𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 | (𝐆)𝐈-𝐃𝐋𝐄

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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It was six in the morning, and boredom was already creeping under Minnie's skin like a stubborn itch. Her parents were away on a business trip, the house eerily quiet, save for the ticking clock on the wall. With nothing better to do and a restless ache in her chest, she threw on an oversized purple t-shirt and a pair of short shorts, grabbed her phone, and slipped outside.

The morning air was crisp, clean, and kissed with the scent of dew-drenched flowers. Trees whispered in the breeze, and not a soul was in sight. Just the way she liked it-no noise, no nonsense.

She strolled aimlessly until she spotted a bench nestled beneath a tree. She sat, soaking in the peace.

That is, until a tiny voice broke it.

"Excuse me, miss," said a small boy, pushing a bicycle, cheeks round and smile shy.

Minnie tilted her head. "Hello. What can I help you with, young one?"

The boy grinned, handing her a folded letter. "Someone pretty asked me to give this to you. She's as pretty as you!"

Minnie blinked, amused. "Who gave you this?"

"It's a secret!" he chirped, hopping on his bike. "Bye, miss!"

And just like that, he was gone, leaving Minnie blinking at the letter in her hands.

She unfolded it, frowning at the message:

"Kim Minnie,
Meet me at the park.
- C.M."

"CM?" she muttered, brows furrowed.

It wasn't the words that stuck with her-it was the boy's choice of pronoun. She. Whoever she was, she had caught Minnie's attention. And curiosity was a dangerous thing to feed.

The park was just a few blocks away, and before she could stop herself, Minnie was already halfway there.

When she arrived, her eyes scanned the greenery-and then stopped.

There, standing under a tree, black hair glinting under the early morning sun, was her.

Minnie froze. Her stomach dropped. "Oh, god. I should've known," she muttered. "Of course it's her."

Cho Miyeon stood there with a warm, hopeful smile-and Minnie did exactly what she did best when Miyeon was involved.

She turned on her heel and started walking away.

"Min, where are you going?!" Miyeon's voice chased after her.

Minnie sighed, stopping in her tracks. She didn't turn around. "What do you want?" she asked coldly.

"I just... I heard you got sick. I wanted to check on you," Miyeon said, quietly stepping closer.

"I'm fine. No need to worry-"

"I do worry," Miyeon cut in. Her voice was soft but firm. "Just let me check, okay?"

Before Minnie could protest, Miyeon's hand reached up to her forehead, checking her temperature with surprising tenderness. Minnie stiffened at the touch.

"Be quick about it," she mumbled, flustered. "I don't have time for this."

Miyeon chuckled. "Of course, Minnie."

The way she said her name-so naturally, so sweetly-sent Minnie's heart into a spiral she refused to acknowledge.

When Miyeon finished, she reached into her bag and pulled out a red box wrapped with a white ribbon.