I look up at Chan, gulping down my salavia. He doesn't even look mad. He just doesn't weat his smile anymore and even after just a day this already tells me not to provoke. Same goes for Changbin, who is lined up behind the older one.

I nod fastly and wanted to run, but his strong, cold grip makes my whole body freeze, even after he let go.

"Now go! Why are you letting him wait?"

I bow quickly and turn around, running out of the club. I think I haven't run this fast since I am out of high school.

Minho waits at the bus station 100 meters next to the club entrance. We need to take the bus as Felix took the car yesterday.

"Hey."

"Hey!", he smiles slightly. I feel like he is a lot more open than yesterday. I still need to find out why.

Just in that moment a message of an unknown number pops up on my screen.

Unknown Number
He is just hyped because of the coffee. In less than an hour he will be grumpy and distant again. Don't get too used to it.

I chuckled dryly. That's probably Chan than. Or Jeongin. He seemed exactly as blunt and cold as the messages, even tho he is a lovely guy. Not gonna deny that.

We did. It drive long, but Minho managed to fall asleep on my shoulder anyways.

I scrolled through my phone a bit, playing with some produced beats and writing down a few lyrics ideas. As we stopped one station before the one we need to get off, I softly nudged Minho to wake him up. He wasn't mad when he opened his eyes, however the coffee was out and his normal mood was back. He wasn't easy to wake up, but I feel like he isn't someone who hates mornings.

When we came to my apartment and changed shoes, I run to the fridge right away, to get us some cold water.

Then I let myself fall down on the couch.

"Make youself at home."

He takes the water I put on the table for him and plopped down next to me. Them he reaches out to the controller and put on some cheesy movie on Netflix. He skipped halfway, so he probably started it at home already.

I never watched it actively. Most of the time I just stared at the beautiful guys next to me. How he runs his hand through his hair from time to time to get them out of his eye sight. How he grins when something dramatic happens. How he claps so little when he was happy. All these small gestures make my heart swell, even though I only know him since a day.

The movie ended, so Minho turned to me, looking directly into my brown eyes.