𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

07 | I'll Fix It

He sips his ice americano while staring out the large window. "What made you move here?" He looks at me.

"Seungmin had moved here a year ago, opened the cafe and he had offered me a job but I always declined until I didn't and thought it would be good to move somewhere new"

I nod, makes sense. "So you and the boyfriend decided to move here and start new?"

"Why do you keep calling him my boyfriend?" He puts his coffee on the table, looking like he's getting irritated that I wouldn't let him lie to me.

"Because he is, I don't see why you're denying it Minho" His jaw clenched and unclenched.

"And you?" His eyes did not leave mine.

"Me what?"

"Are you with anyone?" I smirk at him and sip my drink.

"No" He lets out a small sigh of relief, looking down. "I just sleep around" His eyes snap back up to me.

I don't know why I was telling him this. Maybe it was because I knew it would hurt him. Apart of me didn't want to hurt him but he hurt me, he was still in a way hurting me.

He's here in front of me asking if I'm dating anyone and happy that I'm not when he is. He's in a full relationship and I'm not even mad that he's denying it but I'm mad that he's in it. That he's had someone to lean on and make him forget about me.

I slept around but I never had that. I never found someone that didn't feel like I was betraying him... I knew this would hurt him, I was his first everything.

My eyes go to the clock that was hanging on the cafe wall. "Are you in hurry?" I look at him, he looks so anxious.

"No, I have to meet Changbin in an hour so I have time" he nods, looking back out the window.

I chuckle, making him look at me "You've grown up to be quite awkward" He frowns.

"I'm not awkward, it's just weird to be around you again after so long" ouch.

"What made you want to open up a club, weren't you too young?"

"Age doesn't matter when you have a lot of money" He nods slowly, understanding that it was sadly true. "I met Changbin a month after moving here and at first when I had brought it up we had laughed about it. I never saw myself owning a club" His eyes were on me, listening to my every word. "One night it was brought up again and I think we had committed to the idea more so to prove that we can. The idea felt so out of reach at first so I feel like we were a bit intimidated and that's why we had laughed about it."

His gaze was so intense, making me look away and out the window. "I could never do that" I look at him as his big brown eyes stare at me, almost proudly. "I don't think I could risk putting into something for it to possibly go wrong"

I shrug "I had nothing to lose"

"I'm proud of you" I didn't think those four words could affect me as much as they did. Proud. I haven't felt like I've made anyone proud these past years.

I use to make my mom proud.

I use to make my dad proud.

I haven't heard those words in so long that I hadn't realized it was something I needed until now.

But why does it feel wrong? The way he's looking at me, feeling proud that I own a successful club. He shouldn't be proud. I wasn't just owning a club, but I've hurt people... killed them. He wouldn't be proud, they wouldn't be proud.

It was my life now, it was how I survived all these years. I was a coward when it came to owning up to those things out loud, especially if it was to him.