyway.


The person behind, increased the digit, setting it to a twenty four. Picking a pillow from the bed, she headed to the couch.


It was fifteen minutes to three, three in the morning. Minho couldn't be doing this right now. His energy was completely drained, but he decided to speak up. 'Do you want the bed?'


Who said chivalry is dead. From the skies, Papa Choi would be proud of his upbringing.




Hyuna had thought about this, she knew the topic would rise. Trying to be the humble girl, she planned to decline it at first and accept if he insists further. She clutched onto the pillow, shaking her head.





'Amazing. I wasn't planning to ask twice,' Minho announced, laying down on the single bed, his arms stretching out, filling the entire space. Hyuna's mouth fell open at the unexpected response. But soon she gave in, thinking that's the least she could do as a favor to her savior. He reached out to the table lamp, trying to turn it off.





'No, don't, I can't sleep if it's dark,' Hyuna stated, shifting on the sofa. Minho gave up the idea, turning to the other side. He shut his eyes close, but soon the ears turned sensitive, hearing the next room bed squeaking.





Hyuna buried her face into the pillow, muffling her giggles at the sounds that reached her ears. She chose to ignore but the other couldn't. One he couldn't sleep with lights on, two the heat in his body rose, and the sounds weren't helping. He increased the fan speed, hoping the noise would subdue the others.

















It felt nerve-wracking watching the ship reach the Osaka port. The initial emotion of running away faded and the low of being alone hit the woman. Hyuna thanked the sailors, promising to never forget their kind help.





The captain blessed the fake couple with happy matrimony. Minho held out his hand for Hyuna, descending the stairs. The members smiled, literally hooting as they watched the sweet pair get down. She turned back, waving at them repeatedly until the two made it out of sight.





After a fair distance, Minho left her palm. Giving a goodbye nod, he shoved his hands into the pockets, walking towards the dockyard gate. The humid wind greeting his relaxed face. Scent of fish and salt from the containers, filling the air.





'Mr. Long Legs!' Hyuna called out. His height's was the first striking feature, it couldn't offend him. Half-day together yet they didn't know each other's names. Minho stopped in his tracks. His mouth let out a sigh before turning around.





'Thanks.' Hyuna's lips curled into a quiet smile. They looked into each other's eyes, getting lost for a few seconds before she swiftly broke eye contact bringing her hands forward to return the folded jacket. She could have gone for a hug, but he looked like someone who didn't prefer them.





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