F I F T Y - F O U R
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When I woke up, Minho was still snuggled on top of me. And lord, he was too cute when he slept.

Quite chubby cheeks. Deep breaths came out of his nose as now and then he readjusted his head on my chest. Minho's arms were wrapped around my waist tightly, and I would've bet that I couldn't even escape them if I tried. His hair was messy, not styled for once. Sometimes a small sound that yet sounded different than snoring escaped his half open mouth.

Overall, very cute.

"Love," I whispered, not wanting to get up but knowing we had to if we wanted to arrive in Spain on time. "Gotta wake up."

He groaned, but didn't seem to wake up.

"Minhooo." I slid a hand in his soft hair. "Or how about I drive? You can sleep."

With a grunt, he shook his head in a small motion.

I smiled at him, now trailing my nails over the back of his neck, under his shirt, and back to his hair. "Come on, love. In Spain I'll cuddle you until you can't take it anymore, okay?"

"Five more minutes." He murmured.

I exhaled quietly. "Did you overwork again?"

"No." He said, tone low and quiet. "I spent all my time with you in France."

I blushed, my stomach doing a flip at the thought he put his work away for me.
"Then why are you so tired?"

"You're so warm." He muttered, half dreaming as he said this, as if he was drunk. "And comfortable. What body wash do you use?"

I laughed under my breath before placing a kiss on his head. "Five more minutes, then."

With a satisfied smile, he pressed his head even closer to my body.

Five minutes later, "We really have to go now, Minho. I'll drive."

"It's only been a minute." He said. "Four more."

"It's been five." I chuckled. "Let's go." Hiding how much I hated it, I slowly got up and climbed all the way to the drivers' seat. "Can I drive?"

Minho rubbed his eyelids. "Do I need a helmet?"

"No." I laughed. "Just a seatbelt."

He adjusted the chair straight up before he put on a seatbelt and handed me the keys of the car. It had been a while since I drove, but I could do it.

Except a Porsche was a little different than an old car my mother first owned... though after a while, I got used to it.

After a few minutes of driving and Minho yawning, stretching his arms, and attempting to fixing his hair, my phone made a sound.

"Can you check it?" I asked him just like he asked me last time. A part of me suddenly worried it would've been a text from Aiden, but it was too late; Minho already picked the thing up.

"What kind of phone is this?" He inspected the thing for a while.

"Oh, I don't even know." I shrugged. "Password is your birthday too."

He smiled as he unlocked the thing, then fell completely silent.

Not Aiden, please not Aiden, I begged in my mind. "What does it say?"

"It's Thomas." Was all he replied. "Can I send something back?"

I nodded. The next five minutes, Minho was typing and typing on my phone.

I had gotten curious about what it was, but didn't ask and continued driving. Later, Minho put the phone down, a sigh leaving his mouth.

"What did he say? And you?"

"You'll see." He cleared his throat. "Hey, should I drive now?"

"What, you don't trust me?" I joked, though later I did enjoy to relax while driving instead of focus on the road the whole time.

Then I checked my messages.

Thomas The Train <3

Quinn
Spider-Man
Wake up
Can we sneak out again
In Spain
Someday
Pls

Politely, fuck off, Thomas. Might be fun to sneak out and to get drunk, but I'm not gonna watch my girlfriend and best friend get arrested for the third time. You can go ahead and ask Newt to go out, but not my girl without telling me about it. I'm 100% okay with you hanging out with her, but one more sign of you wanting to do the bad stuff with her, and I'll personally come and make sure you won't ever do it again. Go ahead, go out with her, just the two of you, I'll leave ya alone after you told me where you would go, for how long, and promised me to keep Quinn safe, away from creeps, and not to make her throw up again, you idiot. You can ask me for money if you need it so badly and I'll just give it to you, but don't steal it to buy drinks and then proceed to do dumb shit, let alone get arrested. I know this might sound weird, but I care a lot about you both and would rather not have to pay off any problems you cause.
- A lot of love, Quinn's boy.

"Jesus Christ, Minho!" I stated at the text with wide eyes. "That's... a lot."

"That's exactly what he deserved." He corrected, his eyes sharpening at the road in front of him. "I was nice!"

"I'll personally come over and make sure you won't ever do it again...?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, yeah."

"Except for that." He pointed out. "But I offered him money!"

I smiled, my eyes closing as I shook my head. "I don't think I would've said yes to his request. Wouldn't want to ruin your trust in me."

He took my hand. "Mhm. I'm sure you would've said that."

"Looks like the trust is already ruined." I dramatically sighed, then laughed.

"Back to your phone..." He squeezed my hand. "It's very old. And slow. And small."

I bit my lip. "I don't mind."

"Do you have Instagram?"

I shook my head.

"Not good!" Minho gasped unnecessarily deep. "Unhealthy."

I frowned. "That's not unhealthy. Have you ever seen Newt on his phone? He doesn't even know how to use SnapChat, trust me."

"Yeah, but Newt's a boy and you're... a girl." He stated, a bit awkward.

"Hm." I stared out of the window with crossed arms, not wanting to ruin the mood by telling Minho the reason I didn't have Instagram was because I was too scared Aiden would find me easier.

"I don't think a card, flowers, and some clothes are enough birthday presents."

"I'm refusing the offer already."

"Not trying to flex, but I've got plenty of money to-."

"No."

"But you'll get more data, storage, apps, and-."

"Nope."

"Better quality?"

"No."

"New phone case!"

"Still refusing."

"It will work faster."

"I don't want you to buy me a phone."

"A new number?"

That shouldn't have interested me as much as it did.

A new number, no more calls from Aiden.

"Bigger screen." He added. "More selfies and pictures of your hot boyfriend."

"I don't think you should b—."

"Okay, then it's set." He nodded. "I'm buying you a phone."

"No, you're not." I grumbled. This was just embarrassing... and it felt weird for Minho to gift me a phone.

Not that I didn't want it or something, though..

"Yes, I am. So am."