tension // lee minho

chapter nineteen

"he's actually very quick to know his feelings. he usually knows what he wants and gets it."

"well i guess we'll find out."

"as long as you're okay with that. you don't need to come out heartbroken when you have the power to get the answers you want." he speaks wisely.

"i think i know what i'm doing." i nod.

"alright. but if what soobin says is true, the more you sleep with him, the worse off you may get."

"ill cross that bridge when i get to it." i wave him off, knowing he's probably right, but i didn't have the energy to think about it. "tell me about your love life." i change the subject, bringing my gaze to the window of the car, watching the trees as we drove by.

"my love life? why?" he chuckles.

"we talk about me too much. what's going on in chan's world?"

"not much. just watching all my friends fall in love." he shrugs.

"who?"

"changbin, you-"

"i'm not falling in love." i correct him. "but changbin? who has he met?"

"you should ask him. it's not my story to tell." he shrugs.

"boring." i fake yawn.

"i'm boring, you're a liar, we've got our own traits." he says with a smirk.

"i'm not a liar."

"sorry— in denial." he clarifies.

"not that either." i shake my head.

"tell me you're not thinking about minho right now." he challenges.

"i'm not thinking about minho right now." i answer confidently, though, i kind of was. he always seems to be lingering in the back of my mind these days.

"what are you thinking about then?"

"what i need to get at the grocery store."

"which is?"

"huh?"

"what do you need to get at the grocery store?" he clarifies.

"umm..." i trail off, actually thinking about what i need.

"caught, red handed." he laughs.

"what do you mean?" i contort my face at him.

"if you were already thinking about it you wouldn't need to think about it now."

"whatever, you caught me off guard." i roll my eyes.

"it's okay to admit that you like him."

"is this all we're going to talk about?" i groan.

"i just don't know why you're running from it."

"there's a lot of feelings to unpack. they're not all sunshine and rainbows, okay? sure he's nice to look at, and sometimes he gives me butterflies. but other times he gets on my nerves. and i don't understand him, he's always so calm it's a little unnerving. not to mention i don't really know much about him personally. what's his favorite food? favorite color? does he sleep on his left or right side? how many pillows does he sleep with? does he take hot or cold showers-"

"okay. i get it." chan cuts me off, holding his palm in the air. "i still think it's better to address feelings than to ignore them."

"what do you know? have you ever had a crush on someone?" i retort.

"i've had plenty of crushes. none of which anything ever happened with because i kept my feelings to myself."

"you sound like a dad."

"i just know a thing or two. minho is easy to read, but he's not so good at reading other people— also his favorite color is mint, and he actually sleeps on his back." he answers a few of my questions from earlier.

"his back? what is he, an alien?" i furrow my brows.

"no, he just says he doesn't to get wrinkles." chan shrugs. my brows furrowing again as i bring a hand up to my face, feeling for any possible wrinkles. chan laughs at my action, shaking his head as we finally pull into the grocery store parking lot.

"well... what about the other questions i asked?" i look at him with hopeful eyes, ready to learn more about minho.

"ask him yourself." chan winks as he pulls the keys from the ignition.

"but-"

"ask him yourself." he repeats, more sternly this time. "now come on, let's get these groceries." he hops out of the car, not giving me another opportunity to protest.

i guess it was about time to get my underwear back from minho.