𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 》TMR, Minho

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I woke up in Minho's arms, my head resting on his chest as he lay on his back peacefully. Hoping that I wasn't a creep, I watched him sleep for a few seconds.

I would've said he reminded me of home... but unlike home, he actually made me feel safe.

"Nice view, hm?" Minho suddenly said.

I shook out of my trance. "The sunset? Yes." I replied just like I had done before.

He let out a beautiful laugh where his eyes would disappear and dimples get visible.
"How's your hand doing?"

I looked at my bandaged hand. "I can use my bow with it."

"No, you can't." He laughed again, then pulled off his shirt and started doing push-ups.

This time I looked at him in a whole different way, more focusing on his muscles.

"I can't use my hand, so sadly all I can do is watch." I set up a sad voice but grinned.

"Do whatever you want, princess." He said casually.

And.. the butterflies appeared again. "I thought you assured me you would never call me princess and that I would have to live with 'Lee'." I raised my eyebrows, hiding my blush from him.

"Oh, I can call you Lee if you want."

"No, no, no," I said quicker than ever. "Princess is very... princess is.. an okay nickname."

It was an amazing nickname.

Minho looked up through his eyelashes, a smirk forming on his lips. "Princess it is."

"Princess is what?" Frypan groaned from his place.

"Your butt." Minho rhymed. I had to cover a giggle. "Morning, Fry."

"Morning, lovebirds." He chuckled.

"Lovebirds, indeed." Minho wrapped an arm around me jokingly, making me smile even deeper.

Newt spoke up, slowly getting up from his place and rubbing his eyes, blonde hair messy from sleeping. "Who are lovebirds?"

"Who do you think?" Frypan snapped, laughing loudly after. "Yesterday night when you were having sweet dreams about Thomas, these two were kissing and then Minho asked Lena to be his girlfriend."

"Woman." Minho corrected.

"Aah." A grin grew on Newt's face too. "Well, it's not unexpected."

I smiled teasingly. "Remember our deal, Newt?"

Minho's head snapped toward me. "Don't tell me you bet and now you get money because you made me-."

"No, that's not it." I interrupted quickly as Newt's face darkened.

"We never agreed on that deal." He frowned deeply.

I put my hands on my hips. "You did, I didn't." 

"Deals or not, Thomas is still gone," Jorge announced.

"Thanks for the brand new news," I responded, though worry for Thomas started to form in me again.

Minho looked around in our group. "Anyone got some food?"

"Seriously?" Newt furrowed his eyebrows even deeper. "Thomas is gone and you think about food."

"Or I'm just not in love with him," Minho stated. "And besides, not eating food won't change it, plus, I love food so that's also why I eat it."

Frypan whispered something in Minho's ear, which caused his face to darken in the first seconds, but then his eyes started to twinkle.