Adore You (MiNayeon AU) [✔]

if you want to keep me, you gotta love me harder

"Momoring, do you think it's us 'til the end?" Mina asks softly, her head resting on Momo's chest as she draws small hearts with her finger on Momo's shoulder, her leg draped across her lover's body.

"We're endgame, Mitang." Momo answers confidently, stroking Mina's hair, gently pulling her in for a kiss.

Mina has been doing so well for so long not letting Hirai even into her dreams.

Tonight however, Momo doesn't break in forcefully; she enters Mina's thoughts through the front door, as if expecting a warm welcome. Mina's mind is Momo's home.

We're endgame, Mitang.

No. Hirai is nothing but a distant memory.

*****

If someone were to hack Nayeon's phone, the last three apps she used would reveal who's taking up her headspace.

1. Naver - A long search history of questions about Mina:

How do you know when you already love someone

What to do when u fall for someone you can't

How long does it take to fall in love

Is love just a chemical reaction

Is love a kind of sickness

Developing feelings for fwb

How to know if your fwb has feelings for you

How to know if someone likes you back

ImTech Myoui Mina

Is it possible to undo feelings

2. Phone - A call log with several outgoing calls to a contact named [Just Mina] and a missed call from her housekeeper

3. Messages - Drunk texts to contact [Just Mina] telling said person "I miss you in the middle of the night so it's you who has to pick me up" in variations.

Nayeon's head is pounding, but when she reaches for her phone and sees the last message she sent, she sobers up surprisingly quick and throws her phone across the room, only to realise she isn't in her own flat.

This is a room Nayeon has never been in, but she feels a weird sense of familiarity.

When she retrieves her phone and looks around the room, she observes that it's tidied up — shelves are filled with books arranged alphabetically and thematically, figurines are lined up neatly, a small photo of a dachshund is framed nicely, even the items on the dresser are arranged — the way things would be, if organised by Mina.

It's too early to think about Mina, but here she is, doing just that. To give credit to herself though, she has gone through another process of coming to terms with herself. First was accepting she likes Mina, and the latest is accepting she's falling (not fallen, because every minute spent with Mina just makes her fall harder) in love with the team leader.

She falls harder especially when she hears the sound of violin playing from outside the room. It wasn't coming from speakers or a turntable, it was being played live by someone. The music leads Nayeon to the living room, where she finds Mina.

She sees Mina with messy morning hair, wearing an oversized shirt, bare legs showing, playing a violin with her eyes closed.

I love you. Nayeon sighs as she watches Mina. The tiny voice in her head surprises her.

Nayeon stays slack-jawed, standing there in awe of Mina. If only Mina's eyes were open, she would've seen Nayeon's twinkling eyes of adoration.

Mina's right arm is perfectly curved, her wrist at the perfect angle, as she saws gracefully through the strings. Her once-calloused fingers press against the strings to make the violin cry with melody.