𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ᵗᵐʳ ᵃᵘ

Chapter 28: Lies

⚠️Mentions of Sh

What.

In.

The.

Name.

Of.

Holy Hotness.

Minho and I didn't go straight back to the hotel after the uhm... alleyway. First we went to the go get coffee because we were both tired as shit and then we went to the Eiffel Tower because why not. Only after then, we walked back to the hotel, which wasn't very far but still a long walk away.

"You're not a bad kisser," I mumbled as we walked into the elevator. I pressed the button for our floor. He looked up and looked at me.

"Really?" He asked. I nodded. "Neither are you," He said, kissing me again. This time it was only a peck. Seeing as we're in a public elevator in the hotel our friends are at. They would walk in at anytime. You know, didn't want to get caught and all. The elevator stopped at our floor and we got out and walked to our room.

We walk into our room and see the other sitting on the couch, looking worried. When they hear the door close they jump slightly and look at us.

"Oh my God," Hana sighed. "You two okay?"

"I think so... Why?" I asked.

"You to have been gone for a while... Like a very long time. You didn't answer our calls or texts. At all," she said again.

"Mine died."
"I left mine here." Minho and I said in unison.

"How long were we gone anyway?" Minho asked.

"Six hours." Teresa said. "It's currently Twelve twenty seven. The last contact we had with any of you was at six twenty four."

"Oh... well, we're fine," I said.

"What were you doing anyway?"

Kissing.

Minho and I shared a look.

"Nothing much..." I said.

"You were gone for six hours. For all we know, you took a train to the other side of France," Newt said. He reminded me of a mother scolding his children. I don't know why though.

"We didn't though," I mumbled.

"What were you doing? You had us worried to death," Hana said. I was about to come up with a lie when Minho spoke.

"Anika was confused as to why I left, she came looking for me. The end," he explained. That's better than what I was gonna say.

"Mhm... sure," Thomas muttered. "They were probably making out in an alleyway or something," He muttered quietly but I heard him. I'm guessing Minho did too because we shared a glance.

"We're fine. Not dead, not injured. You can stop worrying," Minho said.

"Fine, fine." Newt sighed.

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Minho

I was currently showering. Yes, I did go for a run this morning, but that was to clear my head. I initially intended on asking her about what made her have a panic attack but that idea was thrown own of the window when she told me to make her shut up. Safe to say it worked.

I never really though I had feelings for her but seeing her vulnerable in the bathroom and after her nightmares made me realise that I actually had feelings for her. It was strange to say at the least. I mean, I didn't tell Thomas, Newt or Aris that I liked her. They would probably have teased me for it or something.

I'm washing my hair, when I notice a small, silver object of some sort on the floor of the shower. Huh?

I pick it up, and surely enough, it's a small blade and there's blood on it... That's not good. No one else has been in the shower other than me and... Anika.

Fuck.

It couldn't be hers... right? She does sometimes shower for a long time and I do hear crying coming from the bathroom... It's likely hers... Maybe that's why she wears jackets on boiling days or cargo pants on the hot days. Maybe that's why she didn't swim at the start before Newt convinced her and why she sat out halfway through the ice skating.

I finish washing my hair and I step out of the shower and get dressed. When I step out of the bathroom, I see Anika hastily searching her backpack for something and I hear her mumble swear words.

"Anika," I said and I saw her jump.

"Yeah?" She mumbled, not facing me.

"What are you looking for?" I asked. I saw her body visibly tense before going back to searching for something.

"Nothing," She said and I walked up to the couch and sat next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She immediately jerked away. "Don't touch me, please." Her voice came out harsh but also like a plead.

"Anika-" I tried but she started tearing up.

"Minho... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so harsh. I'm so so sorry. Fuck, I'm stupid," She said and this time I took her hand instead of touching her shoulder.

"It's alright..." I mumbled, sitting next to her. "But... is this what you were looking for?" I asked placing the blade in her hand and keeping eye contact with her. She looked down at the blade, with wide eyes then she looked back at me. "Is that yours?"

Anika

I look away, biting my lip to stop a sob from escaping. His eyes are studying my face. It's strange.

"Anika, I need you to answer me." His voice was filled with raw emotion.

I can't.

I don't say anything, I just look away and nod slightly. Part of me had hoped, again, that he didn't see the nod, but he did. He pulled me into a hug, gently, but still. I rest my head on his shoulder.

What the fuck is going on? Why am I only now feeling really guilty about what happened? I haven't felt like that for the last year. Maybe it's the letters, maybe it's my fault.

We pulled away from the hug and I still refused to look at him. He was about to speak but I cut him off.

"Don't, Minho," I said.

"You don't have to talk about it, alright? I won't push you," He said hugging me again. What the shit. Is. Going. on? I stare at the blade in her hand. "Can I at least take it away?"

"Uhm, yeah... I guess. Sorry," She mumbled.

"Don't be sorry," He whispered. "It's not your fault." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. It's safe to say yes, I hated Minho and yes that hate didn't last long (It lated like a day).

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The sun was starting to set and I sat on the couch. Minho left the bedroom and stared at me.

"No," he said.

"What do you mean no?"

"You're not sleeping on the couch," He said and picked me up.

"Put me down, Minho," I groaned.

"Okay." He threw me on the bed.

"Not what I meant, but okay."

"You're not sleeping on the couch anymore," He said sternly.

"I grew attached to that couch though," I joked.

"You'll grow attached to me soon," He mumbled.

"Excuse me?" I asked. Yes, I did hear him, now I was just trying not to laugh. He cut off my laugh by kissing me. Hm, that never gets old.