[M] Perfect (1/1)

A/N: Sorry it's been a while since my last update! I struggled a little with this chapter but eventually got it to where I wanted it. Hopefully will finish the story in the next two chapters! Thanks for reading ^o^[Any dialogue that has been underlined is meant to signify that they are speaking in Korean.]Also, warning for slight non-con stuff.... Gwiboon is two seconds away from punching someone. It’s 7AM and Choi Minho is knocking loudly on her and Jinki’s door, yelling something about class and breakfast. Jinki, however, remains oblivious to the noise and is sleeping peacefully (aka snoring loudly with his hair mussed and limbs spread haphazardly on his bed), causing Gwiboon to be the one to have to deal with their early morning visitor. Huffing loudly as she climbs out of bed, she throws her pillow at Jinki with all of her might, hitting him right in the chest and causing him to snort loudly and jolt upright. “Wha-?” he says barely awake, looking annoyingly cute this early in the morning. Gwiboon doesn’t even allow herself to continue that train of thought as she wrenches the door open and yells, “Yah! What is your problem, Choi Minho?!” Minho has his hand raised as if he was going to continue knocking – like the whole floor isn’t already awake at this point – before he lowers it slowly to his side and takes a step back, eyes growing wide at the look on Gwiboon’s face. “Sorry, Gwiboon-ah,” he says sheepishly as he tries to look anywhere else. Gwiboon scoffs, rolling her eyes at his lame attempt to get out of trouble. “You’re lucky it’s too early for me to actually hurt you,” she yawns, backing away into her room as Jinki rushes around to gather his things. “Why are you up so early anyway?” “Oh, I had practice for my soccer team, then warm-ups for the baseball team I co-captain for the intramural league.” Gwiboon gapes at him like he is the craziest person in the world and sighs, unable to even bother pretending that she was still mad at him. She instead takes pity on his pour soul and crawls back into her bed, seeking the warmth of her fuzzy blankets. Minho says something to Jinki, who grunts in response due to his inability to function in the mornings. Gwiboon chuckles to herself at the thought that Jinki signed himself up for morning classes when he is so obviously not a morning person, unlike his best friend. She turns over, nestling herself deeper into her cocoon of blankets and pillows while keeping one leg out to feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning. Please just leave, she thinks to herself. “Bye, Gwiboon-ah!” Minho shouts from the door, smiling brightly even after Gwiboon yells at him to go away. Jinki continues moving around the room making enough noise to irk her just that bit more until she is forced to snap, “Jinki, what are you doing? Get out of here already!” Gulping, he looks up at her with his big, stupidly adorable eyes and blinks sleepily, “Sorry, Gwiboonie, I lost my phone and thought I might have put it on your desk by accident.” He then smiles as if he is embarrassed and Gwiboon can’t help but crack under the pressure of those dazzling pearly whites. Shifting so that she is now propped up on her pillows in a mostly-seated position, she glances at her desk but doesn’t see anything. Jinki is somehow still fumbling around, making a complete mess of everything. Sighing, she glances down to the floor and leans over her bed, hoping to find the blasted thing soon so that she can go back to sleep. After a few seconds of groping blindly under her bed, her hand catches on a rectangular object and she grasps it triumphantly, raising it above her head and waving it at her roommate. “Here you go, old man,” she says tiredly. His smile stuns her once again as he nods his head in thanks and makes to leave the room. Gwiboon sinks back into her pillows and glances at her own phone, which now shows the time as 7:25AM. Groaning, she dramatically covers her eyes with her arm and silently curses having a roommate with an early schedule. Just before she can continue grumbling about her predicament, the door clicks open again softly and she moves her hand down so that her arm is now resting against her mouth, allowing her to openly glare at the door. The light from the hallway casts shadows on whomever has entered her bedroom, but she assumes that it’s Jinki who has once again forgotten something. However, as the figure looms closer, she notices the slightly taller and leaner stature of Choi Minho as he moves further into the room and reaches Jinki’s bed, ruffling around for who knows what. Seemingly unaware of her gaze, Gwiboon lets herself paroose the younger boy’s body, taking in his basketball shorts and cut-off tank top that shows off his muscular arms and even gives a peak at his chiseled abdomen. She swallows and shifts on the bed, uncomfortable with where her thoughts are going and aware of the lack of embarrassment she finds when admiring him. Confused by her thoughts, she loses track of his movements until he is sitting on the edge of her bed, inches away from her. “Sorry for waking you up, Gwiboonie,” he whispers softly, causing the flyaway hairs from her loose ponytail to shift slightly. Gwiboon says nothing as her gaze focuses on his adam’s apple and the sexy way it moves when he speaks. She watches as if in a trance as he moves his hand up to lightly touch the lacy strap of her tank top, “I really like your pajamas, noona.” Her heart skips a beat at his confession and his closeness, but before she can respond, he stands up and walks toward the door, grabbing whatever it was he had come back for in the first place. Just before he closes the door, he turns around and smirks at her as if he is happy that he has the ability to render her speechless. The door clicks behind him and Gwiboon stares at it blankly; breathing once again returning to normal as her heart rates slows. That jerk. She thinks, unable to process exactly how she feels about what just happened. Why is she so affected by him when she is still in love with Taemin? How can she feel this way when her heart already belongs to someone else? Sighing, she allows her fuzzy thoughts to drift as sleep once again takes over, providing her with a peace of mind that eludes her when awake. She knows she has to call Taemin and confess her true feelings; but, if she really does love Taemin, why is it Minho’s face that she sees as she finally falls asleep. ~~~~ “Gwiboon-ah! Over here!” Gwiboon turns at the sound of her name, searching for whomever called her amongst the crowded tables in the commons. She finally spots Minho standing up waving at her from the far corner of the room and begins to make her way over to where he and Jinki are sitting with a few other people she doesn’t know. “Hi,” she says as she sits down on the chair that Minho has pulled out for her. She ducks her head in embarrassment at his actions but tries to suppress it for fear that her face will give her away. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you guys!” Someone says behind them and sits down in between Minho and Jinki. Jinki smiles at the newcomer as Minho pats her head and coos, making Gwiboon decide to take special interest in this new person. Thankfully mistaking the look on her face for confusion rather than the jealousy Gwiboon fears it actually is, Minho introduces them, “Amber, this is Jinki’s roommate Gwiboon. Gwiboon, this is our friend Amber. She’s in my major so we have most of our classes together.” “Nice to meet you, Gwiboon!” Amber says excitedly, reaching across the table to shake her hand. Gwiboon smiles and returns in English, “You too, Amber.” The other girl smiles brightly at her and Gwiboon feels her earlier animosity slipping away at the friendly face before her. Amber turns to Minho excitedly, “Minho! Guess what?” “What?” he chuckles, digging into his lunch before him. How on earth is he going to eat all of that food? Gwiboon thinks to herself while beginning to pick at her own plate. “I get to go to New Zealand after all! My parents finally agreed to let me take that trip with Professor Earnest!” “That’s great!” he smiles bemusedly at his friend who seems overzealous at the prospect of visiting a foreign country. “Minho – guess what they have in New Zealand?! Just guess!” Rolling his eyes at her continued enthusiasm, Minho purses his lips in (fake) contemplation as if he doesn’t know where this is heading. Gwiboon watches their interaction in fascination and waits for the inside joke to surface. “I don’t know, Amber, what do they have there?” “Llamas!” she finally bursts as if she was unable to contain herself any longer. Minho laughs out loud and rubs her hair affectionately. Amber stares at him expectantly until he finally scrunches his nose and shakes his head endearingly, giving in to whatever the younger girl is expecting of him. “Amber is,” he begins to singsong, causing Gwiboon to choke on her rice at the sweet tone. “A llama,” Amber replies, smiley widely. “Llama is…” “Amber!” “Amber…” “Llama!” “Llama…” “Amber!” “Llama…” “Sseh-tae!” Amber finishes the song and they both burst out laughing. Jinki rolls his eyes at their antics and Gwiboon sits there, completely unsure of what just happened. “I think we scared your roommate, Jinki,” Amber says, quieting down after looking at Gwiboon. Gwiboon shakes her head and laughs feebly, “Sorry, I had an early morning,” to which she shoots a glare at Minho and Jinki who smile sheepishly before returning to their lunches. “So what are you studying, Gwiboon?” Amber asks her politely. “I am in the English program,” she replies, fiddling with her fork at the thought of attending her first class after lunch. “That’s cool! Do you want to be a teacher back in Korea?” Gwiboon shakes her head, “I’m not sure what I want to do. I just know that I like learning languages.” Amber nods, smiling encouragingly at her. “Yeah, it took me a while to figure out that I wanted to be a teacher, so don’t worry – you’ll figure it out eventually!” Gwiboon smiled at her kindness and decided that she did like Amber, even if she was a bit odd and had an unusual relationship with Minho. Who was she to dictate what type of relationship he could have with other girls anyway? Gwiboon yawned once again, moving her hand up to cover her mouth so as not to be rude. As she lowered her arm, she caught a glimpse of the time and shot out of her chair. “Oh, I have to go! I’m going to be late for my class!” “What class do you have?” Amber asks. “English Literature 101. I don’t want to be late – it was nice meeting you! See you later!” Gwiboon drops her food tray off at the cleaning station. Trying to remember how to get to her class and not quite paying attention to her surroundings, she bumps right into someone on her way out of the building, causing her phone to go flying and the other person’s things to scatter around them. “Oh, I am so sorry!” She says, frantically trying to gather everything up quickly. “What?” the other person says in English, making Gwiboon realize that she had accidentally spoken in Korean. “Oh! I am sorry,” she tries again, looking up to see that she had run into a rather tall American student with bright blonde hair and blue eyes. “That’s okay,” he says, crouching down to help her gather his things. She hands over his things, bowing her head slightly and apologizing once again. At this point other students have stopped to stare at the scene and Gwiboon can’t help but blush at all of the attention. Standing to leave, Gwiboon brushes off her knees and makes sure that her dress is laying flat and her hair is in order. Before she can leave, however, the guy grabs her wrist and says, “Wait, you forgot this,” handing her phone to her. “Thank you,” she says, looking up (and up and up!) to meet his eyes. He really is quite tall, so much so that she fears she might get a crick in her neck if she looks up at him for too long. “No problem….” He looks at her keenly, not releasing her arm. Gwiboon grows flustered and is unsure what he wants. “My name is Isaac. What’s yours?” He finally prompts her, smiling. “Oh! My name is Gwiboon, sorry.” “Gwi…boon?” he repeats, stumbling over the sounds slightly. Gwiboon returns his smile so as not to be rude before her phone interrupts them and she sees that she has a text message from Jinki: “Hey! I gave your phone number to Amber since she says she has the same class as you. See you later!” As soon as she finishes reading the first message she receives another from an unknown number: “Hey, Gwiboon! This is Amber – Jinx gave me your number since you ran out so quickly! I actually have the same English class as you and was wondering if you wanted to sit by each other. I just got to the room but didn’t see you….?” Gwiboon hastily looks at the time and screeches, “Oh no! I’m sorry, I have to go,” before rushing off to her first class. She enters the classroom right as the professor is beginning to take role, quickly spotting Amber before sitting down next to her. “Glad you could make it,” Amber nudges her shoulder teasingly. Gwiboon laughs and fixes her bangs, wiping off the sweat that had accumulated from her brisk walk over. “Evans, Isaac,” the professor drawls lazily, just as the boy Gwiboon had bumped into earlier enters the classroom. “Here,” he says, smiling widely at the professor who just nods and resumes reading from the list. Gwiboon ducks her head so that her hair is covering her face but she watches the boy take a seat across the room from her. She can see Amber give a quizzical look from the corner of her eye but pretends she doesn’t see her. Gwiboon isn’t sure why she’s nervous all of a sudden, but she completely misses it when her name is called. “Is there a Kim, Kibum here?” the professor asks rather loudly, disrupting her from her thoughts. “Kibum?” he prompts again, looking pointedly around the room. Gwiboon’s heart catches at the name and she breathes deeply to remind herself that she can handle this no problem, no fuss. Shaking only slightly, she raises her hand and says, “Um, I’m Kibum, but I go by Gwiboon.” She looks directly into the professor’s eyes and he nods, jotting down a note before moving on. Gwiboon releases her breath slowly, proud of herself for not completely freaking out. She was finding that Kibum wasn’t quite as triggering for her as she it once had been. Ever since she had moved to New York and had had to interact with her birth name much more often than she had while living in Korea, the name wasn’t as foreign or as upsetting. Her first class in America turns out to be even less eventful than she had thought it would be. The professor only went through the syllabus and outlined the books they would be reading for the semester as well as any major projects that they would be required to do. Before she knows it, the class is over and Amber is saying a quick goodbye before she rushes off to her next class. Gwiboon is packing up her bag, elated that she doesn’t have class again until tomorrow. Thinking to make a quick escape back to her room for a nap, she rushes into the bustling hallway and doesn’t hear her name being called. “Gwiboon!” a deep voice says as a hand brushes her back. Gwiboon jumps, not expecting the touch. Turning, she sees Isaac whose very handsome face is looming over her with that almost too-bright smile. “So what’re you doing tonight? My friend’s having a party for welcome week and you should definitely come.” “Um…” At her hesitation, Isaac seems to grow bolder and moves in that much closer. “Come on, it’ll be fun! You can meet a ton of people, plus I’ll be there.” He winks at the last statement and Gwiboon feels herself blush. “Um, I guess.” “Great! Here’s the address,” he says, writing on her hand. “Party starts at 8, so I’ll see you there!” Gwiboon’s eyes follow him as he walks away, watches as he disappears out the door into the bright afternoon sunlight. She glances down at her hand and wonders just what Jinki and Minho will say about accompanying her to her very first college party in America. ~~~ After some convincing, but a thorough reminder that the two boys had very rudely awakened Gwiboon early that morning, the two agree to go with her to Isaac’s party. “Who is this guy?” Jinki asks as they finally find the correct house. (Not like they would have been able to miss it because as soon as they were a block away they had heard the commotion from the loud music and drunk college students.) “Someone from my English class,” Gwiboon says, too distracted to notice the suspicious glance between Jinki and Minho as they make their way towards the front door. Once inside, the loud music takes away any opportunity for the trio to speak so Minho decides to take charge and forges his way through the crowd towards what Gwiboon assumes to be the kitchen. “Hey there!” someone yells into her ear, cutting in front of her so that they are blocking her view of her friends. Slightly annoyed, Gwiboon looks up and sees Isaac standing before her, a red cup in one hand and a bottle of something in another. “Glad you could make it!” he shouts again, his beer-stained breath invading her nostrils even as she marvels at his ability to be heard over all of the noise. “This is for you!” He drunkenly shoves the bottle, which has not yet been opened, into her hands and smiles charmingly, although sloppily, before reaching out to move her aside as another group tries to get past them. Gwiboon examines the bottle cryptically, not quite sure what it is but willing to try anything. Although Jonghyun was a total homebody, they had been to their fair share of parties back home and she was no novice. Twisting the cap off of the beverage, she raised it in a salute to Isaac before taking a swig and swallowing down the cool, wheat taste of a generic beer. She cringed slightly at the taste but took another sip, eager for the alcohol to help take the edge off of her nerves. The loud bass of the next song discouraged any further discussion and the two continued to stand on the outskirts of the living room, which had now become a dance floor. Although it was barely 8:30PM, most of the people there were already drunk and were making it obvious that they had come here to have a good time. Gwiboon took another swig of her drink before glancing around for her friends. It was hard to see anything through the dark room that was filled with smoke and flashing lights, but she figured that Jinki or Minho would text her if they needed her. She had tucked her phone into her bra earlier due to the general lack of pockets and her previous party experiences where the only way she could feel her phone was if it vibrated right on her chest. Another song came on and Isaac whooped, fist pumping in the air and causing some of his drink to slosh out onto the floor. Gwiboon moved away to avoid anything from spilling on her only to have a large warm arm wrapped around her waist. “Let’s dance!” Isaac shouted into her ear, dragging her onto the dance floor after she had nodded her agreement. Gwiboon loved to dance and it had been too long since she had been able to lose herself in the moment. She followed Isaac into the throng of people around them and finished off her drink, setting the bottle down on a table before she could accidentally drop it. Isaac drew her back to his side and began moving to the beat, maintaining eye contact and making Gwiboon blush. He smiled and placed his hands on her hips, deliberately moving them from side to side as if to help her ease into the dance. As soon as she started moving on her own, he dropped his hands. Two songs and several beers later, Gwiboon was feeling at ease and happy that she had decided to come. This was just what she needed after a stressful move and transition to the US. All of the built up stress and tension seemed to seep from her body as she allowed the music to course through her and the alcohol to numb her senses. The energy of the crowd was intoxicating and she threw back her head, laughing at the feeling of euphoria that washed through her. The tempo changed slightly and the crowd shifted, pairs beginning to dance much more sensually to the music as the bass pounded through the room. Drawn in by the beat, Gwiboon felt herself being turned and a hard, hot body press itself against her back. Isaac’s strong hips gyrated against hers and she followed the movement, loving the feeling of being intimate and not being self-conscious of her body, of who she is. Isaac’s big hands once again find purchase on her hips, fingers splayed so that they cover her stomach and almost meet in at her belly button. She hears him moan as his grip tightens and he pulls her in closer to his body. His hands travel sensually down her sides until they are resting on her thighs, moving up and down in a rhythm that follows the music. Gwiboon sighs into the feeling of being so free and so wanted, Isaac’s hardness against her ass a constant reminder of just how she is affecting him. Through her haze of alcohol and bliss, she registers that her own excitement is beginning to grow and her underwear has become a little bit tighter under her denim skirt. Not knowing how Isaac might react to her body, especially as his hands get closer and closer to their target, she attempts to move away from him, hoping to return to their earlier face-to-face dancing, only to have his strong hands grip her legs tightly and force her back into him so that she cannot move. Panic beginning to settle in, she tries to move away again but is unsuccessful as he only continues his path up her thighs, his hands now moving towards her crotch. “No,” she says, grabbing his hands and hoping to stop them. “Stop it, I don’t…” but she doesn’t know what to say and so stops midsentence, desperately trying to refocus her mind to deal with the situation. Gwiboon stiffens her body, no longer willing to give him any excuse to think she is okay with what he is doing. Isaac, however, remains oblivious to her discomfort and inches his hands up until he has successfully found the juncture of her thighs. Gasping in drunken rage, Gwiboon desperately strikes out, her elbows jamming backwards into the strong wall of his chest and causing him to jerk backwards. Rather than dislodging him from her body, he tightens his grip to not lose balance and, no doubt feeling the obvious un-femininity of her body tucked between her legs, goes still. His hand gropes a second time as if to reassure himself that he had been wrong the first time and Gwiboon yells out in indignation at the way he has so obviously violated her. “You’re not a girl?!” he shouts into her ear, releasing his grip and turning her around to face him. His face is bright red and he has one hand gripped tightly on her shoulder as if to keep her from running away. Gwiboon spits in his face before punching him in the stomach, the knock making him bend over and gasp for breath. “I am a girl, you asshole,” she shouts, causing some of the dancers around them to look over and take in the sight. Before Gwiboon can complete her second blow, this one aimed at his face, a gentle hand grabs her fist and pulls her back. Upset at being interrupted, she glances up to face her accuser only to be met with Minho’s large frog-eyes. The tension leaves her body at the sight of him and she steps back, putting two feet between her and Isaac. The tall blonde is now standing and, glaring angrily at the pair, makes to move forward only to be hit squarely in the jaw by another first. The look on his face makes Gwiboon laugh out loud before he is crumpled on the floor, knocked out. She looks up to see that Minho is still standing silently next to her before glancing over to see that it had been Jinki who had punched the blonde. Jinki is now shaking his hand, which is beginning to bruise from the impact, and walking towards them. “Are you all right?” he asks, concern etched into his handsome features. Gwiboon nods and can feel Minho put his arm around her, not touching but guiding her away and towards the door. The three walk quietly and quickly back towards Jinki and Gwiboon’s dorm, the atmosphere somber and full of tension. Gwiboon’s mind is still reeling with the events, adrenaline fighting to eliminate the last traces of alcohol in her body. She can feel the tenseness in Minho’s stride next to her as he carefully keeps his strides short to match hers and purposefully looks everywhere but at her. Jinki is ahead of them, typing away on his phone as if he is desperately talking to someone. When they finally reach their building, Jinki, still distracted by his phone, enters first and misses the way that Minho’s hand snakes out to gently catch on Gwiboon’s wrist and keep her from following. She catches the steely look in his eye and doesn’t question when he pulls her around the side of the building, away from the lit entryway. “Are you okay? Really?” he says quietly, fiercely into the night air between them. Gwiboon moves until she is leaning against the building, her arms wrapped around herself. She honestly isn’t sure how to answer, so she doesn’t. Accepting her silence, Minho joins her on the wall as they both stare out into the city lights. “You know, I was mostly just afraid of what he might say,” Gwiboon finally whispers, having had a chance to think through exactly what had happened. Her feelings were still a whir of alcohol and adrenaline but her gut was urging her to speak. Minho was the type of person to stay her all night until she was able to answer his question, not because he was pushy but because he cared enough to give her time and space and not leave her alone to struggle through it all. She glanced sideways at him, curious to how he would react. He remained stoic and so she continued, letting the words come to her as she spoke. “I just, I’ve never been somewhere where people don’t know about me, you know? So the thought never crossed my mind about what might happen when one of them found out… especially in such a shocking way…” she trailed off as the truth in her words hit home. “I mean, I usually have time to tell people about my whole body situation before we get that intimate – not that I’m really that intimate with a lot of people, really just one but – “ she could feel herself getting into a tangent and fought to focus her thoughts. Taking a breath to calm herself, she proceeded, “It’s just never happened before where someone finds out that I have a boy body by being physically intimate. I mean, I usually get to explain that I’m a girl stuck in a boy’s body and tonight I just didn’t – “ “Stop.” The word is spoken so quietly yet so forcefully that Gwiboon can’t help but fall silent. “Gwiboon, is that honestly what you’re thinking?” he asks, finally looking sideways so that their eyes meet. The intensity in his gaze captivates Gwiboon and she can only nod, not sure if she has the energy or the wherewithal to go through everything she had just said. “Gwi,” he breathes, moving closer until he is merely inches from her, his hand lingering above her cheek as if afraid to caress it. Unknowingly, she leans up until his hand is placed firmly on her cheek and his thumb begins a slow, gentle caress across her cheekbone. “Gwi,” he starts again, his eyes closing as if he needs to gather his thoughts. A little thrill goes through her that she can affect him so much but she shushes the notion, reminding herself that her heart has already been stolen once. “You know that’s not true, right? You aren’t a girl stuck in a boy’s body, or whatever it was that you said.” Her eyes snap open at his words, confusion creasing her brow as she waits for him to continue. “You,” he says, moving his hand to her neck before stepping back and poking her in the head, “are perfect just the way you are. You are a girl and you have a body, end of story.” Gwiboon’s breath catches and her head spins as if she is floating. “What?” she says, the meaning of his words unable to sink in fully. “You are exactly who you are supposed to be and you are beautiful,” he says, leaning down until his face is right in front of hers. “Stop telling yourself that you’re stuck, you are Kim Gwiboon and you are the most beautiful person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.” Minho’s breath is fanning her cheek and Gwiboon can’t help but lean in closer as if she can physically feel exactly what he is saying. Distracted by his mouth, which is now silent, she misses the look in his eye as his hand gently cups her chin and forces her to look up and meet his intense gaze. “Don’t you ever tell yourself that you’re not perfect - that you’re ‘stuck.’ Do you hear me?” Gwiboon nods, the motion somewhat hindered by Minho’s grip on her face but still noticeable enough that he smiles down at her and then makes as if to move away. Before he can get too far, Gwiboon is moving forwards and wrapping her own hand under Minho’s chin, leaning up into him until their lips meet. The feeling is brief yet filled with meaning as the two break contact and look straight into each others’ eyes. A look flashes through Minho’s soulful eyes before he once again removes the distance between them and captures her mouth in a passionate clash of lips and teeth. Gwiboon’s heart flutters at the contact, at the emotions that threaten to overwhelm her as she gets swept away in the kiss. She is unable to think, unable to breathe, unable to do anything except give into the kiss – give into Minho – until her head is swimming from lack of oxygen. Minho finally breaks the kiss, gently resting his forehead against hers before nuzzling his nose against hers and pecking her top lip lightly. Gwiboon can’t help but giggle at the feeling, loving the way that he seeks closeness but doesn’t overpower her. A sharp vibration hits her collarbone and cuts through the moment, causing her to take a step back and reach into her bra for her insistently vibrating phone. She sees that the caller ID is Jinki and hurries to answer it, feeling guilty for possibly making him worry about her even more. “Are you and Minho done yet?” is all he says as she answers his call. She glances up and Minho, eyes widening in shock at Jinki’s question. “Um…sorry, oppa, we just-“ “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to bed so you better not make any noise when you get up here. You are coming up, right? Minho hasn’t-“ “No!” Gwiboon squeaks, embarrassed at the implication. “I’m coming up right now, sorry.” “Okay. Well I’ll see you soon then.” Just before Gwiboon can hang up the phone, Jinki quickly says, “Oh and I maybe kind of texted your brother and told him what happened and he might be freaking out and want to jump on the next plane here to kill that guy okay bye!” before hanging up. At the look of horror on her face, Minho moves closer, “Is everything all right? You look pale…” Gwiboon can only clench her phone in her hands before she marches back to the front of the building, anger once again riling in her chest. “I’ll see you later then?” Minho asks hopefully behind her. Not wanting to seem rude, Gwiboon turns on her heel and places a short, and somewhat angry, kiss onto Minho’s parted lips before turning back around and entering the building. The tall boy stares after her, his hand lifting to touch his lips before smiling shyly and beginning to make his way back to his own building.