Escape (Minho x Reader)

Memories

"Take it easy today, tomorrow is going to be long and tiring" Chan says, passing through the living room and to the basement door.

We all hum in response, too nervous to speak as of currently.

Especially me.

Because I have a position now instead of just being a rookie.

I work with Minho. We specialize in ambushes and silent attacks; but we also work with Changbin in close combat.

When I was given this news I was told it's because both of us are fairly quiet, agile, and focused. Coming face to face with trouble doesn't deter us, it drives us forward. Our ability to correct mistakes or minimize them is higher than our colleagues, making us the most valuable members to the team.

So, I am starting to feel like I'm not a waste of resources or that I'm not holding everyone back. If that is how people describe me then I'm capable of much more than I give myself credit for.

It's just going to take time for me to fully come to terms with that.

Maybe even a special person could help me.

"Hey, do you want waffles?" Minho asks from beside me, seemingly out of nowhere as we've all been silent for the past 30 minutes.

"Only if we can experiment with flavors" I respond, desperate to lighten the mood.

"Bet, I'm gonna be better than you though!" He says, bolting to the kitchen.

I do the same, clinging to this fragment of happiness. A moment to share with someone I've grown so attached to.

We dance around each other. Skillfully avoiding crashes, attempting to sabotage each others work. Even making a huge mess we'll probably make the others clean up.

Just two pure souls enjoying the presence of the other. Making memories and experiencing joy in a moment of immense anxiety.

I've lived every day of my life as if it was my last for as long as I can remember. Nothing is different now. Any day could be a goodbye; anytime, any moment.

And if I died right now, how would I be remembered?

That question is what fuels my drive to be better each day. Do better. Feel better. Act better. Anything.

Making memories is part of that.

When everything comes to an end or when things are extremely tough, memories are the only thing we have.

Why would I stoop to the level of the miserable people around me when I can lead myself astray and be a better, happier version of myself?

"You okay?" Minho asks, waving a hand in front of my face.

I blink my eyes back into focus, "yeah... I'm just thankful I get to be here with you."

He smiles, pulling me in for a hug; a real hug, "me too baby, me too."

We share this embrace for a little longer. Again, making memories and living in the moment.

He pulls away and looks at me mischievously.

"Uh oh, what are you plan-"

There is now a huge dollop of marshmallow fluff on my nose.

"Really??!" I say, plotting my strategy to get him back.

It's moments like these I wish we weren't involved in the gang and vigilante world. We could make memories like this more often without the looming fear it would be the last one.

This feels different though.

We're strong, all of us.

There's nothing we can't do, no situation we can't control.

Tomorrow will be a test for us all, but it's a test we can get through.

A test we have to get through.

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Sorry for the short chapter and late update! My sisters wedding and wedding activities was this past weekend and I am soooo tired still. I was not prepared for the title of bridesmaid to be so literal lol. But my sister looked absolutely gorgeous and at the end of the day we made memories. That's worth more to me than getting sleep or materials.

Anyways, happy reading!