C-18
Minho's POV
I glare at the two nuisances in front of me. "Why the hell are you here?"
"To help you, of course!" Chan replies with a taunting grin.
"I just got dragged here," Changbin says with a yawn.
"Help?" I scoff. "What kind of help do we need from you?"
"Aren't you making a project about love? That's what I'm here for." Chan points to himself. "I'm the expert."
"We don't need advice from a guy who's been single all his life."
"Damn, that's harsh!" Changbin wheezes.
Chan smirks. "Too bad, she's already here."
I mutter curses under my breath when I see Y/n running towards us. She stops in front of me and tries to catch her breath before speaking.
"I'm sorry I'm late! I had to take care of Innie first," she says.
"Hello, baby girl!" Chan greets her and I can't stop myself from rolling my eyes.
"Hi, Chan and Changbin!" Y/n greets them with a shy smile, and then she nods at me. "Minho."
I frown. What is this? She greeted them first and then there's not even a 'hi' for me?
Y/n sits beside me and takes out a pastel blue notebook with small cat prints from her floral tote bag. I bite my lower lip before I can react. Even her things are soft like her.
"What are you two doing here?" she asks.
"We heard your neighbour won't be present so we're here to help." Chan smiles suspiciously.
"Neighbour? Oh, you mean Jisung!" She pouts. "Yes, he's a bit sick."
I scoff. What is she pouting for when I'm here? We can clearly do the project even without that guy.
"So the neighbour has a name all this time." Chan shakes his head with a grin. "Anyway, we're here to help."
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother."
"I don't have a choice, do I?" Changbin yawns.
"Oh..." Y/n looks down.
I glare at Changbin. His eyes widen and he shakes his head furiously.
"Hey, no-- I didn't mean it like that!" He waves his hand in defence. "You see, I just woke up so I'm still out of it. I'm not like Chan-hyung who can still function even without sleeping for three days!"
I sigh when she finally smiles. "It's alright, I understand."
"Why don't we go now?" Chan suggests.
"Okay! Are we commuting?" Y/n asks.
"Nope!" Chan chuckles. "We'll use Changbin's car."
"He has a car?" Y/n's eyes widen. "But he's just in high school, right? Won't he get in trouble?"
"More money, more trouble."
She looks at me sceptically. I shake my head and take her hand, giving it an assuring squeeze.
We all walk towards the parking lot and stop in front of a black sports car.
"Of course it's black," she murmurs and I can't help chuckling at her reaction.
The car was supposed to be a four-seater but there's a pile of musical equipment beside me as Chan takes the shotgun whilst Changbin is in the driver's seat.
"Can we move these a bit--"
"No!" Chan gasps loudly when she's about to push the equipment to the floor. "I'm sorry, babygirl, but those are really important. We can't afford to break them. Right, Changbin?"
"We can't? Oh yeah!" Changbin shudders animatedly. "My parents will be mad."
"Where am I going to sit then?" Y/n looks at me.
"You can sit on my lap."
"What the fvck?!" I almost shout at Chan. I knew he was planning something!
"Where else will she sit then?" He looks at me with faux innocence and I have to stop myself from wiping that off his face.
"Where else will she sit?" I glare at him as I put on my seatbelt and pull Y/n on my lap, securing my arms around her waist. "Nowhere near you."
"Minho..."
I'm pulled out of my murderous thoughts when I hear Y/n say my name. That's when I realised what I did. The blond nuisance has his smirk on, looking like he's won a big prize.
It's a trap and I fell for it.
Shit!