you guys need to know what happend to this duo cause its really cute

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I don't even know how it happened. One minute, Minho was making a snarky comment about how I could never beat him at Mario Kart, and the next, we were planning a whole date. Well, he called it "hanging out," but let's be honest—when it's just the two of us, and he's wearing that stupidly attractive leather jacket, it's a date.

We decided on something simple, like grabbing dinner and walking along the Han River. Minho, being Minho, insisted he pick the restaurant. "You'd probably just take us to a convenience store," he teased, smirking as he opened the car door for me.

"Hey, don't diss convenience store food," I shot back, sliding into the seat. "It's iconic."

He rolled his eyes but didn't argue. That's one of the things I love about him—he'll roast me all day, but he'll also secretly indulge my quirks when he thinks I'm not paying attention.

The restaurant he picked was fancy but not overly pretentious, the kind of place where you could wear sneakers and still not feel out of place. We ended up sharing a bunch of small dishes, laughing as Minho critiqued the plating like he was on some food competition show.

"This isn't even symmetrical," he said, pointing at a plate of perfectly delicious dumplings.

"Yeah, because everyone eats dumplings for their symmetry," I replied, popping one into my mouth.

He just shook his head, muttering something about "no taste," but I caught the way he smiled when he thought I wasn't looking.

After dinner, we headed to the Han River. The air was crisp, and the lights from the surrounding buildings reflected off the water, creating this weirdly romantic atmosphere. Not that I'd admit it out loud—I'd never hear the end of it from Minho.

"So," I started, shoving my hands into my pockets as we strolled along the path. "What's the real reason you wanted to 'hang out' tonight?"

He raised an eyebrow at me. "What, I can't just want to spend time with my favorite headache?"

"Your favorite headache, huh?" I said, grinning.

"Don't push it," he warned, but there was no bite to his words.

We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the river and the occasional laughter from other couples filling the space between us. At one point, Minho stopped, looking out at the water with this faraway expression.

"You know," he said, his voice softer than usual, "I don't do this kind of thing often."

"What, go on dates?" I teased, though my chest tightened a little.

He shot me a look but didn't deny it. "Yeah. But with you... it feels different."

I stared at him, unsure if I'd heard him right. Minho wasn't exactly the type to get all mushy, so hearing him say something like that felt... huge.

"Different how?" I asked, my voice quieter now.

He turned to face me, his eyes meeting mine. "Like... easier. Less exhausting. More... you know."

"Romantic?" I offered, smirking just to see him squirm.

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Forget I said anything."

"No way," I said quickly, grabbing his wrist before he could walk away. "I... I get it. I feel the same way."

His expression softened, and for a moment, neither of us said anything. Then, out of nowhere, he leaned in and kissed me—soft and slow, like he was afraid I might disappear if he moved too fast.

When he pulled back, I could feel my cheeks burning, but I couldn't stop smiling. "You're such a sap," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Only for you," he replied, echoing something he'd probably deny saying later.

We spent the rest of the night just sitting by the river, talking about everything and nothing. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I didn't have to try so hard to be happy.

Because with Minho, it just... happened.

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It was one of those nights. The kind where everything just seemed to fall into place without me even trying. We'd spent hours at the restaurant, teasing each other, laughing, but as we walked by the Han River under the night sky, something felt different. The cool breeze, the city lights reflecting off the water, the soft hum of people enjoying their own little moments—it all had this perfect, almost magical vibe.

Minho hadn't said much since our last conversation, but his quiet presence felt comforting. We weren't even saying anything now, just walking side by side, our shoes crunching against the gravel, the sounds of the river flowing behind us. And then, without warning, Minho stopped walking and turned to face me, his eyes catching mine.

"Han," he said, his voice low, "I don't think I've ever really told you how much you... mean to me."

I blinked, not sure how to respond. It wasn't like Minho to be so open, especially not about things like feelings. So, instead of saying anything, I just took a small step closer to him.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, but my heart was already picking up speed.

He hesitated, then, like he couldn't hold it back anymore, he leaned in. "I mean..." He paused just before our lips touched, a soft breath escaping his mouth. "This. All of this."

And just like that, he kissed me. It wasn't fast or rushed, but gentle—like he was savoring the moment, feeling every second. His lips were warm, a little nervous, but something in me clicked when we connected, something I hadn't realized I was waiting for.

Just as the kiss deepened, there was a loud, explosive bang. At first, I pulled back in shock, looking up. But then I saw them—the fireworks, bursting in the sky above us, their brilliant colors lighting up the night.

And in that moment, the whole world felt like it stopped. It was just us, standing by the river, fireworks exploding in the sky, lighting up everything around us. The colors from the fireworks reflected off the water, surrounding us in a kaleidoscope of reds, blues, and golds.

Minho's hand found its way to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as our lips met again, this time more urgent, like we couldn't get enough. The crackle of the fireworks in the distance only made the moment feel even more surreal.

"Is this... real?" I whispered against his lips, still feeling the firework display in my chest as much as in the sky.

Minho pulled back just enough to look at me, a small, soft smile on his lips. "I think it is," he said, his voice low, barely above a whisper. "And I think it's just the beginning."

I couldn't help but smile back, my heart racing in my chest, as the fireworks continued to light up the sky above us. It was as if the universe had decided to give us this one perfect moment, and for the first time, I didn't feel like I had to try to chase it. It was here, now, and it felt like the start of something I wasn't ready to let go of.

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