Language of Love|| Minchan

Chapter 8

Minho's Pov

The next day, Jisung spent the whole day getting me ready for the blind date, making sure that I looked just right. He dressed me like a doll in a red dress shirt and black slacks. He made me put on a little bit of makeup as well. It seemed that he was more excited for this date than I was, which I guess wasn't saying much since I wasn't looking forward to it at all.

He didn't tell me who I was supposed to meet on this date, which was odd since he usually told me everything about the guy I saw. His name, age, job, what he looked like, his hobbies. Everything.

But this one was different, he said. He said it was special, and he knew that it would work out. He could "just feel it in his bones," apparently. When he rushed me out of my room to show my parents the outfit he'd dressed me in, I asked them if they knew anything, but I should've known they'd be dirty liars. It was clear that they did as they looked the happiest they had since I came home. But they said they knew nothing.

I rolled my eyes, just letting Jisung take me to the restaurant that I was supposed to meet this "perfect match" that Jisung was going on and on about. Why did he think that setting these dates up here would be a good idea? He knew how much that restaurant affected me. He knew what it meant. But he still kept bringing me here.

He parked the car in the parking lot, and we walked up to the restaurant's front door. "As always, the name is under Han Jisung. Now, go have fun!"

He opened the door for me, and I walked inside, internally groaning. There was the hostess that I now knew on a first-name basis. She worked here every time I came for one of these blind dates.

"Hey, there, Minho. I'm assuming you're here under Han Jisung again?" She asked, a sad smile plastering her face.

"Yep," I sighed, knowing that she knew the reason I was there. It was a sick feeling. She saw me fail time after time. She must've been wondering why I kept trying.

"Alright. Let me show you to your table," she sighed, grabbing a menu, and leading me to a table in the center of the restaurant. Before I got there, I saw who was already sitting. I stopped in my tracks, refusing to believe that what I was seeing was, in fact, true.

You watched the hostess with curious eyes before looking around the room, your gaze meeting mine. I felt paralyzed, wanting to just walk out immediately and pummel Jisung to the ground. But I also wanted to run up to you and give you the biggest hug I ever could.

I couldn't move. I was stunned. The emotions coursing through my body gave me whiplash-hatred, anger, betrayal, longing, lust, love.

Need.

I needed you. I needed you more than anything else. As tears pricked my eyes, I slowly walked up to the table that you and the hostess were waiting for me at. I took my seat, avoiding your eyes as best I could.

"Alrighty. Your server will be with you in just a moment. I hope you enjoy your meals!" She beamed before walking away.

I nodded, staring in my lap. It was hard for me to breathe, feeling your heavy stare on me. I tried my best to take a few deep breaths to calm myself down before gaining the courage to look up.

And there, I saw you. Dressed in nice clothes, your hair styled in the way that you knew I loved, watching me with the softest and most loving look in your eyes. The tears in my eyes finally fell down my cheeks as I observed you. I noticed that what you were wearing wasn't too expensive despite looking so lovely, and I immediately knew why.

It was then that I knew that I wasn't going to leave you ever again. No matter what happened, I was going to fight, and I wasn't going to lose you a second time. There was nothing that was going to tear us apart this time around.

"Hey, Minho..." You spoke, giving me the softest and purest smile I had ever seen on your face. I could see your eyes tearing up as well as you looked at me.

That was when I broke down. When I heard your voice for the first time in months. It was too much to bear, seeing you in person and hearing you speak. Seeing you look at me with nothing but adoration. "I fucking missed you. So fucking much," I cried, letting more tears fall.

You let out a sad chuckle and nodded softly. "I missed you, too."

That was when the server walked over to our table, pouring some water into our glasses before saying anything. I tried to collect myself, not wanting to have him notice my tears. Once he stood up, that was when he began introducing himself and took our order for the night. He walked off, leaving us alone with each other.

It was silent at first, neither of us knowing what to say. I was racking my brain with everything I wanted to say. "I hate you." "I love you." "Why didn't you fight for me?" "Why'd you let me leave?" But none of those came out. They stayed inside, the conversation not ready for them just yet.

"So, um... what have you been up to?" You asked first, grabbing your glass of water and taking a sip.

"Honestly, nothing. Nothing's new. Besides therapy."

You widened your eyes once I mentioned therapy. I wasn't sure if you were surprised, glad, or concerned. "You're going to therapy?"

"Yeah," I nodded my head, looking down, feeling ashamed for some reason. "I needed it. Bad. I wasn't doing too well," I confessed, scared to receive your reaction. I didn't know if you would take it personally or not, but I hoped not. It was something that I needed, regardless of our relationship. You and I both knew that. I guess our breakup was what pulled the trigger on me going.

"I'm sorry..." You sighed, and now it was your turn to lower your gaze in shame.

"Don't. It's not all your fault. I needed it for other reasons than just you. I'm not going to lie, though. You did mess me up pretty bad," I chuckled jokingly in an attempt to lighten the mood. You did too, which let me feel more at ease.

"Yeah, I bet. You messed me up, too. So, I guess it's mutual, then," You laughed.

It was strange being able to have a casual conversation just like we used to despite the turmoil that we put each other through several months ago. It wasn't a bad feeling at all, though. This time, I was going to make it last. I wasn't going to let this go.

"Oh, you didn't order your wine," I noticed, looking at the glasses in front of us, only seeing the water. Anytime we came here, you would always get the same disgusting red wine that somehow burned my throat. But this time, you didn't, and I was confused.

"I didn't want you drinking any."

It took a moment to register, but once it did, I slapped my hand up to my mouth, recalling our first anniversary when I had tried it and absolutely hated it. "I completely forgot about that..."

"I figured."

Lowering my hand back to my lap, I continued, "You can still get it. I'm not going to drink it. I don't like it."

You raised an eyebrow, questioning my statement. "You're not going to try to impress me anymore?"

"Am I not impressive on my own? Be impressed that I didn't punch you when I walked in here." I never would've done that in the first place, but I was going to joke about it. Then I decided to change the subject to a question that had been burning my mind since I saw you sitting at the table. It was hard to ask, but I needed to know the answer. "Um... did you know that I was coming? Jisung didn't tell me that it was you."

You nodded your head before verbally answering. "Yeah, I did." You seemed shy about the answer.

"Why did you agree to come?"

You looked up at me with an endearing look in your eyes, like it was the answer to my question. "Because it was you. I missed you. Why wouldn't I have agreed?"

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