𝑴𝒊𝒏-𝒆 || Min Ho x Reader

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10:08 pm ᯤ
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10:08 pm

First, Stella does a literal spit take when Moon mentions
one of his old reality shows. Then, she freaks out at karaoke.
__, these are two huge red flags!

yeah, i know, something's off
are you going to go all portland stalker again?

Yep.

wondrous, let me know if you find anything

10:33

I FOUND SOMETHING. BIG!

The morning sun covered the track in golden light, and the air smelled like freshly cut grass. The sound of the runners warming up filled the air. Students were scattered around the bleachers, chatting and laughing.

I sat down next to Kitty, Mihee, and Yuri, wondering why I decided to wake up early. They were already talking urgently about something, so my attention flickered to my phone out of habit. As soon as the screen lit up, my jaw clenched.

"Min Ho Moon attends father's program event with mysterious new girl!"

Accompanying the article was a blurry photo of Min Ho walking into the venue. Right next to him was, undoubtedly, Stella.

Stella, who, as Kitty discovered, wasn't the person everyone thought she was.

Irritation instantly swept through me. It wasn't even about the photo itself. I knew what happened— I had been there, and he'd looked my way all night, not hers. But the fact that rumors were making headlines, and he wasn't doing anything to shut it down?

I scrolled down. The comments weren't any better.

"Who is she??" "She is sooo much better for him"  "It must've been fake if he moved on so quickly"  "So cute together!!" "Where's __?"

I stuffed my phone in my pocket before I could throw it. Does he even know about this? And if he does, does he even care?

As if on cue, I caught sight of him in the front row, sitting right beside her. My blood boiled.

Kitty followed my gaze and sighed, also frustrated.

"Come on, __." she urged. "You have to warn him. Stella's not who he thinks she is."

"I know, I know," I assured her. "I will."

Right as the words left my lips, he stood up, heading toward the edge of the bleachers. That was all the invitation I needed.

With a reassuring nod from Kitty, I stood up and followed, weaving through students until I found him slipping behind the bleachers to the vending machines.

Perfect. Nowhere to run, yet hidden.

"Min Ho!"

He barely had time to turn before I was in front of him, arms crossed. The metal beams of the bleachers cast striped shadows across our faces.

"Hi," he said, looking a little confused.

"I have to talk to you."

"Um, sure. But first..." He made sure no one was looking, before smirking and bringing his hand around my face. He began to lean in, but I shoved him away and pulled out my phone, still pissed.