Butterflies | Chan ✓

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Third person
pov

        “I was just watching a film, nothing special.”

Minjun couldn't help the blush that quickly invaded her face when she saw who was behind the door. Her grip on the wood tightened as she breathed hard, trying to compose herself. The brunette didn't have a shift today, deciding to spend her day in. She threw on a comfy pair of short and a loose shirt, turned on a random show and a pack of popcorn in her hand, when the doorbell chimed.

“What are you doing here?” She asked moving aside for Chan to walk in. “I mean, I know you stay here too, but I just meant that. . .”

“I get what you mean,” Chan interjected.

“Right,” Minjun fiddled with fingers. “Um. . . welcome back, I guess?”

The blue haired turned to her, a weak smile tugging his lips upwards, but not enough to push his eyes into crescents. He couldn't beam like the way he used to, and it was because of his flatmate.

The Minjun in front of him was way different from the first brunette that had came to him with a fabricated story. She wasn't as ecstatic, as lively, as curious, neither did she flirt or say random lines like she used too. Everything about her had deteriorate, from her sharp steps to radiant smiles. Now her steps were drab and smiles forced. It only took a half a year for him to watch the colours slowly leave her life.

And it made Chris curious, if this was actually her true self, if all those springtime madness were all feigned.

Of course it had to be, she wasn't living the best life and was in constant fear about what might happen to her sister, and still have to abide to the rules if she wished to keep the little freedom she had.

“You're staying, right?” Minjun's words made him paused, the can of beer inches away from his parted lips.  “It's just. . . I've been thinking and I...”

At her hesitance to speak, Chan sighed, placing the can on the island, taking sluggish steps towards where she stood. “Go on, there's no need to be afraid,” he grabbed her shoulders softly, shaking the daze off her.

Minjun shut her eyes, a light blush dancing on her cheeks. “I just think you left because I threw a tantrum and then kissed you, I know I'd feel awkward after that if I were you,” she inhaled sharply. “I wanted to say I'm sorry for being weird.”

“Is that all?” Chan sniggered, finding her genuinely winsome.

Minjun glared at him, displeased with his reaction. Saying that wasn't the easiest thing for her to do. The female huffed, the brim of her lips curving into a pout. “Yes, that's all,” the brunette swayed away from his hold, frowning.

“Minjun,” The blue haired caught her wrist, pulling the girl closer to him. He ran his finger through her soft hair, soothing her raving nerves. “Do you want me to stay?”

Did she really want that? Logically, no. If possible she should be avoiding any interaction with him. It would only make her feelings for him grow, which is exactly the opposite of what she wants. Hajoon was now suspicious of that, frequently calling Chan's name to get a reaction from her. So no, he shouldn't stay.

Minjun got stuck on what to reply, her heart racing twice as fast, hyper-aware of how his soft thumb lightly brushed her rosy cheek. She broke away from his eyes–  which were as dreamy as the starry night sky– her lips pursed. The brunette gave a slight nod, finally give her retort.

“As you wish,” Chris beamed, leaning closer to her. Minjun fluttered her eyes shut, awaiting to feel his soft lips on hers, but instead, the taller pressed a light kiss on her forehead, pulling away with a sly smile. “I'm staying.”

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