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𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘

Minho was sitting on the bus beside Bangchan. He was nervous as hell. And he hated the wig.

"Don't overthink too much. My family is pretty nice. And they already have a good impression of you. So just act normal in front of them." Bangchan tried to make him feel better.

"That's the last thing you should expect from me."

"Not to overthink?"

"No. To act normal. That's not in my blood."

"Just try to okay? For the sake of money"

"Good motivation. I will."

The next few moments went by with silence. No one said a word. Feeling awkward, Bangchan tried to start the conversation again, "You know you lowkey look fine as a girl. I did not expect you would look that pretty. If I didn't know you I would actually think you were a girl."

"Sorry, I am just unable to take that as a compliment. That's weird as fuck. You are sounding like a pervert. Next time you think I am a girl just remember I have balls down there."

"You are the one making it weird. I was just complimenting you. Never mind I shouldn't have even brought that up. Why did I even think of holding a conversation with you?"

"Exactly. Why did you?"

"You-" Chan stopped himself and closing his eyes, he started slowly breathing in and out. "Calm down Chan. For your own sake. Just try to bear him. For just a few days." he said to himself while Minho just rolled his eyes.

There was again silence between them for another few moments until Minho fell asleep on Chan's shoulder and started snoring opening his mouth. Cursing at someone once in a while in his sleep.

"So ladylike of you. Chan said and shook his head. Cute. He thought.

At one point Minho was technically laying on Chan. Both his arm and leg were on to him and his head rested on his chest. The bus finally reached it's destination. And the sound of the crowd woke Minho up. He quickly put up his head and opened his eyes, slowly blinking at the person right in front of his face. Too close to his face. It took him a few seconds to realize it was Chan. He jumped off him screaming, "Why are you so close to me? Get away freak. Don't you know what personal space is?"

"You were the one who was violating my personal space. You were the one onto me Minho." Chan explained himself.

"Well, you could have woken me up then. Why didn't you? Huh?"

"Is there anything that's right for you? You complain about everything. I don't think I can ever please you." Chan finally said getting annoyed. "Anyways. Let's go," he said and stood up getting out of the bus.

"Yeah. Whatever." Minho said and followed him.

They reached to a black private car. The driver came out and greeting Chan, he opened the door for them.

"You first." Chan gestured to Minho and he gladly went inside. Chan got after him and the driver locked the door. They didn't talk during the whole car ride either. After what seemed like half an hour the car finally reached Chan's home.

Before getting off, Chan held Minho's hand and whispered to him. "Don't be nervous. Just stay quiet and have a gentle face. It's gonna be fine."

For some reason, Chan's whispering voice so close to his face gave butterflies to his stomach and his ears turned red. "What was that? Why did I react like that?" He thought and quickly brushed the thoughts away. "He is the freaky one. Not my fault."

Chan's house was big. Like big big. It was a white two-story house with a separate garden and a swimming pool attached to it. There were four more cars parked in the garage. Minho knew Chan was from a wealthy family but he didn't know he was that rich.