༄ AFTER Newt left, Minho forced Sam to eat and drink, then asked if she wanted to shower, and after she refused his offer, sat her down on his bed.

"How'd you get here?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed from concern.

"I ran."

He tensed up. Bit his lip. "You... ran? As it was still dark? Early in the morning?"

"I often run in mornings, Minho. Don't worry."

He ran a hand down his face. "Right. Sorry. I'm just... upset."

While sitting across from him, she took his hand. "Don't worry."

"Nothing happened while you ran here? And I hope your mom wasn't too... you know."

She hesitated. Something did happen while she ran here, but it hadn't even lasted for twenty seconds. It was too lame to worry Minho even more. She didn't even get harmed or anything close to that.

"Nothing happened," she assured. "My mom was... not happy, though."

He squinted his eyes at her. "Please don't lie," softly. "I can see when you lie, Sammy."

She swallowed. "Okay, fine— but don't worry too much. It was just this guy. He was drunk and pulled me into an alley. Said some things. I kicked him in the crotch, then ran further. He didn't do anything else."

His jaw clenched. "Did you recognize him?"

"No, sorry." She shook her head.

"What did he look like?"

"I couldn't see much." Sam shrugged, not even understanding the point in telling him all of this. "His hair was longer. Tied up in a bun. He smelled like alcohol but nothing else. When I kicked him I could feel he wore a shirt and tight jeans. That's it."

Minho was thoughtful for a few seconds. "Alright. I'm glad you're okay," he said, his Adam's Apple moving. "Still not hurt from the accident?"

"Just a bit of a headache. My shoulder feels tight, but that's it." She did her best to smile. "And you?"

His arm wrapped around her and pulled her into his side. "Just some bruises. Nothing too bad."

"You protected me," she said. "Right?"

"I keep my promises."

And though I'm completely certain I will catch you if we ever happen to fall, I still don't want anything that doesn't have to happen to you, to happen.

Her smile turned realer. Carefully, the girl hugged him. "Thank you for that."

"Anything," he murmured. "And I know it wasn't really my fault, but... I'm still sorry it happened. That car behind us was driving me crazy and the second I lose grip on that wheel, it goes its own way. This time, downhill."

Her head rested on his shoulder. "Did your motor survive?"

"I can get it repaired. Some scratches and crap, but I'll effort it."

"I'll help you pay," she promised. "Also—"

"You don't have to help me pay for it, Sammy."

"But I will."

"Please don't."

"Minho, I was on that motor too. I want to pay for it, too."

"We're not the dad and boyfriend who are fighting over who's gonna pay for the dinner. Let me pay for it, sweetheart."

"But—"

"Shush."

"Minho—"

"Politely shut up."

"I want to—"

"You're not paying for it."

Sam gave up with a sigh. "Fine, then." A pause. "What happened after I blacked out? Jeff said you called Dad first, but yesterday and today, he's staying somewhere for work. Then you called Jeff, right?"

"Right," he confirmed. "When you blacked out, I panicked. Badly. The car—" Minho stopped. Looked down. "—continued driving. No one else saw us because not a lot of people were on that part of the road. So yes, then I called, and it took a while for Jeff and your mom to arrive, because she wasn't home and Jeff doesn't have a license. In the meanwhile, I made sure you lay somewhere safe as I picked my motor up.

"My motor got picked up by the repair station right before Jeff and your mom finally got there. We drove to your house, lay you down. Jeff checked for injuries and said you'd be fine, just hit your head, even with the helmet, and then it got kind of... heated. So eventually, I got sent home. Which might've been my own fault too, because I did urge we had to bring you to the hospital instead of randomly trusting Jeff's conclusion, but your mom refused."

He finished with a deep inhale. Sam let the information get through her head, then nodded, slowly.

"Why would the car continue driving after we fell?" She wondered quietly. "And the horning... they could've driven past us. It's almost like—"

"—they did it on purpose, yeah." Minho looked down, again.

"What color was the car? Did you see the license plate? We could go to the police."

He remained silent.

"Minho?" Sam removed her head off his shoulder and watched his face twitch. "Do you know who was in that car?"

He turned his head to her, but his eyes were averted. "I don't."

"Did you see the car?"

His jaw tightened again. "I didn't."

He could see when she was lying, she could see when he was lying.

"Minho—"

"I didn't see the car, Sam. It disappeared straight after we fell."

She looked down, now unsure. She didn't want to start a whole fight because of this, but neither could she let go of the whole situation without knowing more. "Okay."

"Come on." He pulled her into his arms, where she fit in like a tiny mouse. Minho rocked back and forth a few times, running his hand over her scalp. "I don't want to snap at you, Sammy. I'm sorry I did."

"It's okay." She closed her eyes. Made sure they lay down on his bed with the sheets covering them. "Are you alright? Feeling okay?"

"Yes," he whispered, clicking the lights off.

"It's good you called Newt," she added. "To distract yourself?"

"Yeah," he murmured again. "Hey, random, but do you think I could speak to your dad again soon?"

She pressed a kiss on his lips. "Of course. I'll talk to him."

Minho groaned.

Sam chuckled. "What?"

"You can't just suddenly kiss me."

"Why not?" Her eyebrows raised.

"Because I'll be reminded how good that feels and then I'll want to kiss more but that's very wrong to do right after an accident."

She hummed and kissed him again, exploding on the inside. "We can't be worse than Thomas and Newt."

Minho cupped her cheeks. "True." He kissed somewhat every feature on her face as Sam moved on top of him. "You're very beautiful, Sammy."

"You're very handsome, Minho." She smiled even brighter. Their lips connected again. Softly, they moved against each other as Minho's hands lingered around her body.

Sam couldn't stop smiling. He smelled good, looked good, had an awesome personality... what else was she supposed to wish for when it came to this?

"Minho?" She moved just an inch away from him.

His breaths blew again her face. "Yeah?"

"I love you," she whispered.

He kissed her again. Slow and tender. "I love you too, Sammy. A lot."

Her heart warmed up, and she laughed while Minho's fingertips brushed against her skin, twisting them around again. His lips moved from her jawline to neck, kissing carefully.

A moan left Sam's mouth, which motivated him to keep going. Her cheeks hit up. Her stomach did flips and her chest moved faster at his touch. Slowly, Sam touched the bottom of his shirt. A few seconds later, it was off.

His body heat made her blush even harder. "Everything okay?"

Nodding, Sam sighed out a whimper. "With you?"

"Perfect," he assured. Needier, their lips blended together. Her head got buried in the soft pillow as Minho's hand ran up her throat, forcing her head up so he could kiss her neck again.

"Minho," she murmured. "Oh~"
Holy. Freaking. Shit.
Something about the way he moved, his lips, tongue, breaths tickling against her skin, made her feel intensely good.

Her back arched, body sliding up his. A groan escaped Minho's mouth at that, so Sam did it again.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he mumbled, gliding his hands under her back. Sam wrapped her legs around his waist. More friction caused both of them to whimper another time, and carefully, Minho sat them straight up.

Her legs tightened around him. The space between them vanished, and Minho had to bury his head in her neck for a few seconds before he was stable. His hands held her sweater. "Can I take it off you?"

Internally screaming and fainting, she nodded. Minho easily slid the material off her skin. And even through the darkness, he admired her.

"You're so gorgeous," he brought his lips close to her shoulder, sucking on her skin again. His finger moved one strap of her bra so he could reach all of her shoulder as Sam's nails pierced into his back.

After a few more minutes, his fingers grasped at her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. His other hand lay on hers, which had been touching his wristband. "Tell me you're okay with this."

"I'm okay with it," she said, almost straight away. "Please don't stop, Minho."

His gaze softened. "Do you want to continue?"

Sam nodded. "Yes." She bit her lip, murmuring, "But I've never really done this before. And it's kinda..."

"Scary," he finished, smiling lightly. "Just relax. And tell me if you get uncomfortable, alright? I'll stop immediately."

Sam had to stop tears from filling her eyes. A fuzzy feeling grew in her stomach. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Anything."