Waiting For Us | ❝Hyunho❞

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I put it back where it was. I went to the kitchen to make something for breakfast, unfortunately I barely found things in the kitchen.

I suddenly found a packet of pasta, and fortunately i could only make pasta. So i tried making it for him.

After finishing making it, i quickly got ready as I ran out of time. I headed out from his house. As soon as I walked out and was closing the door, I heard someone's voice.

"Hey Minho hyung, where you going at so early?" he said as I turned to him and he gave a confused look.
"Ah, my bad, you were wearing his clothes so..." he apologised. "It's okay haha-"

"Who are you anyway? I never saw you here before" he asked. "I'm.. Hyunjin.. Hwang Hyunjin" I introduced myself. "And I'm uh.. his... Uh.. Uhhhh.. Nothing" I was confused about what to say.
"His what?"

"fr.. friend?"

"Oh, I see, why are you hesitating to tell this, I'm Jeongin by the way" he said as I nodded. "I'm his neighbour."

"Ah, thats nice..." i replied with an awkward smile.
I then went inside the elevator so did he. It was the two of us. There was an awkward silence between us for a while.

"Did you comfort him?" he asked, breaking the silence.  "About?"

"He again got low marks in his recent test, he really worked hard this time but he couldn’t make it," he replied as I sighed. "Yeah, I saw. Ten out of fifty isn't bad though" I replied and he nodded.
"He works really hard, i just feel bad. You know how his mother is like." he said and the elevator opened.

"What? Like what?" I asked as we walked out of the elevator. "Don't you know?"

"Ah.. I'm not his friend actually. We just met about a week ago.." I said the truth.
"I see.. That's why you don't know. It's okay, his mother wanted him to be perfect in studies. But since he isn't, they just left him and went to another apartment. He told that he wasn't the way his mother wanted him to be,"

"That... Doesn't make sense to be honest but yeah, it's very much like it. He's gone through alot." he added as i just kept listening to his words.

"He's neglected by his parents so he lives alone now, for about 3 years i guess? We know each other for two years haha, he's a very sweet guy." he further said.

"Ah.. Thanks for telling" I told as i smiled. "I think.. He's gonna scold me if he gets to know that I told you these, just don't let him know I told you these-"

"Yeah, surely"

He checked the time by his watch and looked back at me. "I'm getting late, gotta go, see you"

I just nodded and waved my hand. He didn't seem to be that kind of a sweet guy, he was more like a badass.
But I thought i gotta believe jeongin, since he had known him for two years, while we met for only a week.

I then walked to my uni, like usual.

Minho's point of view

When i woke up, it was already 10 am. I stretched my arms as i looked over my bed. Finding no one, i got up and kinda searched for hyunjin and did my morning routine as well. I thought he had left.

I went to the kitchen to drink water when a bowl caught my eye. It..
Was the pasta I had saved for later.

"Oh my.. Fuck what who did this-" i looked at it, it was indeed looking quite delicious.
But i was quite blank after seeing the pastas cooked, which i wanted to try after some more days later, on the weekend.

I found a piece of paper under the dish.

"Thanks ig, for taking care of me. Here's a lil gift? And don't skip uni. I hope we never meet~"

A little smile appeared on my face, but then again looking at the pasta, the blank Expression again came back.

I tried it out anyway, it wasn't disappointing. He was a nice cook, i had to admit.

After finishing eating, i went to my room and got ready for uni. I usually don't eat breakfast, but that day was something else. It made me feel energetic anyway.

I would be lying if i said hyunjin wasn't cute or pretty. He definitely was, something was stopping me from admitting it. I thought i was developing a crush on him, only a little. Though he would never like me back because of my shitty personality, i would still continue to be with him, more likely.

Fate kept bringing us together, at the end of the day. Even though we didn't intend to meet each other, still somehow we met every single day, after the first day.

Did the butterfly bring us together?