your hand in mine - pt. i ☽ michaeng

1.2

'I had a great time last night. C.'

"Oh, my God, you're banging Chanyeol."

"You really need to rethink your whole relationship if you have that little trust in him," Mina fires back easily, grabbing the card out of Jihyo's hands and reading it again.

'I had a great time last night.' Somehow, she's absolutely sure Chaeyoung didn't even think of the dual meaning when she neatly signed what looks to be outrageously expensive piece of paper and put it in the bouquet, the size of which was toeing the line between charming and obnoxious. Mina squints at it, holds it up with one hand, barely hiding an amused smile. Lilies. The only flowers she's sure she isn't allergic to, as she's told Chaeyoung yesterday.

So she's the type to remember things. Interesting.

"Yeah, and Jyo," Sana pipes up from where she's lounging on Mina's couch, "Chanyeol was with you last night. The entire night. I know because we're roommates with really thin walls. Can I start looking for another apartment, please?"

"Besides," Mina says again, eyes still on the card. "I have a boyfriend."

"Ah, yes," says Jihyo, plopping next to Sana onto the couch and eyeing Mina. "The one and only CamCam, the love of your life."

"That's a little excessive."

Jihyo shrugs. "You get the point."

Mina puts the bouquet down on the coffee table carefully, and then sighs, turning to face her best friends since high school. Minatozaki Sana and Park Jihyo, always up to no good, always in pair. Mina wasn't always part of the trio. She remembers Jihyo punching her in the face back in school – with perfectly good reasons, but it still hurt like a bitch. She remembers Sana hating her guts freshman year – a feeling that intensified when her brother went through 'a Myoui Mina stage', as Jihyo put it. She must have done something right when she turned him down, at least in Sana's eyes, since they've become tentative friends after that.

Not that she would've accepted Chan's advances if Sana wasn't there. She was seventeen, and he was barely fifteen.

Now, she's almost twenty five. Time's a funny thing.

"So, you finally dumping that dude?" Sana asks Mina.

I had a great time last night.

Would you have had a great time knowing why I was there in the first place?

"I," Mina rubs a hand down her face, smooths it over the scrubs she's still wearing. She's only in her second year of med school, so technically it's a little early for hospital shifts, but her mother helped her pick up a few. She sighs. "It's complicated."

Sana and Jihyo immediately get their faces to express well-practiced sympathy. She thinks it's unnecessary. They all know she's the only one out of the three who's ever liked BamBam enough to talk to him, let alone date him.

The reason she sighs is not because she's actually contemplating her relationship with BamBam – it's because she was supposed to be telling her friends all about their fake break-up, but Chaeyoung's bouquet messed everything up and she slipped and said the wrong thing.

According to their plan – BamBam's and hers – she actually doesn't have a boyfriend anymore. It makes sense. Perfect sense.

She had to go and complicate everything further.

"She's just a friend," Mina says, and it takes tremendous effort not to slap her own forehead as soon as the words are out of her mouth. This is not going according to plan at all.