Three words. One meaning.
I love you.
Something I never thought Minho would say to me. He looked into my eyes but when I didn't speak. He had a little panicked look.
"I messed up, didn't I? It's too soon. Fuck. I'm sorry. I d-"
"I love you too," I blurted out, cutting him off.
"You do?" He asked.
"Yeah," I murmured. "I guess this is what real love feels like, huh?" I said.
"I can treat you a million times better than that buffoon."
"I'm sure you can."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Packing.
Who knew packing would be so hard when you have one suitcase, a backpack and a month in Paris? I guess I should have been more prepared.
I close the zipper on the suitcase... Well, I tried. I kept jumping on the bag then opening and readjusting the stuff inside. Then I try and punch it. Everything's folded neatly as well.
"Are you gonna stop abusing that bag of yours and come eat breakfast or not?" Minho asked.
"I'm not hungry."
"You need to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"I'm not letting you starve."
"It's one meal, Minho," I said.
"That's what you say now."
If I'm being honest, recently any time I've looked at food I wanted to puke. Don't know why. I just get the feeling that anything that's left in my stomach will come back up if I eat food. No one asked much about what happened at the dinner and I couldn't be more happy. Mostly because I didn't have answers for them.
"Come on, we're leaving for the airport in like 5 hours. You need energy."
"I have more than enough energy," I said.
"Right... even though we stayed up until who knows what time?" He asked.
"Yep." I said and he stepped closer to me.
"Mhm. Also before you leave, make sure to put make up on your neck," He murmured before going back to the kitchen. My face turned a shade of crimson.
He returned a few moments later with a plate and a cup of orange juice. He handed the food to me.
"If you get hungry or thirsty while packing."
I got a notification from Thomas.
Newt's boyfriend
Can you two be any louder?
I don't know what you mean
You know exactly what I mean.
Newt and I HEARD you last night
Wasn't us
I think it was
Nope
Yes
Are you sure you two didn't just hear yourselves?
Bffr
No
We were trying to have a nice moment last night
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