matchmaking ; stray kids

conflict

[ private chat between
minhoe and not(y/n) ]

hey y/n
i talked to chan
he said he'll call it off
but...

but?

are you sure your 'friend' is the matchmaker?

yes?

then who's this friend?
y/n we've known each other
for years
i know you

wow, and i thought u trusted me

i do trust u
i'm just worried

worried? about what

you're not being honest with me

wdym
i didnt lie to u

y/n drop the act
u cant fool me
that friend of yours doesn't exist right?

ok fine
i'll meet u at the
playground downstairs
i'll explain

see u

***

"Hey."

You didn't trust yourself to speak without stammering so you just nodded as Minho approached.

He took a seat on the swing next to you and pushed lightly at the ground with his feet.

You were completely still as you took a deep breath. You had rehearsed this conversation in your head several times before, but in the moment, you were panicking.

"So what do you want to tell me?" Minho asked, not quite looking at you.

"I-I'm the matchmaker." You blurted out. Your cheeks flushed red at your admittance and you couldn't lift your head to look at Minho.

"Oh."

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, the only sound was the whine of the metal swing.

"Minho, are you mad?"

Minho hesitated before answering, "Yes. And no. I understand why you hid that fact but for it to go on so long and not telling something like this to me hurts my pride as your best friend."

You sighed, shame churning your gut.

"I had my reasons."

"Yeah, you just didn't trust me enough."

"That's not it and you know it." Your tone turning icy.

Minho was quiet, he had stopped pushing at the ground to swing.

"I planned on telling you. But I didn't know it would've become so big so I was embarrassed," You said, "I didn't want to involve you because I was afraid."

"Afraid of what? That I'd steal your fame? Y/N, if you had told me all this sooner, this wouldn't happen." Minho replied, he had finally turned to look at you fully.

His eyes no longer held the same warmth you were used to.

"It's not about the fame. It's about my pride and being caught doing something childish as playing matchmaker." You explained, your hands tightened on the swing.

"Bullshit."

You stand up abruptly, startling Minho.

"Stop trying to make me feel guilty. I'm scared, I'm ashamed, I feel guilty. What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but why are you giving me such a hard time for it?"

You were out of breath as you stared at Minho. Tears began to fill your eyes as your best friend continued to stare at you wordlessly and expressionless.

"I won't tell anyone your secret." He said as he stood up.

You watched as he walked away from you without looking back not even once.

You tried your best to hold back the tears, wiping away stray tears angrily as you marched off in the opposite direction.

You took out your phone and looked through your contacts for someone just as your tears started to fall freely.

***

it's been awhile since i updated!
i hope you guys continue to read matchmaking :)
i don't wanna spoil too much but i have a 3racha fic in the making and i should be posting chapter 1 soon