Everything Seventeen

Mingyu

It had reached that point.

Raised voices.

Glares.

Slamming doors.

Giving each other the cold shoulder.

Tears.

It had been that way for a month. How we were still together was a mystery. Neither of us asked for a break up the whole time. If this continued, it would soon be unbearable.

Me: Kim Mingyu. My house. 15 minutes. Leave your excuses behind and just come here. We need to talk.

Mingyu<3: k.

In 30 minutes, he got here without apologising for being late. It made me mad enough that he was purposely late. The moment he arrived, I told him to sit down without even touching him. He plopped down on the sofa and stared at me with those emotionless eyes of his. I sat down in an armchair and faced him.

He raised an eyebrow, asking for my reason for calling him here.

"I know today's a free day but I have things to do-"

"I told you to leave your excuses behind, didn't I?" I snapped.

Just when I did, I breathed and calmed down. We could never talk to each other normally.

"I know it's stating the obvious but we've been at each other's throats these days. We've never been like this. It's almost come to point where I hate your face. I want us to sort this out. NOW," I told him firmly.

He sat up straight from his lazy lean.

"There's nothing we can do. We just... Can't click together like before," he mentioned.

I tried to convince him that there was a way to save our relationship. He would not have it.

"Alright. I have an idea to solve all this. How about we break up? Easy as that," he said it so easily without a hint of guilt.

He stood up, ready to leave. I quickly stood up and pulled his arm to get him to sit back down.

"Look, Carat. Nothing works out anymore. We just aren't meant to be. I hope you find someone who can care for you better," he told me.

It was the first time he said something caring. But he was leaving. Was there a reason why he acted this way? He did not even want to look at me. He started to walk away.

"It's Wonwoo, isn't it?" I spoke up.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"What?"

"You've developed feelings for him, haven't you? That's why you're leaving me. You've realised your feelings for someone else," I made a random guess because anything was possible.

He had an even more confused look.

"Say whatever you want but I am definitely straight," he defended himself.

"It's ok to admit you're gay in this day and age," I provoked him out of habit.

"Woah Woah. I told you no, right?! I only think of Wonwoo as a good friend. Nothing else," he cleared things up.

What else could be the reason why he acted this way? Could love go cold and fade just like that?

"I didn't ask for a break because of Wonwoo, ok? I'm straight. You want proof?" he raised his voice.

He strode quickly over to me, grabbing my thin arm and smashing his lips into mine. I got mad at first but he held me in place so I could not move away. He transitioned from aggressive to soft so gradually and smoothly. I was lured into the trap of the kiss and I found myself falling for him all over again. He let go of me and I hugged his waist. I had no idea why he had not broken up the kiss yet. Then, he did but only to breathe and shoot a quick gaze at me before kissing me again.

Perhaps it was to check if we were really feeling what we were feeling- the sparks going off and the fire of passion in our hearts being rekindled. It indeed felt the same. It felt like a month ago when we were still so sweet and loving towards each other.

We moved apart and his gaze was different. It was not an empty gaze or a glare but instead, a loving gaze. Did we find the love for each other buried within ourselves?

"I-I love you. I'll love no one else but you. I'm terribly sorry for all I did. I-" he paused abruptly.

He came to a realisation and hugged me tightly. As he hugged me, I felt a few drops of water on my shoulder.

"We've been apart too long. We've been too busy for too long- No. I've been the busy one. I should've made some time for us. We were drifting apart just like that. We fought often not out of hatred but because we longed for loving interaction. We missed each other too much. I'm sorry. We turned out this way because of me," he apologised.

"I'm sorry too. For all the insults I hurled at you, all the accusations I made, I'm sorry," I apologised too.

He let go of me and placed his hands on my waist, smiling with that toothy grin of his.

"So... What now?" I asked.

"Hmm... How about we stay in today? I'll cook," he suggested.

I offered to help him cook and he nodded. He held my hand and led me to the kitchen. He held it gently yet with a grip that was reassuring.

"I'm never letting go of your hand," he told me.

"But you gotta cook with both hands," I concerned.

"You'll be my other hand since you complete me," he said with a sly smirk on his face.