𝑴𝒊𝒏-𝒆 || Min Ho x Reader

✧˖° | 05

"Hey, you're the..."

"Portland Stalker, yeah." Kitty finished, "I earned myself a serial killer name on Day 1."

Q exhaled worriedly. "You know, I really shouldn't be talking to you. I gotta stay Team Dae."

"Please, Q. You shouldn't be talking to me either then, because I'm Team Kitty." I shot back. Kitty beamed at me proudly. Q's face became even more confused.

"You guys hated each other a second ago!"

"I have the right to be upset. I have to be tutored," Kitty justified defensively.

"I'm still Team Dae, though," reminded Q.

"Does Team Dae know he and I have been dating for years, and the whole Yuri thing is weird and probably fake?"

"Weird, yes. But fake? Come on, life ain't a k-drama.."

As Dae walked in the cafeteria, Kitty's gaze bore into him unashamedly. I could see the slo-mo montage accompanied by background music in her eyes.

That's what I thought. If Dae weren't here, she'd be back in Portland without giving her dead mother a second thought.

"You saw the heat crackling between us this morning, right?" Kitty asked, now deciding to ignore Dae, who had sat down next to Yuri. "We were seconds away from kissing."

Q shrugged, taking a bite out of his lunch. "Maybe he's torn and confused."

I shrugged too. "Maybe he was gonna kiss you because he felt bad for you."

"He's not confused; he's miserable," Kitty stated. She gestured to their table as Yuri fixed his hair all lovey dovey. All the other girls at the table were doting over the two.

Poor guy, I thought. Haha. Serves him right.

"I know what I'm talking about, trust me," Kitty added confidently. "My sister, Lara Jean, was in a fake relationship with her boyfriend, Peter. Kind of my fault, then it turned real, and they're still together."

She smiled to herself at the memory (Kitty had a tendency to forget there were people around her), before the happy face vanished. "But that's not gonna happen with Yuri and Dae. I know. I'm a matchmaker."

"Yeah, you're good at setting things on fire." I whispered so she couldn't hear.

Q yawned, which was real. Kitty's eyebrows furrowed, and she glimpsed over her shoulder to see another boy yawning.

"Okay, I still don't—" he began.

"You like him." Kitty remarked straightforwardly. The seriousness in her eyes turned into a playful glint.

"Florian? No, no."

I grinned. "And I thought I was a bad liar."

Kitty matched my enthusiasm. "He was just yawning, then you yawned, and yawns are contagious, so..."

"He's an elitist. He thinks not liking Marvel movies is a personality."

I scoffed. "He doesn't like Marvel movies??" (Lowkey real though. Marvel hasn't given us a good movie since like 2022).

"Well, you're hot, he's hot, let's move into it!" Kitty exclaimed like it was a logical fact and beginning to stand up.

"Ah... I mean I don't think—" Q started.

"Come on, let me help you." Kitty pleaded.

"Let's not, Kitty. I'm still mad about him not liking Marvel movies."