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19. Hwang Minhyun | Lost Love

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Pairing: Hwang Minhyun x reader

Genre: angst, romance, university AU, break up

Warnings: the above genres pretty much sums it up

Song prompt: The Aftermath – Fromm ft. Minhyun

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Your laughter ceased when your eyes caught his, a lump forming in your throat. You tried to divert your attention back to the conversation you were having with your friends and not watch as he ascended the lecture hall stairs towards a row lower than yours. But you couldn't help and watch his back profile as he took out his writing tools and prepared for the class to begin, vaguely hearing the voices of your friends continue on without you.

It was harder than you imagined it was going to be.

A month had passed, and thankfully most of that had been taken up with semester break. You knew you couldn't escape him for long though, your majors being the same.

The break-up had been mutual, or at least, that's what you had told each other. You had convinced yourself that since your dating had lasted only four months that you could get over him easily, that it wouldn't hurt for long.

But this was Hwang Minhyun you were talking about.

You had known each other for years, and yet you felt as if you still didn't know the tall boy either. You knew his appearance well, his dark hair styled to part over his handsome face, ending just before his feline shaped eyes. He had the most in-depth brown eyes you had ever seen on a person before; sometimes they were the warmest liquid chocolate shade and others they looked darker than umber. It was something that had initially drawn your attention to him years back, wanting to see how they appeared each day. And you still did the same thing, noting the many hues of brown that could be viewed from within them. Minhyun's face wasn't large and masculine nor overtly effeminate, but it captivated a lot of people who took the time to regard him. And if his looks didn't, his generous personality was quick to grab the attention of all those around him. He didn't aim to be popular, in fact, you knew him to be quite awkward, sometimes shy. But he naturally gained friends easily.

You knew, since you had been one.

It wasn't intended by either of you initially to move from friendship into something more. You both had been comforted by having a similar mindset towards education, appreciating the easiness that came with discussing class material and then whatever came into your heads from there. You challenged each other to think broader than the other and soon he was the first person you thought of contacting when you were having a hard time, or when you had scored really well on your Modern Literature essay. And he had done the same, one time walking up to you and interrupting your conversation with a fellow classmate to hug you after finding out he had won the scholarship he had applied for.

Perhaps it had started then, the growth of your feelings. You hadn't dated before and so you had no idea of what the appropriate signals were for liking someone passed what was typically showcased in movies and TV shows. But as another month slipped by with constant flutters in your stomach when you saw him, or feeling anxious to say the right thing when conversing, you nurtured those innocent flames of interest for the tall boy, fanning them when they got too strong, but still slowly building them to make them long-lasting.

It felt as though it took an eternal age for either of you to admit there was something more than friendship between you growing. You both had attempted, Minhyun becoming more affectionate towards you, subtle hand grazing, maintaining a protective hand held out when walking around busier parts of the campus. He had started messaging you more often as well, telling you things he had never told another before. And you had found yourself doing the same, purposely holding onto his lower arm to feel connected to him even when there was no need to be that close. You had embraced his messages and replied with your own, edging around a more than ready confession, waiting for that elusive right time.