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You've always been a bit clumsy, but today seems to be worse than usual. You're hanging out with Minho at the practice room, watching him and the other boys perfect their choreography. The music is loud, the energy high, and you're trying to stay out of the way while you enjoy the show.
During a break, Minho comes over to chat with you. You're mid-conversation, laughing at something he said, when you suddenly trip over your own feet. As you stumble forward, you reach out to catch yourself and grab onto Minho's arm. Unfortunately, your momentum pulls him down with you, and you both end up in a heap on the floor.
You land awkwardly on top of him, your faces just inches apart. You're mortified, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you try to scramble off him. Minho, however, just lies there, a smirk spreading across his face as he slings his arms around your waist, pressing you against him.
"Hi," he says, his voice amused and playful.
You freeze, your heart racing as you meet his gaze. "Hi," you manage to reply, your voice a bit breathless from the fall.
Minho chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, if you wanted to get closer, you could have just asked."
You can't help but laugh, despite your embarrassment. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to pull you down."
He shakes his head, still smirking. "No need to apologize. I really like having you on top of me."
Your cheeks heat up even more at his teasing words and you couldn't help yourself but think about last night when you were on top of him in another way, because that was clearly what he meant. You finally manage to untangle yourself and stand up, offering him a hand. He takes it, pulling himself up with a grace that makes you envious.
"Thanks," he says, dusting himself off. "You okay?"
You nod, still feeling a bit flustered. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just my usual clumsy self."
Minho smiles, his expression softening. "I think it's cute."
You give him a playful shove. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."
He catches your hand, pulling you close. "Maybe," he says with a wink. "But it's true. I like that you're a little clumsy. I can spend my time protecting you."
You roll your eyes, but you can't help but smile. "You're impossible."
"And you're adorable," he counters, his tone sincere.
Before you can respond, one of the other boys calls Minho back to practice. He gives your hand a squeeze before letting go.
As he walks back to join the others, you can't help but feel a little lighter, your embarrassment forgotten. Minho's words and his playful smirk stay with you, making you smile.
The rest of the practice goes smoothly, and you watch from the sidelines, your eyes often drifting to Minho. Every now and then, he catches your gaze and flashes you a smile, making your heart skip a beat.
When practice finally ends, Minho heads straight for you. "Ready to go?" he asks, his eyes full of warmth.
"Yeah," you reply, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest.
As you walk out of the practice room together, you stumble slightly on the threshold. Minho catches you with ease, his hand steadying you.
"Careful there," he teases, his grip gentle yet firm.
You laugh, looking up at him. "Thanks."
He just smiles, keeping his arm around you as you walk. "Anytime, Y/N. Anytime."
