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Minhoverse Chapter 3

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One month passed by slowly; Miabella's friends had decided to ignore her still as women don't typically show a pregnancy until two or three months. However, when the second month passed and the girl's stomach still wasn't expanding, they decided to change their tune.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Nicole asked as Miabella walked with Minho to sit with his friends (who didn't really care that she was there; she just someone else for them to talk to). Miabella stopped and turned to her friend with an eyebrow raised. "Why aren't you sitting with us?"

"Because you don't want anything to do with me?" she replied, gripping her lunch tray tighter but her face unchanging.

"Oh come on, its all bridge under the water. We realized how stupid it was, I mean, Minho? Have sex?" the girls laughed together, talking about Minho as if he wasn't even there. By now half the school had gotten wind of their 'relationship' and the rumor that came with it of their expecting. It had gotten Minho praise and questions from his team and friends, but after a few rounds of refusing to comment it had died down quickly among the male populous. The insult had immediately riled Minho's friends up, the team and Minho sitting that much straighter as if holding back an angry retort.
Miabella looked back at Minho, not making any other comment besides, "I think he heard you."

Nicole shook her head as if she didn't care what Minho himself thought about what she said about him. She reached out and pulled Miabella's arm towards her. "Come on, we forgive you! Just come sit."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed deeply and before he could think about it, his own hand hand shot out to grab Nicole's wrist. "I don't think Mia needs to be dealing with someone as shallow as you" the words came from his lips quietly, but each one came forth from a place inside Minho that didn't want to see Mia miserable simply because her friends were shallow bitches. It had a strange effect on the other athletes at the table, seeing their quiet knight protecting what they had come to call 'Minho's woman'. They all began to back the boy up, most of them puffing out their chests as if daring the girls to try and take Mia from their protection. Some even yelling  talking shit under their breaths on the other side of the long table. Minho had inspired the boys somehow. These bitches were getting what was coming.

Miabella looked around nervously at the guys talking shit to her supposed friends. It had been extremely hard finding female students in the school who spoke more English than random words, but she knew that she didn't deserve to spend all of her time with people that ditched her for two months because of a false rumor that they made up. She looked from Minho to Nicole, wondering if she should say something to stop the conflict.

Nicole scowled at Minho, pulling her hand away as if Minho's hand was filthy. "Cut the crap Minho, we all know you're not together" she spat at him, a cruel smile on her lips. She obviously remembered what Miabella had said that day. As if challenging that statement Minho put his arm around Miabella, pulling her closer with his arm, keeping it protectively around her. Just because they hadn't really agreed to dating didn't mean Minho wasn't entirely protective of his one girl friend. And after all this time pretending she was his girlfriend, he easily fell into the role of her boyfriend.

Miabella had no idea what to think about her predicament. On one hand, she really wanted to stop everything and just sit down to her lunch with the girls, and on the other hand, she didn't want to be friends who treated her like crap half the time. She loved the fact that Minho was practically fighting for her; she put her hand on top of his and rested her head against him as she put her arm around him as well. Normally, she would feel very uncomfortable in this position with Minho, but right now, she couldn't be more content.

All the girls seem disgusted with the fact that Minho seemed to legitimately be with Mia now. It seemed the only reason they wanted Mia back was she wasn't too big a liability, not being pregnant and all, that and they didn't like her being so close to every single popular guy in school. Jonghyun spared a dazzling, mischevious smile at the girls before waving, Key, the diva of the group instantly doing the same, a more malicious expression on his face.

"I'm not sure why you want me back, though," Mia finally stated, not moving from her position with Minho. Her eyebrows knitted together, as if concentrating on something. She bit her lip before stating, "You were doing fine without me. Before you realized that I wasn't pregnant."

"Even if she was, you shouldn't have abandoned her anyway," Key spoke, his English skills surprising the others. He was one of the only people in the whole school that had gotten excited at the idea of a baby, he even thought he would make the perfect godfather; he was 2 seconds off a baby shower until Minho dispelled his ideas.

" Well, we can't have a pregnant girl in our group, Mia, that makes us look bad!" Hara insisted, looking at Mia as if the answer were obvious. "And we don't want to be victimized as a whole because one of us made a bad decision!"

Mia looked at them blankly, only raising her eyebrows the slightest bit. She had never realized just how shallow her friends were until this moment; she'd always had speculations, but none of this caliber. She held onto Minho slightly tighter for support.

"What the hell is this, a friendship or a chastity club?!" she half-yelled, garnering attention.

"You can't be without us! We're the only ones here who speak even slightly fluent English besides Minho and Key!" Joon Mi pointed out. Mia bit her lip; that much was true; she wouldn't get anywhere with anyone else where her Korean was at.

"Not true" Onew piqued up, pushing is glasses up his nose and giving the girls his ridiculously complacent stare, he looked like he would be quite happy to teach the others English if need be.

"We have more heart than you have of English anyways, just piss off" Key snarked, he had lived in America with his sister Amber for a while so his English was fabulous, he had no problems translating.

Mia looked from Minho to Joon Mi to Nicole, and she realized (with Key's help) that the kindness of someone's heart is more important than what language they speak. Love has no language. All that jazz.

"I'll live," she said coolly. Onew stepped up to Mia and raised his hand hesitantly. Mia nodded, which caused Onew to put his hand on her shoulder.

"And if she needs a translator to get by or if I need to teach anyone English, I would be happy to. Just so she doesn't have to ever have to deal with you - excuse my language - bitches ever again," he said defiantly, looking at the foreigner.

The girls were looking pale and frustrated, their popularity was about to fall considerably with the whole group of jocks taking a stand against them, all their grandeur dreams of dating them, fucking them, quickly going out the window.

"You're just a stupid slut!" Nicole yelled in a last ditch attempt to ruin Mia.

/"Does anyone else smell that?"/ Taemin asked, sharing a secret smile with his upperclassmen Key, the words clearly showing that they didn't care what the girls said. To them, they were just a bad smell.

Mia said nothing, but an irritated, semi-polite smile slowly crept onto her face. Her posture was almost rigid, as if someone had stuck her in a freezer for a couple of hours. She simply broke away from Minho and turned around, fixing to walk away from her former friends.

"/As for Korean,/" she started, back turned. "/I know more than you think I do./"

Mia's Korean caused a bunch of hoots from Jonghyun and Taemin, pride rising in them. Minho bowed his head in mock politeness at the girls before following after Mia, not sure if she would want to talk at this point, he had probably done something quite bad, but it was definitely for the greater good.

The girls looked about to burst and Nicole turned on her heels with a loud growl and stormed off.

Mia turned into an empty hallway, turning so her back was against the wall. She let a deep breath out while closing her eyes; she finally did it. She had actually stood up to someone; something that was almost impossible for her to do. Her heart pounded as if something was punching it, but her mind soared with pride. She had been worried that she would pronounce something in the sentence wrong, but she was gleeful that she didn't.

Minho found her moments later, walking up to Mia and standing in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders supportively, his way of saying that he is happy to take some of the weight off her shoulders.

Mia looked into Minho's eyes and smiled. She held up her arms to wrap around her friend's neck, hugging him happily. She loved the feel of Minho hugging her; it was the best feeling after accomplishing something big in her opinion. "Minnie..." she started bravely, looking into Minho's eyes. "Can I have a kiss? A tiny one?"

Minho chewed his lip thoughtfully, he /had/ enjoyed the kiss they had shared that one time. And he was technically with Mia now. He didn't see the harm indulging her. Nodding lightly he took a step closer to her, ducking his head so that he could press his lips to hers. Not only did he agree without hassle, but he initiated! Minho sure was growing up.

Mia tilted her head up so he didn't have to lean down as much while she him back. Screw the hug; *this* was her high point. They pulled apart after a moment, and she giggled. However, a second later, her face straightened out, something on her mind. "I'm sorry I'm such a burden to you, Minho.

You shouldn't have had to stand up to those girls for me." "/I'm sorry,/" Mia repeated, this time in the language Minho understood better.

Minho shook his head, normally he was adept at staying silent and cool during any confrontation, choosing to keep his thoughts to himself, that usually frustrated the aggressor into backing off. But with Mia, he couldn't help but wonder why he had jumped to her protection. It was a thought that tickled the back of his mind, he didn't know why. But he was beginning to think he genuinely wanted to be with her.

Mia smiled up at him, leaning in to peck his lips one more time. "I'm going back to finish my lunch. Wanna come with?" she asked while biting her lip. Something inside of her fluttered; she wasn't sure what, but a part of her was beginning to think that she wasn't pretending to want Minho as much as she said she was.

Minho was disappointed when she asked to go back into the lunch area, sure he wanted to thank his friends for their backup, and maybe finish his rice balls, but he also would have been quite happy to spend the rest of the break with his lips against hers. A thought that honestly scared Minho a little bit. So he nodded, his ears heating up at the thoughts that flashed in his mind for that second.

"D'aww, your ears are red," Mia pointed out with a snicker as she pushed her glasses up on her nose. She turned a little bit towards him, the v-neck collar of her shirt lifted slightly so that, if his eye line was perfect, he could see the soft lace detailing on her bra. "What's wrong, Minho?" she asked playfully.

Minho swallowed as his eyes accidentally saw what he was sure he wasn't meant too. He felt the heat in his ears travel straight down his neck and begin to collect somewhere that he was sure normally didn't happen, at least, not to him. His eyes went wide and he slipped his backpack off his shoulder to hold in front of him. "I-I'm fine" he practically squeaked.

Mia raised an eyebrow at the teenage boy; he was acting uncharacteristically bashful at the moment, and his face had filled with color. She had even seen the slight movement of him moving his backpack in front of him (although she didn't know what the motive behind that was). However, she said nothing and continued back to the cafeteria, where she found Jonghyun standing by the door. She waved to him, trying to think of an appropriate greeting as the boy was not fluent in English. /"Hey."/

"Hello" Jonghyun greeted back in English, it was one of the few English words he knew that weren't dirty. When the blonde spotted Minho follow behind Mia, clearly hiding a boner he laughed out loud, patting the man on the back and telling him quietly in Korean to tuck it in his belt already. Very sympathetic with the random boner situation.

Mia had no idea what the guys were talking about, but it had to be something at least sort of embarrassing with the blush on Minho's face. She snickered, pretending to know what they were saying and hoping that neither of them would ask her anything.

Jonghyun looked on the verge of crying from laughter when Mia snickered, making it appear like she had just riled Minho up on purpose. He held up his to high five Mia, the other one clamped over his lips to make sure he didn't draw attention himself by howling in laughter, keeping his amusement to a muffled snicker. Minho frowned, did Mia just show her bra to him to rile him up like that?

Mia held her hand up to high-five Jonghyun, but before their hands could touch, Minho had already taken the girl by the arm and dragged her off to the deserted hallway again. "Minho? What's wrong?" she asked, concerned; her friend had an urgent expression on his face, like he needed to talk to her about something *NOW*.

Minho didn't just drag her into the hall, he didn't want to be overheard so he kept walking with his grip firm on her until he found them both standing in the gym. He dropped his bag the second they were in and turned to face her, wincing as his boner bounced with the movement. "Why did you do that?" he said his tone not quite angry, more embarrassed and hurt Mia would do such a thing to him.

Mia's face fell as he asked her the question; she didn't know that whatever Jonghyun was talking about was so urgent. "What are you talking about? Do what?" she asked, playing with her glasses on her nose and folding her arms across her chest.

Minho couldn't even bring himself to say the word bra, still chaste as he ever was. Instead he made some vague motions at her breasts with a pathetic whimper. "That was mean" he said brows knotted together.

"...Minho, I'm pretty sure that on some planet, your form of communication is quite impressive. However; your weak link is...this is Earth," Mia told him, still having no clue what he was motioning about. She looked down at her chest before looking back at him, wondering if something had fallen out.

Minho looked hurt, Mia knew he had a problem communicating verbally, she didn't need to rub it in. Not when he was mentally worn and physically hard. That was just nasty.

"Look, Minnie, I'm really sorry about appearing as if I knew what Jonghyun was talking about," Mia apologized, scratching the back of her neck. Her eyes met Minho's as she took one of his hands into her own. "I honestly had no idea. Still don't."

"So you didn't intend to flash me?" he asked, the most adorably confused expression on his face, his heavy set eyes wide.

"What?!" Mia hadn't expected to hear that. She looked down to find that one of the buttons on her shirt had undone itself, so she reached up to fix the problem. "No!"

Minho deflated quickly, sighing and flopping onto his ass on the gym's shiny floor. "Good" he pinched the bridge of his nose "I thought you had tried to turn me on on purpose" he said, the outcome of the little underwear flash sticking up proudly in his uniform pants where he sat, completely forgotten to be covered as he sat.

Mia's eyes widened slightly when she saw Minho's boner, but she didn't say anything in fear that she would get herself into another spot of trouble. She sat down next to him, but facing the other direction. "So...what now?"

Minho shrugged, leaning back on his palms and looking up at the scoreboard on the roof. "I suppose I should tell Jjong to keep his mouth shut, the last thing I need is Kibum slipping me condoms because he thinks we're...you know" he flushed again as the thought of sex crept in his mind /again/. What the hell was going on with him today!?

Mia laughed slightly as she lifted her hand to examine the ring around her finger. It was amazing what damage (or what good) a little piece of silver with a diamond embedded could do. "That might be a good idea," she remarked, looking back up at him with a smile.

Minho caught her looking at the ring and shook his head. What were they doing? Were they really just pretending to date to keep appearances for his parents? for the neighbourhood adults? for the school? It really felt like they were doing it more for themselves now than anything. "Mia... we should do it" he said out of nowhere, meaning date, for real. But captain vocabulary doesn't speak well.
"What!?" Mia asked in shock, jumping at the proposition. Minho wanted to have sex with her? Since when was he so forward about things like that?! "R-Right now?!"

Minho, not grasping what he had said wrong simply nodded. "I think it would make the whole thing between us easier, don't you?" he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, he'd never dated anyone before, but he knew he could easily get used to all the time he spent with Mia.

Mia's face flushed. Forget her cheeks, her whole face flushed with color. "Er...whatever, but...the cameras are on...and...you know...we'd kind of be naked." she stuttered out, covering her face.

Minho blinked rapidly at Mia "n-naked?" the word sounded so foreign on his tongue and his eyes bugged comically, lips pursing at the idea of a naked Mia, it wasn't a bad thought, just another confusing, and distracting one.

"Y-you said we should do it, right?" Mia asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Minho inhaled when he finally realized what he had said. "D-date..." he offered with a stutter, his face and neck impossibly red.

Mia's eyes widened in realization as she covered her face in pure embarrassment. "Oh," was all she could offer for an answer. A few moments passed, and Mia could uncover her face, which had begun to return back to normal. "Yes. I would like to date you."

Minho chewed his lip and smiled happily, scooting back and pulling the ring off Mia's finger and putting it on correctly. He admired how it looked on her hand for a moment "You were really going to have sex with me?" he asked after a little awkward silence.

Just as it was starting to drain, the color rushed back into her face. She looked down at her knees. "Well...I really like you...and if you wanted to, I trust you, so...." All of this sounded very stupid now that she was saying it out loud, but it was true. She would have had sex with him if he had wanted it.

Minho nodded slightly. He just wanted to know, and as much as his body wanted to do things with Mia, he didn't have the courage. Sure he had kissed Mia, without her kissing him first, but that was a kiss. A very nice, sweet...aww hell he wished his boner would just go away.

"But yes," Mia continued, looking into Minho's eyes as she reached to put a hand on his chest to amplify her statement. "I'd like to date you." She leaned up on her knees, placing a small kiss to Minho's lips, unaware of what it would do to him for her to be do so.

Minho trembled bodily, he had no idea a kiss could feel like fire, but the second her lips touched him it felt like his blood ran hot, the feeling in his pants that had been subsiding almost becoming painful.

With the realization that he may not be able to help himself much longer, regardless of how chaste he may be he blindly grabbed for his bag and put it in his lap in hopes the weight of his books would deter the raging heat.

Mia paid no attention; she kept kissing Minho, running her hand over his chest up to his shoulder. She scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms around her neck. She felt herself warm up, and she could only barely restrain herself from reaching down and rubbing Minho through his pants.

Minho kissed back, his lips moulded to hers, he wanted so badly to run, but his body wanted to stay, it was confusing. And now the weight of his books only served to add pressure and friction as he squirmed. "Mia..." he breathed out, his deep and husky voice unlike any he'd ever used before.

Mia started to put weight on Minho, but he pushed back; after only a moment, they ended up with Mia flat on her back and Minho on top of her, propped up on his knees. She flicked her tongue gently across his bottom lip, wondering if he would respond.

Minho was so caught up in the feeling of Mia beneath him and the kiss that he didn't hear the bell ringing, his mind choosing to focus on Mia entirely. His breath hitched at the feel of tongue and his own slipped out to run along the crease of her lips, hoping she felt what he did right now.

Mia opened her mouth when she felt Minho's tongue on her lips, her own tongue reaching out to meet his. Her tongue gently pried his mouth open (he gave way pretty quickly), set to explore. Her hands ran down his sides as he couldn't take it anymore; he laid down, her left leg between his legs. She could hear him moan, which made her squeak out a response in surprise.

Minho's brain screamed at him to stop, that what he was doing was wrong, but he wasn't listening as beautiful hot lightning prickled at his spine. His kiss became intense, like the fiery charismatic stares he was so good at, it seemed that this was where Minho's charisma lay.

"So I told the girl 'bitch this is prada' and then I slapped her in the -HOLY! MINHO!?" Came the voice of one Kibum.

Mia immediately snapped away, pushing Minho roughly off of her. Her face burned as she sat up, almost panting. She hated Key for coming into the gym; the kiss was the hottest thing that ever happened to her, and he had just ruined it!

Key took a few surprised steps backwards accidentally pressing up against Jonghyun. /"Yah! Kibum what are you-? ...Oh"/ Jonhyun looked around Key and spotted the blushing duo sitting a meter or so apart, obviously having been caught doing something. Another bout of laughter ripped through the shorter man, he was really enjoying this Mia girl and the effect she was having on the normally shy Minho.

Mia stood up, brushing herself off and coughing a little bit, her blush still very prominent. Minho, however, stayed on the ground, trying to hide his now-reinstated problem. Holding his bag to his crotch he looked at his friends and fellow athletes.

"W-what are you guys doing here?" he asked, getting a pointedly annoyed and bitchy look from Key. 'good he's not pissed' Minho thought at the expression.

"We have practice" Key said folding his arms with an eyebrow raise.

"At lunch?" Minho scrunched his face up looking confused.

"/Lunch?/" Jonghyun asked with a laugh at Minho as his friend stood up. "/Dude, lunch is over. The bell rang three minutes ago./"

"Oh" was all Minho said before standing and making a desperate dash for the dressing rooms, coach Jiyong would kill him if he wasn't ready. Emerging only a minute or two later in the small gym shorts that did nothing to hide his problem even with the long sports shirt.

/"Dude, why don't you just go to the bathroom?"/ Key asked in slight embarrassment, having a hard time keeping his eyes away from Minho's problem (as Mia was as well). Jonghyun laughed at the question, and turned to face Minho for his answer.

/"No way! Thats... gross"/ he sputtered, he had honestly never done /that/ to himself, not even at home, he would die of embarrassment even trying at school. "And we have class..." he said studiously, even the top of the class, he preferred not to miss gym out of anything.

It was then that Mia realized that she did not have gym at that moment because of two things: one of them being that she wasn't on the basketball team, the other being that she didn't have a penis. "Agh, I have to go!" she exclaimed before she leaned up to peck Minho's lips one more time before charging the gymnasium door.

Minho flushed at the kiss but waved at her retreating back. Getting an elbow in the ribs by Jonghyun, he obviously approved of the very out of the norm making out and giving Minho boners.
Later, when Minho's problem had dissapated and Jonghyun stopped making fun of him for it (for the time being), Minho walked out of school, wondering where his girlfriend was. "Maybe she decided to go to her house for once," he thought as he walked to his car.

"Hi, Minho," a very flirty, girly feminine voice greeted him from behind. Minho turned to see Goo Hara walking towards him, armed with a low cut (but dress code appropriate) blouse and miniskirt.

Minho bristled, he didn't like this girl at all, but when he turned around the girls physical appearance definitely made him stare a little. Nodding at the girl to show he heard her he waited for her to tell him why she was there, at least, not before snapping his eyes back up to her face.

Hara looked Minho up and down, smirking when she caught the fact that Minho wasn't looking into her eyes. She giggled a little bit when his eyes snapped back up to her. "I wanted to apologize."  she said, batting her eyelashes at him with a soft smile.

Minho was a little too dense to realize that she was flirting, and not just looking nice and being nice. People can change right? "O-oh... I guess it's okay" he said quietly, his posture softening at the thought the girl may not be a threat, his eyes watching her movements closely as they were entranced by the smallest bat of lash.

"It was rude of me to do that to your friend," Hara "admitted", stepping closer to him while swaying her hips a little. It was the easiest trick in the book to decipher, but yet, Minho didn't seem to be capable of wrapping his head around it. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Minho's ears heated up as his eyes trailed from her hips, up her body, talking a long look at her chest before his eyes rested on her face again. "Just... be nice?" he swallowed out, his voice unintentionally laced in insinuation because of the awkward sensation that ran through his body. He wasn't exactly attracted to Hara, just what she was doing.

"I really like you, Minho," Hara told the boy, unintentionally imitating Miabella's tone of voice. She was very close now; her chest almost touched his, and her hands gently moved to hold his. "I'd like to start a relationship with you," she proclaimed. Before Minho could object, she leaned up on her toes, kissing Minho.

Miabella hummed to herself as she walked towards the parking lot; she knew she was running a little late, but she also knew that Minho would have still been there due to practice. "Ring ding dong, ring ding dong," she sung softly to herself as she opened the door to go to the lot. She saw Minho standing by his car as usual, but with a girl. She looked at the situation with a little suspicion as the girl was standing awfully close to him, but she wasn't about to jump to conclusions. That is, until the girl kissed Minho. Miabella felt like an ice pick had been shoved into her chest wall, clean through her heart. She never expected Minho to do that to her; he was always too sweet, too kind. But now she knew; the innocent, sweet, funny Minho was only a facade. He was a cheat, and a liar, but she wasn't going to confront him about it. "Never let him see you upset," she told herself as she approached the illegitimate couple.

Minho had quite possibly the most agro, disgusted face he had ever had, but it wasn't clear if it was because of Hara or Mia. Either way he turned his back from the girl that had kissed him, punching his fist into his four wheel drive. "Just leave me alone!" he growled, he was sick of people assuming he was up for any of this, relationships, sex, kissing, he wanted it all to be on his own terms.

Hara jumped, her eyes widening. However, instead of staying and trying to fight Minho, she turned on her heel and ran away, happy to get a kiss even if she had stolen it. Mia looked at her, angry when she found out that it was Hara, but proud that her boyfriend had rejected the other girl. A warm feeling reinstated in her chest as she reached the car, a smile on her face. She turned to Minho, who was still upset with his arms folded over his chest, and softly asked, "Can I still have a ride?"

Minho grimaced when he realized Mia had seen the whole display but nodded, tugging open the door with a little effort when he realized he had made quite a significant dent in his car door, the door a little jammed from the force of the punch. Quietly he hoped Mia wasn't mad at him for kissing Hara, even if he didn't want too.

Miabella opened her door and got in the car, slightly adjusting her position as she buckled her seatbelt and put her bag on her lap.  She watched as Minho got in as well and started the car, scratching her neck awkwardly. She wanted to hold his hand, wanted to kiss his cheek, his lips, but she knew he wasn't in the mood right now. So she sat quietly as Minho put the car in drive and turn around so he could see to back out.

Minho was gripping the steering wheel hard the whole way home, a day filled with people testing his patience, and making fun of him made him lock up even more than normal, which was a considerable amount considering he was closed to everyone but his closest friends most of the time. His face clearly showed the stress he was feeling.

Miabella didn't say anything the whole way home; she thought it was better for Minho just to feel the blunt of his feelings, and leave it at that. However, when they both stepped into Minho's house and allowed his mother to see her son all upset and Miabella distancing herself from him, Miabella knew that it was an awful idea, as Minho's mother automatically "knew" it was her fault.

Minho's mother tried to get him to tell her what was wrong with a few well placed steps in front of him, but Minho wasn't having it, she was also a part of why he was so stressed lately, he didn't appreciate anyone forcing him to do anything, even if he and Mia were really together now, he didn't like the idea that at some point she will try and force them to be married. He grumbled and grabbed
Mia's hand and tug her up the stairs towards his bedroom.

Miabella followed Minho up the stairs, holding onto his hand as tightly as he did to her. He gently pushed her into the bedroom before him, coming in after and shutting the door. He leaned back up against the closed door and slid down into a sitting position, his head in his hands. Miabella knelt down next to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her chin resting on his head.

Minho put his head against her chest, for once being the receiving end of the hug, he was able to put up with a lot, but by this point he had been forced to do things, ridiculed, teased, laughed at and in general not left alone. He felt like shit. "What do I have to do?" he said weakly, he just wanted to know what he had to do to make everyone leave them alone. What he had to do to get peace.

Miabella inhaled as she ran her fingers through his hair. Their position much reminded of her of her father; sometimes, when he had actually come home while drunk, he would sit on the floor and mope about all of the bad things he had done, and she was the one to comfort him. She would hold him in her arms, his head on her chest and her chin on his head, just like she was doing to Minho now. It haunted her; she was afraid of doing anything that reminded her of her father. However, her best friend, her support system, her boyfriend was upset, so she was willing to put her fear aside to comfort him. Even so, she couldn't stop herself from allowing a tear or two to roll down her cheeks.

Minho didn't know anything was wrong until he felt a tear grace the back of his neck, pulling away slightly to look up at Mia. His face changed dramatically from inner pain to worry. Hands came up to her face, his thumbs wiping her tears away. He didn't know what was wrong, but he knew he could help. With a strong tug he wrapped her up in his arms, cradling the girl in his lap, again putting her
before himself.

Miabella sniffled to herself when she felt Minho tug her into his lap. Guilt overwhelmed her; she was supposed to be making him feel better for once, not the other way around. "I'm sorry," she said pitifully. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Minho shook his head, petting circles low on her back, he never used to do that before, but he was closer to Mia now than ever before, it was something for both their comfort, to reassure Mia everything was okay and for Minho to know that she was there, and not trying to fuck with him.

Miabella wrapped her arms tightly around her boyfriend, burying her face into his shoulder. She wanted to disappear, to have this all be some sort of nightmare and have none of it happen at all. However, she calmed when Minho rubbed her back, and her iron grip on his shirt loosened a little.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, his voice muffled slightly as he rest his face in Mia's hair.

"I am now," she answered, her eyes and voice still brimming with tears. "You really are amazing, Minho."

The statement made Minho blink; he had never been praised for anything bar his height and athletic prowess. Considering he was on the floor, unmoving, he was pretty sure he wasn't being complimented for either. "W-what?" he asked after a few seconds of thinking her statement over.

"You're really sweet," Miabella started off, grasping his left hand in hers. "You're smart, you always know what to say or do," she continued as she kissed his cheek. "And I love you for it," she finished, holding his right hand in hers, looking at how the rings shone together in the sunlight from his window.

Minho's cheeks flushed at that remark, Mia knew exactly what to say to get under his skin completely. He felt his body surge with warmth, but not the kind of uncomfortable heat like earlier in the day, it was comfortable and nice and made his heart beat a little quicker in his chest. He wrapped his long fingers around her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the ring and her finger before resting their hands against his chest, the thumpathump of his heart felt through his uniform shirt clearly.

Miabella grinned while biting her lip when she felt his heartbeat through his shirt. The moment was truly romantic, and she didn't want it to end, even though she knew it had to. She leaned in and gave him a small kiss to his lips, letting go of his left hand to put hers on his chest.

Minho couldn't take it anymore, the romance and feelings that swam inside him were practically bursting. Without warning he leaned forward and sealed his lips to hers as if it could cement what he felt and never let it stop.

After a few moments, Miabella parted from Minho with a smile, her eyes now dried up. However, now she looked incredibly sleepy, and she felt it, too. Today had been a long day for the both of them, and she felt that now was the time to rest from it. "Minnie, let's take a nap together, yeah?"

Minho felt the same way. During gym he had worked himself HARD to make sure no one would try and confront him about what had happened during lunch. He thought a rest would be nice. He stood, letting Mia out of his arms gently. He considered getting a bedroll out for her like he did when she stayed the night but a thought crossed his mind before he could ask "Want to share my bed? he asked quietly.

It barely even took a second of thought for Mia to nod her head. It wasn't that she was desperate to share a bed with Minho, but she thought it was a bit lonely for her to sleep on the floor and he on the bed. After the moment they just had, she wasn't really ready to part from him yet; that, and she wanted to snuggle up to him while she slept. That was a plus.

Minho nodded and slipped off his house slippers and hopped under the covers, holding the edge of the duvet up for Mia to hop in.

Mia slipped her socks off and crawled into bed with Minho, smiling as she cuddled up to the boy (the bed, admittedly, was a bit small for two people, but they could handle it). She wrapped an arm around his waist as the other put itself awkwardly between their chests, unsure of where to go. However, Mia left it there; it wasn't like she could think of a better place.

Minho pulled that hand against his chest, threading his fingers with it, his other arm wrapping around her and pulling her even closer. Minho was the perfect security blanket during sleep, holding on to Mia as if he were afraid he'd wake up and she'd be gone.

Just before getting too comfortable, Mia pulled her glasses off and sat them down on the bedside table, then turned back and reassumed into position. She kissed his neck, which was what she could reach at his angle, and with a closed-mouthed yawn, she closed her eyes and put her head against his shoulder, trying to go to sleep.

Minho shivered gently at the kiss to his neck, but let it pass. His breathe was slow and steady, a complete offshoot of the pounding of his heart that was racing from the sheer closeness of their bodies and the intimacy of the act of sleeping together.
So the chart begins to make sense now yes?

Key is a diva
JJong is a prankster
Onew is a nerd
Tae is a snarky bitch/slut >.>

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FallenNephilim's avatar
Tae is a snarky bitch/slut? That seems a little more Key-like to me, though~ *snickers* Jjong is a prankster, I got that. And why does Onew being a nerd fit so well? XD