𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ᵗᵐʳ ᵃᵘ

Chapter 22: I guess I was wrong about you

I froze in my spot when I saw Minho standing next to Thomas. What the- I told Thomas not to tell him. Maybe Thomas was on speaker the whole time. 

Minho ran up to Hana and hugged her. He checked if she was okay. I walked up to Thomas. I was about to talk when he talked first. 

"I'm sorry, Anika. I didn't mean to tell him, but he had the car keys and knew where it was parked. And Minho overheard the conversation. I'm so sorry," He whispered pulling me in for a hug. 

"It's alright," I hugged him back. "He was gonna find out one way or another," I mumbled. We pulled away from the hug. "How mad is he?" I asked. 

"Very," Thomas whispered. "Come on, let's go before Minho starts yelling at you in front of everyone," Thomas said, smiling softly. I could tell he was trying to cheer me up but he was failing, and badly. 

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The car ride back to the hotel was painfully quiet. Hana and Minho sat in the front while Thomas and I sat in the back. Sobs threatened to escape but I bit my lip to stop myself. I bit my lip so hard that the coppery taste of blood was the only thing I could taste. 

We parked and made our way to our floor. The bad thing was that Minho and I shared a room. We walked into the room and before anyone could say anything, I went into the bathroom and locked the door. 

I leaned over the sink, trying to breathe. Why does my life have to be like this? Why is it going back to what it used to be? Grayson is out of my life. I can finally fucking be happy, so why am I like this? 

After splashing cold water on my face and took a breath in and out. I unlocked the door and walked out. Before I could even look around, my wrist was grabbed and I was pinned to a wall. Ow. Ow. Ow. Not the fucking wrist. 

Minho pinned me to the wall. He was angry. Like, really angry. 

"What the fuck, Anika." He said. "What were you thinking? Taking a seventeen-year-old to a bar?" I can't handle him anymore. I poked his chest with my finger, pushing him away slightly. 

"What was I thinking? Don't act like you haven't gone underage drinking. Remember when I had to bail you out because you were too stupid to just not drink?" My temper was getting out of hand faster than normal. 

"Don't poke your fucking finger at me, Anika," He spat and he took a breath before letting me go. "You know, I finally thought you changed. I thought you finally came to your senses about what's right and what's wrong. But, no, I guess I was wrong about you. You're still the same immature, fifteen-year-old you were when you first met Hana." 

Before I could even process what I was doing, my hand went up to Minho's face and slapped him on the cheek. 

"Don't you fucking dare compare me to my fifteen-year-old self? I am nothing like her. I will never be like her. You know nothing about what I went through in high school." 

I can't believe I was actually starting to like him. God, I'm so fucking stupid. He's just the same as always. 

"Well then, please enlighten me, what the fuck were you going through in high school that was so important for you to get Hana arrested and suspended multiple times?" He asked. 

Grayson. 

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I'm not gonna talk about him. He scoffed. 

"See, you can't even tell me. You're pathetic," He said. "You're still the same fucking bad influence I warned Hana about all those months ago. You don't care about her safety. You never cared about her education. The only thing you cared about was yourself." 

This bitch. 

I was tempted to hit him again. I don't think I should though. 

"God and you're still the same bitch that thinks he can control Hana," I spat. 

"I'm meant to take care of her, Anika!" He yelled. "She is my responsibility while our parents are gone. She was left in my hands. Not yours. Not anyone else's. Mine." 

"You know, Minho, I was actually starting to fucking like you. I guess that I was wrong about who I like again." I said. 

"What?" He asked and his voice cracked but I walked out of the hotel room before I could answer him. I took the elevator and went to the roof. I just need to breathe, away from Minho. 

Why am I always from about who I like? First Grayson and now Minho. 

Maybe I just wasn't meant to find someone. Maybe I was never meant for a future. 

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A/N: So... 
I kinda hate this chapter. I'm aware Minho would never actually act like this. 
I don't even know anymore. 

-Ash