S I X T Y - S I X
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No one really told Minho's friends a proper goodbye when we left to the airport, on our way back to the United States. It was more silent than the first time we flew together. It wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, but definitely not pleasant either.

Minho made sure he was close to me the whole time. Everyone could've felt his anger from multiple feet away. His look shot daggers to literally anyone who even glanced at us for a second, he held me by his side, and didn't speak.

But he promised me he would try to forget about Aiden, since we by now all noticed if someone mentioned him Minho had the urge to break something.

The flight back I just listened to my music and allowed Minho to sleep with his head on my shoulder. I wasn't able to fall asleep myself, though. Because I realized I was still kinda homeless.

Or just purely homeless.

We landed in our home country after a long time. My body was aching from sitting so long and I was happy to be away from the stress of facing Aiden.

I had loved the road trip, though. Never regretted going and having the best time of my life, meeting the best friends, and getting the most amazing, hot, caring, respectful, and three million other synonyms to perfect, boyfriend.

Newt and Sonya their parents were waiting for us at the airport. Along with Winston's dad, Frypan's mom, both Teresa her parents, Harriet's dad, Aris's dad, and also Thomas's parents.

I had to hide my anger of Minho's parents not showing up, but then I reminded myself they were on a business trip.

But would they even have showed up if that trip wasn't there?

I was happy to see that Minho got all the love he deserved from the parents. Thomas's mom gave him a firm hug and a wet kiss on the forehead (he didn't seem to enjoy that, but his smile did have a glimpse of being real). Newt's dad shook his hand and Fry's mom handed him, and everyone else, packages of cookies she made.

I politely introduced myself to each parent, explaining how I met their friends and how amazing the group was. All the parents were so nice, too. Just like their children.

Winston's dad was a bit grumpy and Newt's dad didn't have the biggest smile, but they seemed happy to be in presence anyway. Fry's mom was probably the cutest woman I had ever met.

Then it was time to leave the airport and say goodbye to my friends for the night. Everyone went with their parents. Minho promised to bring me to my non-existing home with his car, which he had parked close to the airport before our trip.

"One day, we're gonna be able to sneak out again." Thomas whispered during our hug. "And please come over in two days. I wanna come out to my parents and tell them about Newt, but I desperately need support from my amazing bestie."

"I will." I promised. "And we might sneak out again." We let go and laughed. "Bye, Thomas."

"Bye, Spider-Man!" And he hopped after his parents.

"Ready?" Minho stood behind me with a crooked smile, then took my hand and lead me out of the airport.

How surprising that his actual car was a Porsche.

"Wow." I gasped dramatically. "This must be such a unique car. I've never seen one before. Are you rich, Minho? I've never sat in a Porsche before!"

His laugh was so loud he threw his head back while opening the door for me. Soon we were driving through the dark night, and I got anxious again.

I looked down at my fingers, which I was fidgeting with. Bit my lip and pressed them together. Then, "Minho?"

"Hm, Princess?"

"I... well, there might be a slight problem." I started carefully.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." I rubbed my forehead. "So... you know I'm kinda poor, right?"

"Yep. You're pretty poor."

"Thanks for the new information." A small relief hit me at him being cool with whatever I was going to say. "Anyways. I did something so I was able to pay for the trip."

"You robbed a bank? Didn't expect that from you, Princess."

A small smile appeared on my face. "Yeah, no. I..."

"You...?"

"Ikindasoldmyhousesonowimhomeless." I said.

"What?"

"What?"

"Can you repeat that?"

"What?"

He rolled his eyes. "I mean the thing you said before that."

"Oh, well." I exhaled. "I... kinda sold my house. So I'm pretty homeless right now. Very... lovely. Yeah." I coughed. "Yeah."

"Homeless?"

"I was hoping I only had to explain once."

"Right. You're serious." He murmured. "Of course she's serious, you idiot. Why else would she— sorry. Okay. So, you're homeless?"

"Yep. Sadly."

"Alright..." A long pause. "I was planning on living in a house with you for a long time already. Might as well start early."

With widened eyes, my head snapped toward him.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding... maybe not, though." He chuckled. "But you can stay with me. I won't mind. My parents aren't home and if they have any problems with it I'll kick them out myself. Then we'll fix this homeless problem later. Maybe we should buy us a house."

I giggled at his way of handling this news, and how he didn't react angry or something. "Okay. If you're okay with it. Thank you."

"Anything for my woman."

A million butterflies exploded everywhere. My face grew bright red.

Minho smiled. "Okay. Imma pull over and run into the store real quick, okay? Try not to get kidnapped."

One minute later, he left, then came running back awkwardly and motioned for me to open the window.

"Sorry." He sniffed. "Just asking what the hell is the difference between the million packages of pads I just saw. Which ones do you need? There aren't any flavors, right? Otherwise lemon would be-."

"No, there's no flavors." I laughed, though I was genuinely flattered by his actions. I explained what I needed and Minho ran back into the store.

Ten minutes later, he came back with full hands. "I got pads and tampons. Could've used my mom's, but this feels better I guess." He sat back down. Your period starts soon, am I right?"

"Yeah. This week, probably. Thank you so much for buying this." I blushed.

"Ah-ah, not done yet." He held up some packages. "P, is for popcorn." He handed me a bag. "Egg rolls is E, roses are R." The red flowers got pushed into my hands. "I is for ice cream, O is Oreos, D is diet coke." All the things he called out got revealed. "Spelling, period. Beautiful word, ain't it?"

I quietly gasped at this gesture, then attacked him with a hug, the roses nearly falling out of my hands. This nearly made me cry.

"Thank you." I whispered and gave him a deep kiss. "Thank you, thank you!"

He smiled. "Anything for my woman, yeah? I keep my promises."

The whole way to his house I smiled brightly.

We arrived at the destination. Minho let me out of the car.

And holy shit, he was rich-rich. Well, his parents were, but he was too.

The house was black. It had a giant glass balcony on the side, windows showing half of the inside, but that didn't matter because it was built on a less crowded place; the woods.

His car stood on the giant driveway. There were plants, flowers... a nice front for sure.

"Wow." I spun and spun around. I had never seen a house like this before. "That's... a lot."

"Come on in." Minho chuckled at my reaction before he opened the door.

Inside it was even bigger than I thought. Minho gave me a whole tour.

There was a enormous kitchen. The walls were white and most furniture black, but in a comfortable way. Somehow, it wasn't too formal. The living room was amazing. The stairs were open, in the middle of the room, circling upstairs where more rooms than people living in the house were located.

One for Nari, one for Minho, his parent's room, a guest room, work room... and some more. Downstairs was a sauna, fitness room, and an extra bathroom. Holy shit.

"There's a guest room if you'd like that better." Minho said. "Because I would so mind you sleeping in my room. Ew!"

I stuck out my tongue. "Okay, sir. Guess I'll stay in the guest room.

"Sir, hm? Didn't know you were kinky." He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Nah. I want you to stay in my room. Otherwise I'll just kidnap you in there."

"Okay, okay." I laughed and he opened the door to his room.

Wow.

It was big as hell. That would've been kinda obvious, but I still couldn't help but to stare for a long time. The walls of Minho's room were painted in a dark blue color. His bed was a kingsized one, covered in white sheets that had blue lines on the edge, matching with his walls.

Two windows. A desk with a computer. Two white doors. A nightstand and a comfortable-looking chair.

"In here's... well, my bathroom." A slight blush spread on Minho's face when he showed me the bathroom he owned. "And my closet." He showed the walk-in thing. "Ah, this feels awkward."

"No, it's okay." I smiled reassuringly. "I don't think there's much wrong with having your own bathroom, is there?"

"True." He clicked his tongue and sat down on the made bed. "I'm gonna make you a little box and put it above the toilet, alright? Let me know if you run out of something."

"Okay. Thank you."
I was screaming from happiness on the inside.

"In for a shower?" He lifted an eyebrow. "I'd like to get those disgusting and virus-full cells off my fists."

I smiled at that. "Yeah, of course."

There we went. Minho's shower head was a big square one, where the water fell out like rain during a storm.

"Can I put the water a little hotter?"

"Even hotter?!" He frowned. "But okay, sure."

I put it on the perfect temperature and-

"Aah!" Minho yelped and jumped away from the water. "How are you not burning in this... this lava water?! It's freaking hot!"

"It's perfect." I said. "But I'll put it down if you'd like." And so I did.

Why did men shower so cold, though??

"Ah, this is better." His arms wrapped around me and he pressed the side of my head to his chest. "This was the best holiday ever. And I love you so, so much."

I smiled. "I love you too. A lot."

"I was hoping you did." He touched my hair a bit. "So, how about I introduce you to that little sister of mine tomorrow?"

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A/n: The book is really not coming to its end yet, trust me! Have a good day/night!! x Vera