Agreement | 2Min

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A/N: sorry but the comments in the last chapter how y'all forgot the rules of the contract had me DYING LMAO- 😭💀
(Chapter 3 btw👀)

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~ Seungmins Pov.

When I slowly opened my eyes and came to my senses, I directly inhaled the pleasant scent of fresh and sweet.

I tossed and turned in bed because I was still totally sleepy and didn't really want to get up.

But then it hit me - the memories.

"Shit!" I cried out, pushing myself out of the bed I was lying in at lightning speed and looking across the room.

I was in Minho's room, in Minho's bed.

Completely panicked, I turned to my left, but fortunately found that no one was lying there.

Somewhat relieved, I exhaled looked down at myself and noticed that I wasn't wearing the same clothes as last night.

"Good morning sleepyhead."

I startled when I suddenly heard Minho's voice and looked forward to the door where Minho stood leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed in front of his chest and a smirk on his lips.

His black hair stood out messily and individual strands hung in his face.

Swallowing, I looked at him, not really knowing what to say.

I looked down at my changed clothes and then looked back up at Minho.
"Did you cha-" I didn't get any further than the black-haired one was already giving me the answer to my question with a nod.
"I didn't want to make you sleep in the clothes you already wore, so I put new ones on you." Shrugging his shoulders, Minho entered his room, saying this sentence as if it were something absolutely normal, while in me a pure emotional chaos broke out and my cheeks ran red.

The older one seemed to notice my sudden embarrassment and started laughing as he picked out some clothes from his closet.
"So you're embarrassed about something like that, but saying to me that you find it relaxing to trace my palm doesn't embarrass you?" Minho teased me and immediately another embarrassing memory came back to me.

"That can't be true..." I muttered to myself so Minho couldn't hear.

A tingling feeling spread through my stomach, as if someone had released a bunch of butterflies in it, which were now raging in my belly.

Why do I have to feel this way....

"And where did you sleep?" I cautiously inquired, not knowing if I really wanted to know the answer.

Minho walked from his closet to his desk and leaned against it.
"Well, where do you think I slept?" a smirk crept onto the black haired man's lips, causing a panicked feeling in me.

"We didn't sleep together, did we?" I paused, then averted my gaze.

Did I seriously sleep in a bed with Minho? Oh no, no that can't be true!!!