Red Lights | Minho ✓

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    "Minho, open this damn door!"

Miso felt like exploding with rage, she huffed and puffed to calm down but all her attempts were futile. She was still very mad, all she could see was red (lights), waving, triggering her to attack the black haired. His silly little grin when he was about to leave the room replayed times without number and Miso oh so wanted to be the one to smack it into next year.

How could he?

She wondered, pacing back and forth, her fingers tugging her brown hair, messing up the twirled updo her hair was styled in. She shouldn't be late. She was last time and they'll start to think of her as a tardy lady. Minho you dipshit.

Miso looked down the window, oh how high it was. She knew he had this planned out, she knew he wanted her to look bad. When he called and said they should meet up and prepare better so their parents would buy how close they had gotten, she suspected something was wrong. Well for one being; he wasn't sensible and ready to comply. Agreeing was a big mistake.

Miso exhaled sharply, plopping down on the bed. She needed to craft a well believable excuse why she missed the dinner. She reached for her purse, and reached for her phone.

The brunette paused, who was she going to call? What was she going to say?

'Hey Mum, I'm locked up in Minho's old room, please come help me out."

No, that would ruin what she had worked hard for, although she had made no progress at all, but at least he hadn't called this out, she still had hope and she'll be sweet princess Mimi, and play along with his little game. Okay Minho, you win this round.

Miso 3-1 Minho.

Minho checked himself out on the mirror, flattening his hair to appear decent. He was literally beaming, grinning like a cheshire at his achievement tonight, humming to a jolly tune. Nothing could ruin his mood, not even that tie he had on.

Miso wasn't going to show up, but he would. He'll be deemed the responsible one, the one who took things seriously. Suck on that, Chan.

He wore a dress shirt that was a little tight– don't blame the guy, its been a while since he wore something decent and had to wear what he had years ago– the button on his chest area struggled to stay together– be strong comrade– a nice black tie, hanging lazily from his neck. After making sure he looked innocent, like he hadn't locked up someone in his room, with the intention of ruining her reputation, Minho clicked his tongue, satisfied with his looks.

Sexy motherfucker.

He finally arrived at the dinner table, Bowing at the adults present, a small smile on his lips. Such a charming gentleman. Yeah, he didn't just lock your daughter up.

"Where's Miso? She said she was going to meet you," Mr Shin mused, looking at the black haired, he had a semi worried look on and wished Minho would clear his doubt.

"Um Sir, actually. . ." he shouldn't just say anything in case Miso would  counter his lie with another. Crap, he had to rack his brain real quick, the pairs of eyes boring at him right made the pressure even more unbearable. "We should give her a call, to make sure she's safe, wherever she is?"

"Putting her safety first, how mighty thoughtful of you."

"That's our Min, always putting other's before him," Mrs Lee beamed. She was indeed pleased, never in her wildest dream was she expecting him to be so cooperative. Maybe he had changed? Maybe her sweet Minho was finally back? Away from all the internal conflict. Was he okay now? The reason why he left, all their arguments came flooding back. She shook her head, not wanting her mood to fall off its peak.

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Miso stared at the room, searching for what to ruin, something to get back at Minho for the stupid stunt he just pulled off. What would really anger him. Surely a nerd like him would have some sort of comics to rip up. Pfft, no. He doesn't seem like the kind to have such. Surely he has figurines? No.

This room looks empty, starved of any possession that he'd treasure. Miso gave up, huffing loudly. Her eyes gleamed when her phone vibrated, signalling the arrival of a new notification.

Her enthusiasm died down when she saw who was calling.

Minnie.

She quickly swiped to accept, blurting out, "Minho you fucker!"

Everyone at the table gasped, making Minho to grin, the call was on speaker for a very particular reason. Oh this was thoughtfully plotted out. He knew she was going to be pissed, but never expected that much rage from her.

Miso, you just dug your own grave.

Miso 3-2 Minho.

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At last, things are working out for him 😭

Poor Miso.

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