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//recap because I haven't updated in a long time. I hope I still have readers, omg, please forgive me//

Mina had dinner with Sehun

Mina and Baekhyun have not seen each other since she spent those nights at Baekhyun's house so she could get better.

Baekhyun's new roommate is Kyungsoo, who is Sehun's older and adopted brother.

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        "And where have you been?" The voice boomed, almost shaking the concrete walls.

        Mina knew exactly what she would walk into if she came back tonight. But she had no choice. She'd been living off of other people for far too long. The only excuse she gave herself was the fact that her body had not been in the best shape. Plus, although she may not look like she cares, she has school to go back to.

        She tried to continue her way through the dimly lit warehouse by not responding, since there was a small chance he might just let her go. Too bad that chance was too little.

        Glass shattered so loudly, allowing the echo to spread in rapid seconds. Mina slowly turned around as an ugly feeling in her gut began to grow. It's now or never, I guess.

        In front of her was none other than Hyong Jun, the gang's head and leader. Although, Mina never really considered it a gang per se; to her, it was just a big chunk of Jun's family that she thought of as uncivilized and a disgrace to humanity.

        Right now that disgraceful leader was holding the tip of a broken beer bottle, which indicated that the horrifying noise was of his doing. It was pretty obvious that he hasn't showered or attempted any type of sanitation for at least three days. Nothing new there.

        "I asked you a question." Jun's arms hung low as he traipsed towards her.

        "Somew–"

        Jun pulled her arm forcefully, so she was facing him. "You look at me when I'm talking to you."

        Mina closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the now-torn-up muscle he pulled in her upper arm. Before she got another chance to speak, Jun brought their bodies closer to each other so that both of their chests were a centimeter apart.

        Mina's nose twitched in disgust as he gradually fit his head into the side of her neck, breathing in deeply, obviously taking in her scent. With her body stiff as a rock, Mina held on to her breath for dear life.

        Jun's smell was horrendous. Take sweat, raw meat, a rotten egg and sprinkle a bit of weed all of over that and voilá, you have a Jun. Touching him (or any Hyong for that matter) by far the second most dreadful thing in life; the first being living with them.

        But if she wanted him to leave her alone as soon as possible, then she'll just push through the cringe and let him have their so called "family hug".

        His arms were wrapped securely around her string bag that hung from one shoulder. "I've missed you." The man's nose slowly lifted up from it's spot on her neck and he slowly replaced them with his chapped up lips.

        Noticing immediately, Mina shook him off with every force her body could give off. "Jun, no." He backed a tiny up murmuring what seemed to be a slurry version of "sorry", before returning back his position of having her inside his embrace.

        Mina barely allowed him to hug her, but anything further than that, she would automatically fight against. No question.

"You... " He took in one more breath and exhaled out before continuing. "...you smell different." His hand rubbed her shoulders lightly. "What is this... lavender?"

        Apprehension juggled with Mina's nerves. Shit. She remembered clearly how Baekhyun how folded her hoodie after he had washed it, obviously using his own soap. But the thought of Jun having memorized her scent never crossed her mind. Maybe it's because that type of shit is creepy as hell.

        Jun recognized the sudden change in her body. "You don't go to the local cleaners anymore?"

        "No, I do." Mina's swallowed.

        Laughter roared up his throat, does she really think I'm stupid? "Cut the crap, princess. Now answer me, is it him?" He whispered as if the tension in the air was nonexistent.

        Deciding that they've been in contact for way too long, Mina shoved away his icky self away from her. Without answering directly, her eyes, daring yet tired, met his.

        It didn't take a genius to figure that Jun's assumptions were spot on, although not fully. The careless in his eyes were no longer there. Instead, his gaze was much more possessive. "Didn't I tell you to never see him ever again?"

        There he goes again; claiming me as his own. Mina didn't even bother glancing at him at this point. All she wanted was a shortcut out of this situation.

        "Hey!" Jun's rough hand took hold of her jaw, twisting and pulling it closer to his face. "You look at me when I'm talking." He gritted.

        With repugnance, Mina obeyed but holding back every detail that could reveal any weakness as much as possible. She held her breath for a short while, not enjoying the air of his alcoholic breath as he continued. "I'll this once more, and I'll say it nicely." He tightened the grip, his dry fingers digging harshly into the skin of her cheek. "I don't want to smell someone else's scent on you ever again, so get rid of him... or I will."

        He finally let go of her, but before he turned around, Mina spat towards his direction. "I'm not yours. How many times to I gotta say it? I belong to no one."

        Jun smirked like her words were nothing more than child's talk. He grabbed a half used cigarette from the floor and lit it up, inhaling a huge amount of smoke before speaking again. "You know what, love? I'll take that as a yes. Why?" He laughed and then shortly after continued. "Because I know you know better."

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        "Hope this activates some sort of inspiration."

        Baekhyun grabbed on to the cup of coffee from the tray held in front of him. "Thanks." He muttered as Minseok went back to his shift.

        His drawing was due tomorrow morning and yet the blank page of the sketchbook sat there, still completely untouched.

        Draw an unexpected moment in life but be unpredictable and creative with whatever it is you draw, he mentally read over the assignment for the nth time. "C'mon..." he whispered to himself. "Think, think." He was restless and which irritated him, because he hated that feeling the most.

        It's been like this for about 2 weeks now. He thought things would get better after getting a roommate, but that wasn't the case. Sure, Kyungsoo made good company and it was nice to have someone around who knew how to cook (although he wasn't much of a talker), but nothing changed. The empty feeling his stomach gave off continued to bug him.

        After sitting down for ten extra minutes, nothing still came to mind. So, the lad just gave up and began collecting his belongings together, and was soon out the door of the popular coffee shop.

        As the rays of sun attempted to warm up the frosty air, Baekhyun trudged along the sidewalk, not really knowing where his feet were dragging him. The only thing that managed to catch his attention enough to make him pause was the sound of a squeaky swing and someone who was more than just an acquaintance.

        Mina.

        The park was empty, in fact, it looked like it's been so for quite a while. Nothing but 3 swing sets, in which 2 were usable, and a slide that seemed quite unsafe for children now. But Baekhyun couldn't even begin asking questions of the place, for he was long gone, captivated by the sight in front of him.

        Her ankles were crossed, shoelaces not bothered to be tied. She wore the same hoodie as always, washed dark navy color, ripped hole in the elbow, and something written across the chest, but Baekhyun couldn't determine what it said as it was in Japanese.

        Little by little, he walked inside the area and placed himself on a bench that provided him a perfect close enough view of her. He double made sure his mask covered majority of his face cause he knew she'd leave as soon as she saw who it was.

        Mina's hair looked messy but most of it was hidden under woolen hat. The ends darted back and forth as she swung lightly back and forth. Her grip on the freezing metal chains hardened with every push forward. Nothing particular was being focused on, but Baekhyun noticed that her head was tilted towards the cluttered ceilings of Earth.

        She seemed to be engrossed in some thought, as her eyes reflected ponderation. Her mouth was slightly open enough for one to see the small puffs that she exhaled.

        All the meanwhile Baekhyun gawked at the sight in front of him. The pace of the muscle in his chest quickened with every baby swing. He was starting to wonder whether the goosebumps that formed no too long ago were really from the cold. He did not understand this sentiment, in fact, he had not a clue on what it was. But one thing was for sure in both his mind and heart: the sight in front of him, was beautiful.

        Absolutely beautiful.

        Then the urgent feeling of wanting to do something about it slammed him. The desperate and dire feeling of wanting to draw.

        This is it, he spoke in his mind, as his brittly frigid hands took out his sketchbook and grabbed a pencil.

        "Draw an unexpected moment in life..."

        His hand swerved left, right, up and down, delineating the basics, like how every drawing starts. This is by far the most unexpected thing I've encountered.

         "...be unpredictable..."

        His thumb and pointer pressed against the paper every so often, rubbing the shaded areas to help the pencil marks blend in. It's not just unpredictable. I still have no idea what the hell is happening.

        "...and be creative with whatever it is you draw."

        As the utensil moved around intensely copying down the view, his eyes kept glancing up and back down in order to assist the process. With every flick he made with the pencil, texture was drawn, lines were defined and the anxiousness gradually vanished.

        In ten minutes time, Baekhyun dropped his hand down finally and breathed out the air he was holding for the past few seconds. Never taking a second look at his drawing, he folded his sketchbook back into his bag and just held his fists together, shifting his eyes back to what really mattered.

        Her. It's her who matters.

        "Could I...?" Baekhyun whispered.

        Are these intense emotions of crush I might have on her? Is that why my heart literally will not chill for two damn seconds every time I see her?

        For all he knew, Baekhyun could be attracted to her simply because he's male. But this seemed far from lustful to him. It wasn't like that. So what the hell is it?

        Confusion was starting to play with him like a toy, but he was done with that game once and for all. There's only one way to confirm this.

        Getting up from for crooked bench, Baekhyun left his stuff laying on it as he trotted towards the girl that drove him nuts.

        Of course, being a cautious person, Mina felt the presence of someone coming specifically towards her. Her hands balled into fists as she left the swing walking only a few steps away from it. And who the hell is this.

        "Mina." He called.

        Baekhyun? She questioned as she was sure the voice belonged to him.

        Seeing her puzzled face, he slid down his mask. "It's me. Byun Baekhyun."

        Of f-cking course it is. She didn't know what to feel mainly because she didn't know what the right thing to feel was. Her initial feeling was overwhelming but glad. He was in front of her again. She's received another chance to be face-to-face with him.

        But as she let it sink in, from knowing what she's involved in to Jun's words, it all hit her within a minute and lowkey began to panic. "What are you doing here?"

        "I wasn't following you, I promise. This was pure coincidence." He breaths were short from the vigorousness of his nerves. "But now that you're here, I have to tell you something."

        "Why'd you approach me?! Don't you understand–"

        "I told you it was a pure coincidence, maybe even fate." It was his turn to do the interrupting.

        "So? What if I don't wanna see you?" This is the first time they've spoken since she was at his house. Mina absolutely did not have the heart to tell him anything with such bitterness, especially after what he's done for her, but what choice does she have?

        "That doesn't change the fact that I have been dying to see you."

        His words struck her like lightning. What on Earth is he saying? He needs to stop. "I don't think that–"

        "Listen," he cut her off, inching forward. "Will you listen to me this one time?" His voice was much softer now. A rush of wind past by them as they did nothing but stare at one another. When Mina didn't answer, Baekhyun took initiative by grabbing both her shivering hands into his numb ones.

        Oh my gosh. The girl felt her heart blow up. When did he get this close? But probably what surprised her the most was how different this felt. This didn't make her uncomfortable like how it did around Jun, but the same time wasn't something she was used to.

        "I first want you to know, that... " After he stopped midway, he grunted. I can't do it this way. "Can... Can I do something?" He asked, pressing lightly on her hands.

        Mina viewed his suddenness as something quite odd. "Do what?" She carefully eyed.

        "It's for confirmation, just give me permission. Please."

        "For?"

        "Just say yes!" His nerves were so badly tense and agitated, he was having trouble expressing anything.

        "Yes for what?!" She yelled back in frustration. Mina hated vagueness.

        She said yes, Baekhyun noticed. Kind of at least.

        Giving her one last glimpse of his eyes, he pulled her close, placing her hands on his chest whilst holding them tightly, and like a feather against a palm, planted his lips against hers.

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