Don't Make Me ~ Kang Minhee

Two

The dorms were as noisy as usual. Woobin and Allen were eating, and Jungmo was playing games. Everyone else was in their beds.

I stopped at Minhee's door, wondering if I should talk to him. I've liked him for a long time, and I was definitely scared. But I knew that I would eventually have to do something.

I knocked on the door and heard him say, "Come in." I walked in and he was sitting at his desk, writing something. I set my chin on his shoulder and peaked at what he was writing, but he got scared and quickly closed his notebook.

"What are you writing?" I asked as he looked at me, spooked. "It's just some ideas I had today. Ya know, those random thoughts that come into your head, and you just have to write them down or you'll forget about them. I've always done it. I don't know why you're just now realizing."

I smugly looked at him. "You've never done that in your life. And you were writing on the first page of the book." He looked confused, but sighed. He stood up and sat on his bed, patting the spot beside him for me to sit.

"I've been trying to write lyrics." I was shocked, but proud. I looked at him and he could see I was happy, but he didn't look very excited. "I'm not very good at it. I've been trying to help Serim and Allen a little, but it doesn't really work." He didn't sound sad, but he definitely wasn't cheerey.

"That's alright. You'll get used to it eventually. Maybe ask them for help. They'll be happy to." I leaned my head on his shoulder. He was hesitant, but he leaned his head onto mine.

There was a long silence as we both sat there, thinking. My heart was out of control. It was barely processing that this was happening.

"Not to make it sound cheesy," I began. "But I believe in you. I have from the beginning." He took a deep breath as I said that. Neither of us liked sappy things, but when it was needed, we didn't mind. "Maybe you can even ask Jooheon or I.M. They've been writing lyrics since before you were even a trainee." He chuckled and nodded against my head. "I might."

We sat there like that for a few minutes, hearing the muffled chaos of everyone else. I started to get sleepy, my eyes sinking.

Minhee put his hand over top of mine, which made me flinch, but not enough for him to notice. I was tempted to close my hand and hold his, but I didn't.

It was a long while of doing nothing but sitting there, his hand in mine, my heart and head going crazy.

His fingers moved slightly, like they were going to grab my hand. The pain and nervousness that shot through my body in that second was insane.

Before he wrapped around my hand, he suddenly stood his head up and sighed. "I'm getting tired, Kyunghu. I think we should both get some sleep." He looked at me with loving eyes, like he didn't actually want me to leave, but I agreed. "Yeah, you're right. You perform twice tomorrow."

He pressed his lips into a smile. "Goodnight. Thanks, again," he said quietly. He looked like he meant it. I smiled back at him. "You're welcome. Goodnight." I stood up and left the room.

Oh god.