Collision || Lee Know

close to each other

"I'm sorry, you two look so cute together. Mind me taking a picture?" Minho and I still sat on the rooftop, casually siping a cocktail until the firework would completely stop. It was a young woman holding a definitely professional camera. She probably brought it along to capture the moments.
I faced Minho, who gave me a nod. "Sure, why not."

He laid his arm around my waist, causing me to lay my head onto his shoulder, smiling.

"It turned out great. Should I send it to you?" She suggested. "Oh, really? That would be awesome," I responded. "You can give me your email, and I'll make sure you receive them." There are just too nice people in this world.

30 minutes later

"But seriously.. how did you get such idea?" I asked Minho. "Hm? What idea?" I questioned. "Bringing me here? I didn't even think of it." He shrugged, "I guess I wanted the moment to last long..also, I've searched where the best view spot was, to see the firework prettily." I hummed in response. "Wait..If we stay here. What about all my stuff?" I turned to face him. "Well, since I didn't want you to know about it, I packed the necessary things. Important things are probably in your handbag..and other stuff usually goes with the room service." I slowly lost eye contact. "I see, woah. You managed everything. How do I possibly pay you back?" I questioned. "Hm, cuddle me, kiss me,..." I tilted my head. I tightly hugged him before I backed off, pecking his lips. "And what was the last thing you wanted?" His eyes travelled over my body as he slowly leaned close to my ear. "You." He made it sound so playful, but still I felt my chest tightening. "All yours, always," I whispered back, confused about where the sudden confidence came from.. and why the hell I would basically invite him. I saw him smirking while coming back. "Shall we then?" He offered his hand, causing me to completely jump out of my role. "What?" I mumbled. "You said you're all mine. Not anymore?" I cleared my throat, hitting his arm. "Stop teasing me," He simply huffed, leaning back again. "How unfortunate, I was looking forward", "oh my, stop complaining," I told him. "Hey, it's my time to complain, not yours." He shushed me. "Look at you. Your cheeks are basically glowing red already. Do you even know what you're saying?" I held the back of my hand against them, but he slid it down. "Maybe that's just your presence, which is causing me to get all red," I sighed. "Since when are you flirty when you're drunk?" I asked. "Since I have someone to flirt with." Really, how does he always have a comeback? "Sure," I waved him off. "Do you know how flirty you are when you drink too much? No, no, not only that, but also hella clingy." I rolled my eyes. "That's not true," I denied. "Of course it is. Denial is a river in Egypt, Taerim." I crossed my arms. "It's not," I mumbled. "Just wait up. One more glass, and you're all over me tonight." I scoffed dramatically. "Please. I can control myself quite well if I want to. Remember, you shared all your deepest feelings with me the last time. So don't tell me I'm under no control." He held his heart offended. "But deep down I was willing to tell you, that's the thing," he corrected. "Are you going through five stages of grief? Because the first one's denial." I snapped. "Oh, that wasn't a good one." He reached for his glass. "Neither was your river in Egypt thing." We both turned quiet at my comment. It it has been kept that way until I hesitately turned to face him. Minhos and mine eyes met at the same time, making me quickly look away again. He pulled me over to his side. "You know you want me." I immediately leaned back again. "I don't," his hand trailed over my inner thigh, causing me to fastly slap it away. "Are you crazy? We're in public space," I told him. "No one notices." I face palmed myself. "You're unbelievable." I grabbed the drink out of his hands, emptying it myself. "I swear that was your last one." He intensly watched me. "You're hot when you're taking care of me." I hit his arm once again. "Stop it", "Why are you always hitting of slapping me? It hurts," he whined. "As if you care," I gazed at him.

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"Yeah, I'm for real." I laughed while we made our way back. We supported each other, but felt like we only brought us more out of balance. "I wish I knew you earlier." I was telling him about the weird haircut I've done on myself as a kid. "No, you wouldn't want to see it. I swear", "let me ask your mom for pictures." I shook my head. "There aren't even any, shup up now."