Collision || Lee Know

you're different

"This isn't the direction to your house?" He noticed. "I know, I wanna study at the library," I responded. "Library? You wanna act smart?" I hit his arm. "Shut up. Follow me or leave it." He gave me a glance. "What did I do?" He mumbled.

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I started to scan the bookshelves, while Minho casually slowly followed me. "What are you searing for? I can help," he suggested, so I held my phone up. "This one, I heard it's really good in doing explanations." I received a quick nod from him before heading past me.
Only a few minutes later, he came back with it.
"This one?" I took it taken aback. "Huh? How did you do it?" I asked, amazed. "In addition to find a book, you need to understand how the library is sorted." I shrugged. "Never needed this knowledge before."

We sat down at a single table. "Are my explanations not good enough?" He took off his back, leaning back. "No, it's not that. But I feel like I may understand it even better. The thing is I can take it home with me and always can pick it up when I need it," I told him. "You can do that with me too. You can take me home with you and you can ask me any time." I huffed. "Are you comparing yourself with a book?" He leaned forward, pointing at the book. "Think of it. We're somehow the same, both are unreadable for you." He took the book and turned it around. I noticed how I held it upside down. Damn, he was slick with that.

"Emberassed?" He grinned. "No, I didn't even start reading it yet," I improvised. "Neither you tried to read me, you just let anything happen." I slowly locked eyes with him. "Do you want me to read you? Do you want me to know every single thought and weakness that you have?" He focused on my lips before locking eyes again. "I don't like people knowing my following moves. Where's the surprise?" He answered, rather sharply. "See? Then you're nothing like a book because I will always know the following move by continuing to read." I opened it. "But you can just shut the book at a point where you might know too many informations you might not want to know." He placed his hands on top of mine, shutting it close. "But what if I want to know how it continues? What if I don't wanna stop mid way?" I questioned. "Well... then you could end up disliking it at the end." I kept quiet, pursing my lips. "How do you know what's my taste in books?" I asked. "Are we even still talking about books?" I snapped back out of this talk that was going way too deep. "No, we weren't," I mumbled.

"I know what's your taste in books... or in boys. And I also know well enough that you would just stop before you'd reach the end. That's why I'll leave you before you possibly can." I slowly blinked, understanding what he's saying. He isn't bad, neither a heartbreaker... I guess he's just scared of showing too much of himself to a point were he leaves before getting hurt at the end himself. That's actually kind of sad. Why would he think this way? What is there that he dislikes so much about himself? He must've realised me staring at him because I felt his fingertips moving on top of my hand before he fully let go. Minho opened the book again, shoving it over to my side. "Learn, you should get smarter." He switched topics, leaning back nonchalantly.

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"Am I even necessary here?" He stretched bored. I yawned and closed everything. "You can bring the books back," I told him, so he hesitantly did. Fine, I won't take the book with me. That only means that I'd rather hear the explanations from him instead.

"I'm taking my time to teach you, and you leave me hanging like this," he complained while we headed out. "I'm sorry. But I also told you I'd study here today. You didn't have to come along."
"Pay me a meal then, I'm hungry." I faced him. "Our restaurant is still open. Let my mom give you some noodles," I answered. "Only if you'll eat with me," he insisted. "I hate that dish." He linked arms. "Only one time... for me" Don't make me change my mind... "Fine."

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"You ain't gon eat?" I only sat on the opposite of him, waiting for Minho to finish. "Don't talk, eat," he continued. "Aren't you hungry though?" I shook my head. I hate it when he changes up so quickly, or was it because I might saw him too fragile... does he- "Wait" he suddenly stood up, exiting the restaurant. My vision only followed him. "Where is he going?" My mom peeked her head out, but I only shrugged.