[Y/N's POV]
A knock on the door caught my attention while watching a movie.
"Coming!" I hollered as I rushed over to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Minho. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. What was he doing here?
I opened the door and smiled at him. "Hey, what brings you here?" I asked, gesturing for him to come in.
He entered, taking off his beanie and ruffling his hair free. "I came to accompany you, since you were skipping training again." He handed me a box of cake with two bubble teas.
I smiled sheepishly, "Ah, that... Sorry I—"
"I know. I saw the articles. That's why I'm here." He spoke softly, patting my head.
My cheeks heated up at his actions. He proceeded to walk into the living room, leaving me frozen on my spot.
Did he care about me?
"Come on, Y/N. Let's eat the cake. I'm starving!" He whined, making me laugh.
"Alright, you pig."
[Minho's POV]
I watched as Y/N stuffed her mouth with cake, making me snicker. "Who's the pig now?"
She glared at me, swallowing down her food. "It's delicious. You can't blame me for that."
"How are you feeling?"
"Honestly? Terrible." She answered, laughing halfheartedly.
I frowned a bit, "You didn't read the comments, did you?"
"I didn't. But I've been getting a lot of hate messages and mentions on my accounts."
I didn't answer and just stared at her as she picked at the food with her fork. She noticed me my gaze and smiled. "It's fine! I just deleted the apps so I don't have to see the notifications anymore."
My heart broke at her situation. She didn't have to do that. But because of the hate she's getting, she had to. All because of that bastard who can't control himself.
"I'm here, okay?" I assured her, smiling warmly.
She returned the smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. She continued to eat, getting a bit icing smudged on the corner of her lips.
I grabbed a tissue and reached out to wipe it off. "Let me help you with that." I muttered, gently dabbing the tissue on her lip.
Satisfied that the smudge is gone, I met her eyes that were as wide as saucers. "Why do you look so startled?" I asked, feigning an innocent smile.
"You... You're..." She blankly trailed off.
"Too close?" I continued, my smile getting bigger.
She didn't say another word and just nodded. I snickered, leaning back to my seat. "You're cute." I stated with a smile.
She looked down at her cake, face turning red. "Aren't you going home yet?"
"You're kicking me out?"
"No!" She exclaimed, looking back at me. "I mean, no. I was just asking..."
"I think I'm gonna stay for a while. I'm in a mood to watch a movie anyway."
"Okay, let's watch a movie. Let me clean up first."
[Chan's POV]
Jisung couldn't meet my eyes but was glaring at the ground.
I cleared my throat, wanting him to look up. He ignored it. "Jisung," I sighed.
"Just tell me what you want to say, I wanna go back to sleep."
"It's literally 4 PM."
"And what's your point?"
I shook my head no. "Okay, I'm sorry. I just got caught up in the moment. It was all over the news and the internet, you guys were mad and I got mad as well. I didn't know what I was saying."
He kept silent, still not looking up.
"Please say something." I muttered, feeling embarrassed.
"Do you like her?"
"What?"
"Do you like Y/N? Like, sincerely."
I did like her, didn't I? God, I'm dumb. I didn't want to admit it. I hate to admit it. I can't afford to like someone right now. But every time we're together, I just want to wrap my arms around her and forget about the world. She made me feel weak and vulnerable; the two things that I don't want to deal with right now.
But at this point, I don't even give a shit anymore.
"I know you do. You're just stubborn to admit it." He said, finally looking me in the eyes. "You better not fuck this up. If you'll make her cry again, I will fight you."
"I won't. I promise."
We shared a smile, the tension was finally gone.
"Now, buy me a beer. I feel like drinking."
"I told you, you can't drink yet." I scolded, flicking his forehead.
He winced, "Oh, come on! I'm brokenhearted right now. I need to drink the pain away."
I laughed and shook my head no.
My problem with Jisung is now solved. I can't say the same thing with Y/N though.
[Y/N's POV]
"Are you sleepy?" Minho quietly asked, eyes on me.
I nodded, watching Olaf as he sang about how cool he'll be in summer. Yeah, a cool puddle. That's what he will be.
This was our second movie for the day. We watched Lights Out, instantly regretted our decision but still managed to finish it. So we decided to watch Frozen just to get rid of the creepy feeling.
Unfortunately, halfway though the movie, I started to feel tired. And I don't want to close my eyes, feeling like someone's going to grab me in the dark and drag me into the depths of hell.
"You could rest your head on my shoulder." He suggested with a small smile.
"Is that okay?"
He responded by patting his shoulder. I hesitantly rested my head on shoulder, careful not to put my entire weight on him.
"Y/N, stop holding back. Just make yourself comfortable." He chastised, sensing how awkward I am.
I sighed and did as he said. "There. Aren't you feeling much better?"
I laughed at his remark and continued watching. After a few minutes, he stretched out his arm, making me lay my head on his chest. He then proceeded to caress my head gently.
I hummed in content. I love being pampered. Sue me.
Strangely, I felt more comfortable with him. In fact, too comfortable. As if I'm used to being this close with him. It made my heart skip a beat and made me feel warm and cozy. I decided to ignore the feeling. No good thing will ever come if I keep on over thinking.
"Why do you always give me head pats?" I asked, looking up at him.
He looked down at me and answered, "Because you look like a cat. And I love cats." With that he continued to pat my head.
I nodded and didn't say anything else. We continued to watch the movie in comfortable silence.
Soon enough, my eyes felt heavier and I let a yawn. My lids fluttered close. The last thing I remembered was Minho gently kissing my forehead as he wished me sweet dreams.

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