Sasaeng Sister [In big roles: Sunghoon, Lee Know, skz, Ateez, Jungkook]

Chapter 3

Even though I had to go with Hari, I counted the days to the Enhypen concert. One night I listened to their newest EP on repeat and tried on every single dress Ae Ri had bought for me.

At half past one, I finally decided to set a blue dress aside, ready for the concert day.

I took off my headphones and tiptoed to the upstairs bathroom, careful not to wake anyone up, especially Ae Ri and Mike, who had complained about people watching the TV too late and heating up noodles at ungodly hours.

When I was about to grab the door handle, I collided with someone.

It was Minho coming out of the bathroom. He jumped backward, nearly tripping.

"Shit", he said and pressed a hand on his chest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I said.

His cheeks were red as he stepped out.

"No... You didn't scare me. I was just in my thoughts."

Although he denied it, he looked shaken.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

Minho nodded.

"Everyone around me has been so jumpy lately that it must have rubbed off on me," he said jokingly. "There were some issues with fans at our dorm. And at JYP," he explained.

"Oh no... that's awful."

"Nah... It's not that serious. They are handling it. And it isn't really that big of a deal," he added.

"But it doesn't sound nice anyway," I said as I entered the bathroom.

We looked at each other, unsure of how to end the conversation. Finally, I wished him good night and closed the door between us.

After that encounter, Minho often said goodbye to me before he left the house. I, in turn, asked about his day once he came back late at night.

Sometimes he didn't come back at all, especially on Wednesdays and Thursdays. That's why I was surprised to see him walk through the front door on a Thursday night. He looked exhausted. Good thing I had ordered pork and side dishes.

"Are you hungry? You can take this if you want," I said.

He dropped his training bag and came to the kitchen.

"You don't need to share. I can take somehting for myself," he said, searching the fridge.

"There's nothing good. Just take this. I'm pretty full already. And I don't even like that green and red stuff," I said, pointing at two kinds of cabbage mashes.

Minho took a plate and sat across from me. He scooped some cabbage on his plate but didn't dare take any pork because there were only a few pieces left.

I placed all of the remaining meat on his plate.

His eyes grew wide.

"You don't want any?"

"You can have it."

He smiled, eyes twinkling.

"Thank you."

We discussed a new dance choreography he was planning with a couple of JYP choreographers. He promised to show me later since I liked dancing and could give my opinion.

Hari disturbed our conversation. She took a seat next to Minho and snatched the biggest piece of pork from his plate.

"Hey! That's mine," Minho said, but Hari stuffed the whole thing in her mouth.