tension // lee minho ✔️

chapter seventeen

"mm." i respond, feeling sleep take over once again.

"okay, you asked for it." and before i knew it, i was lifted from the chair, thrown over someone's shoulder, my eyes staring down at their ass as i finally decided to open them.

"what the— put me down!" i yell.

"oh now you're awake." the person sarcastically replies, placing me on the ground in front of them. i was still very disoriented, having just woken up.

"minho? what are you doing here?" i furrow my brows, subtly using a free hand to pinch my arm. just to make sure i wasn't dreaming.

"trying to get you to go home." he states matter-of-factly.

"what time is it?" i ask.

"nine, the library is closed."

"oh..."

"so are you going to let me take you home, or do you plan on standing there all night?" he asks, crossing his arms over his broad chest. without saying another word, i grab my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder and pushing past him. i hear him sigh before he turns around, following me. the both of us push past the library doors, minho stopping for a moment to lock them before catching up to me. "my car is this way." he states, grabbing me gently and pulling me in the opposite direction. i yank away from him.

"i'm walking." i tell him.

"it's nine o'clock at night, you're not walking." he deadpans.

"are you going to stop me?" i retort.

"yes, actually." he nods.

"good luck." i tell him, turning on my heels. but again, i was quickly lifted from the ground and thrown over his shoulder. "minho!" i yell.

"you didn't give me much of a choice." he says, holding onto my legs securely as he uses his other hand to fish his keys from his pocket.

"why can't you just let me walk?" i huff as he places me back down, in front of the passenger seat of his car.

"because it's dark, and your house is about a thirty minute walk." he mumbles, pulling open the door and gently pushing me inside the car. i get in with a sigh, placing my backpack between my legs on the floorboard. minho shuts the door and makes his way to the drivers side, quickly getting in.

"why do you care?" i ask as he settles in.

"huh? put your seatbelt on." i roll my eyes, pulling my seatbelt on before turning to face him again.

"why do you care?" i repeat.

"care about what?"

"if i walk home in the dark."

"it's dangerous." he shrugs, starting the car. i roll my eyes at the answer, but decide not to push any further. i had a feeling it would only hurt my feelings even more.

"where's my underwear?"

"in my room."

"what? chan said he couldn't find them." i retort.

"because that's what i told him to say."

"okay... well... could i have them back?" i ask.

"you can come get them." he shrugs.

"okay, what game are you playing? because i'm really confused."

"what do you mean?"

"we had sex, really good sex-"

"thank you." he interrupts with a smirk.

"and then i wake up in chan's room, and you're gone." i finish.

"is that a problem?" he asks.

"it wasn't, until you come here, acting like you care." i argue. minho was silent for a while before he spoke up again.

"what should i have done differently?" he glances to me, mostly keeping his eyes on the road. i scoff.

"well for starters, putting me in another man's room, fully clothed was very disorienting. and then you weren't even there to give me a reason. was i bad in bed or something? did you not enjoy it? i mean, i haven't heard anything from you since then. was it really just a one time thing?" i rant, feeling a little embarrassed about all of the feelings i poured out in the last few seconds. minho's silence made my heart drop. i just ruined it.

"you're not bad in bed." he states.

"really? that's all you got from that?" i scoff. "i'm not even surprised, i-"

"let me finish." he interrupts, placing a hand on my thigh. the action shutting me up instantly. "if you want to find out if it was just a one time thing or not, i suggest you come to my room to get your underwear." he says with a smirk. "and, as far as putting you in chan's room... i'm sorry."

"you're... what?" i was caught off guard by his words. they didn't fit the arrogant douchey minho i knew in my head.

"i'm sorry. anything else you need me to address?" he asks, looking at me quizzically.

"no." i shake my head, looking down at his hand still resting on my thigh.

"good." he nods, taking me by surprise as he gently squeezes my thigh, his thumb drawing circles on my skin. and i couldn't stop the small smile tugging at my lips as i pulled my gaze from his hand, looking out the window, watching the world go by as he drove me home.

fuck.