F O R T Y - F O U R
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I dressed myself into wide, black pants and a green sweater. Warm. Fixed my hair and brushed my teeth for... reasons.

Minho was already waiting outside when I arrived. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his gray sweatpants, on top of it a black hoodie. Hair styled, and a light smile on his face.

I smiled, too. "Hey."

"Hey." His eyes moved all over my body for a few seconds. "Wanna walk with me?"

"Sure."
So there we went, though the streets. They weren't empty. Plenty of people walked under the glowing lampposts. "Where are we going?"

"What you saw at the Eiffel Tower today... was nothing." He said. "You're supposed to see it at night."

Not knowing what to expect, I followed him. Put my now colder, but sweaty hands in my pockets. I was so nervous for no reason... well, maybe I would confess... but imagine if Minho wanted to talk about something more serious or whatever?

"Did I wake you up?" He wondered, not making eye contact. "I'm sorry if I did."

I shook my head. "No, you didn't."

He nodded and kept walking, close enough for me to see the Eiffel Tower now... and wow. It was shining a warm, yellow light. Stars stood in the sky above it. This was way better than during the day. Minho was right. It was glowing.

My mouth fell half open. "Wow." I muttered.

A laugh left his mouth. "Come on." He took my arm, pulling me to wherever he wanted to go. "We have to hurry."

"Why?" I laughed.

"You'll see."

We stopped on a bridge, where the tower was the best visible. Water ran under us, causing a relaxing, but quiet sound. Minho leaned his arms on the handrail of the bridge, his eyes focused on the tower just like mine.

There was a silence, but not an awkward one. I stepped next to him, nervousness making my heart thumb in my chest harder. I lay my hands on the railing too. Breathed in and out to relax.

He looked at his watch for a second, then up at the tower. "So... how are you?"

"I'm good." I said, swallowing. "And you?"

"For once not worried." He scoffed lightly. "Just... nervous."

"Why?" I asked quietly.

He was silent for a long time, just standing there, towering over me slightly. I waited for him to answer, and he did. "Because I've got to tell you something." He announced.

Something was already blocking my throat for sounds coming out. Minho turned to me, having to look down at me bit.

"I have to tell you something too." I then blurted out, my voice low.

His face filled with surprise at first. "All right... at the same time?"

I nodded. Hoped that would make it easier. "Okay."

He chuckled nervously. "Three, two... one."

"I'm in love with you."
"I like you. A lot."

My mouth dropped open. He froze. "Like me... as in...?"

I nodded, breathless, but ready. "Like you as in love with you." I admitted, hope marking my face. "I'm in love with you, Minho."

A smile curved the corners of his lips up. "I'm in love with you, Quinn."

I was screaming and kicking my feet on the inside when he cupped the side of my face with his hand, eyes trailing everywhere until they stopped at my lips.

My breathing got sucked away. I stared back at his plump, nice lips. And we both leaned in fast, not hesitating now we knew the truths.

His lips hit mine.

Immediately I was floating at the experience, my face burning from heat. I lay my hand on his chest and moved my lips along with his. He was smiling through it. I could feel it, even with my eyes closed at the sensation.

He pulled me closer by the waist. Butterflies exploded in my stomach. They flew to my lips that were touching Minho. My hands that were touching Minho. I moved so close there was no more space between us.

He was kissing me at a good pace. Not too hard, but not like a softie either. As he did, my stomach did jumps and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I was exploding on the inside, heat of the kiss and his body flowing everywhere through my blood. Sensation rushing through my veins as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

Then slowly, our lips left each other, but our foreheads kept in touch. His heavy breaths fell on my skin, causing me to close my eyes a few more seconds. He smiled at me, I smiled back.

"I... I want to be able to call you 'my girl', Quinn." He started, thoughtful for a second, but then the words flooded out of his mouth. "I want to be with you. Forever. I wanna keep you safe. Take care of you and love you more than anyone else ever has. I want you. Not just for your body or sex... I want you, so I can take care of you. So I can be happier than I already am when I'm around you, because then I know you're my girl— no, woman, and I'm your man. You're Rapunzel, I'm Flynn. I don't want to keep pretending and lying and stopping myself from looking at you... texting you, talking to you. I want to be able to do that all, and kiss you. Kiss you until all your worries will be gone and there's just us left." A long pause. His eyes searched for mine. He looked a little nervous and a little... hopeful.

I wanted to cry about all the things he just told me. Bury myself in his arms, but I had to talk. Admit.
"I love you, Minho." I whispered. "You and no one else. I love no one in such a way I love you. And I want you too. I want you... to be my boyfriend, and I want me to be your girlfriend."

He was breathing harder now. His hands held me tighter. "I love you too." He muttered and connected our lips again.

I kissed back, now more confident than before. His words repeated and repeated in my head. He loves me, he loves me... then something from my side caught my attention.

The Eiffel Tower wasn't just glowing a yellow color now. No, it was sparking. Silver glitters jumped all over the thing. They mixed with each other, hit the top, bottom, everywhere.

I gasped. Stared at the beautiful thing in front of me before I turned back to Minho. He was grinning now, seeming to have planned this.

"From twilight to eleven-forty it shines like this. Five minutes every hour. And at one, the lights go off and it only shows the silver lights." He explained, almost whispering the words.

I was smiling brighter than never before. "It's beautiful."

He nodded. "It is." And he leaned in to my ear. "Reminds me of you."

A red color spread all over my face. I thanked him with my eyes, and kissed him one more time.

And we spent the rest of the night talking. About our feelings, things we wished to do later, and how we felt about each other. And as he said, exactly at one a.m, the lights went off and the things sparkled.

I watched with such a happy feeling in my heart I wanted to jump around. Minho had laughed the whole time, his eyes disappearing and dimples coming in vision.

After the light show, we headed back, hand-in-hand. He told me things that made me laugh hard. He laughed at that exact thing.

But sadly, it was over, at some point. When we went up the elevator of the hotel and to our rooms. We stopped in front of the doors in silence for a few seconds.

"I don't want to leave you right now." I whispered.

"You can stay." He told me quietly. There was a squeeze in my hands. "You can always stay."

"But Newt and Thomas—."

"I don't give a shit about them." Minho cut me off, stern. "I don't care if they see us in my bed tomorrow morning. I don't care what they think. What they will say." He continued. "I won't ever, ever be ashamed of you or anything that has to do with my girl around them. I won't."

A smile was moving my lips again. "Okay. Then I'll gladly join you."

He pulled me into the room gently. We didn't share more words, wanting to avoid waking the other two up. Just like me, Minho had a bed for one person, but neither of us cared.

He gestured at my clothes, then at a sweater that belonged to him. I nodded. He handed me the thing and politely opened the bathroom door so I could change.

When I got back, he wore a new pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, looking amazing, even at this time. He climbed in the bed, scooting to the side as much as he could. I joined next to him, half of my body lying on top his.

He kissed my forehead, whispering, "I love you," again.

I hummed, eyes closing at this feeling, especially when he drew circles in my hair. "I love you too."

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A/n: This is definitely my favorite confession ever, from the ones I have written... and they're the only ones that said I love you right away :) 💗
x Vera