F O R T Y - F I V E
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I woke up with a poke in my cheek. The first thing I noticed, beside that poke, was the comfortable and happy feeling I had. The warmth of Minho's body beside me soon made me realize what happened the other night.

I was his girlfriend now. He was my boyfriend. We were dating. We kissed. Holy shit.

I groaned when there was another poke, not wanting to wake up or leave the comfortable position. One good thing, I would get plenty of chances to lay in Minho's arms like this again.

"Spider-Mannn..."
Okay, that was not Minho waking me up. Freaking Thomas.

"Leave me alone." I murmured. It was hard to stop myself from punching Thomas in the face.

There was a movement behind me. Minho groaned, shot some curse words at Thomas, and moved my hair out of my face. The last gesture made me open my eyes, eventually.

I stared right at Thomas. His face was full of confusion, mixed with a grin. He lifted an eyebrow. "Why are you cuddling with Minho? I'm pretty sure that last night, you weren't in this bed, let alone room."

"Why do you think?" Minho spat out, the frustration hearable in his voice.

"Oh!" Thomas backed away immediately. "Ew, are you kidding me?"

"What? Jeez, you dirty minded Shank." Minho groaned. "We didn't... you know, all right?"

Newt sighed from behind Thomas. "You better not. Don't ever do that while I'm in the room!"

"Weren't planning to." I rubbed sleep out of my eyes, but didn't dare to get up yet.

"You still haven't answered my question!" Thomas reminded us. He was bouncing on his heels, impatient for our announcement. "How did you get here, Quinn?"

"Through the door."

He rolled his eyes. "I mean in the bed. With Minho."

"Long distance relationships suck, man." Minho said. "So that's why."

"Ah, o- Wait what? Relationship? Did I miss something?!"

"Pretty much." I shrugged. "Tell him?"

Minho nodded.

"Well, last night, we went to the Eiffel Tower and-"

"Why is Minho allowed to sneak out with you and I'm not?"

"Not the point, Thomas." I exhaled for a long time, waiting to see if Thomas would interrupt again, but the boy seemed to keep quiet. "So, we went to the Eiffel Tower and it was glowing and everything. Things happened and well... we kissed, and now we're in a relationship."

Thomas stared. His eyes trailed from Minho to me over and over again. He squinted one eye, a frown on his face. We stared back, faces of steel to show we weren't lying.

"A relationship?" He muttered. "You two? Finally?"

"Yes." Minho confirmed.

Then the boy jumped onto the couch and screamed in the pillow. Newt shook his head in embarrassment, his arms crossed, but then he clapped in his hands too.

"FRYPAN!"
Thomas disappeared out of the room.

Newt laughed under his breath. "Congrats."

We thanked him before he followed Thomas out and left us alone. Minho smiled at me, the happiness clearly visible in his eyes. I smiled back.

"Slept well?"

"Mhm. Did you?"

"Amazing." A kiss on the tip of my nose. "You know, you really are stuck with me now. I'm gonna take every chance I can to touch you and talk to you."

I giggled lightly. "Too bad I like that."

"You better." He slowly got up from the bed, stretching his back muscles and neck. "So what are the plans for today?"

"I don't know. I think shopping in the city. Are you coming with us?"

"Hm." He stood still for a long time, back turned to me. "I don't know. I've got to pick some post up, so I can give it to my father when we get back."

I now got up too, a slight concern hitting me. "How long is the drive?"

"Quite long. Like an hour and a half." He explained. "But at least my father made sure a car was waiting for me. One of his colleagues did that."

"So it's just picking something up?" I leaned against the wall as Minho picked out an outfit.

"Yep."

"How about I go with you?"

Surprised, he looked up. "I mean... if you'd like that. But I don't want to ruin your day by sitting in the car the whole time."

"I'll be fine." I assured him, rather happy I could spend my day with him. "Would you mind if I came with you?"

"No, of course not." He laughed. "You can come with me, yes."

"Okay. Perfect."

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We had avoided seeing everyone else, since they would probably be screaming and cheering and all that embarrassing stuff. Minho managed to get me some food for in the car.

It was a sport car again. He opened the door for me. "Here you go, Princess."

I blushed deeply. "Well, thank you... love."

The nickname felt weird to say for the first time, but he smiled so brightly I knew I would have to use it again, along with 'Min'.

We started driving. "Taylor?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yes, please."

A playlist of her songs got put on the background. Soft and quiet, so we could still talk, and also hear the text he got on his phone.

I didn't move, but stared at his phone. It lay in the bucket in between us, pinging.

"You can check it." He motioned at the thing.

My head snapped up in confusion. "What?"

"You can check the text."

I frowned, letting the thought sink in. "On your phone?"

"Mhm. Here." He handed me the thing. "Password is..." He paused. "Your birthday."

My whole face grew red at that. Tingles spread around my body, and yet I was still unsure. "Can I really unlock it?"

"Yes, Quinn. You can." He chuckled.

But— no. I slowly lowered the thing. I couldn't check it. I wanted to be good. If he allowed me to open his phone it still didn't mean I would get away with it easily. "No. You can check it when we stop driving."

He slowed the car down. "Please check it. It's okay." So he pushed the thing back. His whole armed moved by the act, causing me to flinch.

He pulled back fast. Didn't say anything about it and stared straight forward.

"It's your dad." I eventually said. "He asks if you're gonna pick the post up."

"Alright. Tell him I'm on my way."

I did as he told me in silence, then quickly put the phone back. "So... I can go on your phone?"

"Yes." Minho touched my hand, giving it a light squeeze. "No need to ask. I mean, I don't think you'll have much reasons to go through my phone, but you always may."

"Hm." I leaned back in my seat. This was confusing. "Okay."

His mouth opened and closed, eyes narrowing at the road as his grip on the wheel tightened. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah...?"

"Did you... have relationships in your past?" He asked carefully.

"Yeah. One." I confirmed. There was a silence that made me panic. "But I don't contact him anymore. It's over. I don't hang out with him either. I swear... but what about Thomas? Can I still hang out with Thomas?"

"Yes, you can. Of course you can." His eyebrows furrowed. "You can hangout with whoever you want."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Wow..." I looked out of the window, at the other cars on the road. "That's nice."

Another silence, then, "Quinn?"

"Hm?"

"What did your ex do?"

More confusing questions.
"What do you mean?"

He rubbed his forehead. "Well... I don't know. Just... did he control you or something?"

I thought for a while, then shook my head, genuinely thinking I was telling him the right answer. "No. He didn't."

"Alright..." He sounded suspicious. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

"Okay." He bit his lip. "Great."

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A/n: I'm loving their relationship so far, even though Quinn has to get used to this, etc!!
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