[Oneshot] Your Ideal Type
Title: Your Ideal Type
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Drabble
Pairing: het!2min (girl!Taemin/Taeyeon), ninja!het!OnKey (girl!Key/Gwiboon)
Disclaimer: Only own the story.
Summary: Minho shared his ideal type of girl through an interview. Taeyeon is determined to be in the category.
Warning: Un-beta-ed. I wrote this at 330AM in the morning so there are possibilities that it has a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes. I'm too sleepy to edit them at the moment, so yeah. T-T
A/N: This is dedicated to choiahra. Happy birthday bb :D I'm glad to have known you. Please enjoy your special day and I hope you like your gift. ^^
“Choi Minho-ssi, congratulations on winning the tournament for the 2nd time! As the ace of the team, do you have anything to say?”
“First of all I would like to thank all my teammates. Without them we could never compete against other better soccer teams out there. I’m very honored that we won but it’s not because of my capability, it’s really the team’s hard work.”
“Ah, you are always so humble. Do you have any girlfriend?”
“No, not at the moment.”
“Really? What’s your type then?”
“Hmm.” Minho thought for a moment, “I love girls who can cook omelets.”
Taeyeon repeated the interview clip for the fifth time already. She pouted at Minho’s smile when he expressed about his type. After all, cooking was her greatest enemy.
“Why the long face, Taeyeon-ah?” Gwiboon asked.
“Nothing, Unnie.” Taeyeon sighed dejectedly.
“Omo, are you watching clips of Minho again?” Gwiboon blurted as she saw Taeyeon’s laptop screen. “You’re still crushing over him?”
“What’s wrong about it?” Taeyeon pouted again, this time at Gwiboon.
“I mean like, you both are childhood friends. You practically grew up with him and bore feelings for him since like forever.” Gwiboon nagged. “Confess your undying love already!”
“Yah! Unnie~!” Taeyeon whined. “It’s only been 10 years since I liked him!”
“Whoa. What a short period of time.” Gwiboon rolled her eyes.
Taeyeon’s shoulders slumped in defeat. She felt pathetic - being childhood friends with a person who has equal fame as a celebrity (then again, soccer players are kind of like celebrities), she felt rather insecure about herself. She wasn’t like Gwiboon who possessed beautiful face completed with alluring curves at all the right place. Taeyeon often felt dissatisfied with her appearance.
Chubby cheeks. Childish face. Thin arms. Skinny waist. Flat chest. Ugh.
“Stop feeling so not-confident.” Gwiboon scolded. “He’s flying to Germany next month, right? I heard he received a scholarship in a university there.”
“Yeah.” Taeyeon’s heart throbbed. It was true… She either confessed to him before he flew there or she would probably keep her love unknown forever. God knows when Minho would come back to Korea again.
“Listen to me and heed my advice.” Gwiboon looked at Taeyeon seriously. “Tell him your feelings, or you’ll regret.”
Taeyeon clenched her fist, and after contemplating it, she looked up and met Gwiboon’s gaze.
“Unnie, can you teach me how to cook?”
“Tae.”
Minho jumped into Taeyeon’s bedroom through her open window with ease. He had been doing that for the past years anyway. He scanned through her bedroom and frowned, as he couldn’t spot his childhood friend around.
“Taeyeon-ah?” He called again and received no response. Scratching the back of his head, he settled on Taeyeon’s bed, sitting on the edge.
A moment later, Taeyeon entered her bedroom letting out a small yelp as she spotted Minho looking good with his t-shirt and sweats.
“W-What are you doing here?” Taeyeon stammered, trying to cover up the fact that she was blushing.
“I was bored at home so I decided to drop by. As usual.” Minho shrugged.
“Oppa, you really need to stop sneaking into my room like that.” Taeyeon said cutely, “I’m no longer 10. What if I were changing when you jumped in?”
“Well then that’s my gain and your loss, right?” Minho laughed. Taeyeon’s face reddened as she threw a pillow at Minho’s direction.
The gesture was a signal of the start of a pillow fight - and if Taeyeon were living with her parents she would probably get scolded and they both would get into trouble from the noise level they were emitting. Thankfully, Taeyeon lived in the apartment alone and her neighbor was out of town.
Minho shoved a pillow on Taeyeon’s face then, his force accidentally pushing Taeyeon off the edge of the bed. Taeyeon lost her balance and was about to fall when Minho leaned forward to catch her, and they both ended up on the floor with Minho on top of Taeyeon.
“Ouchie…” Taeyeon winced a bit as she knocked her head onto the floor. She whined as she rubbed the back of her head. She was about to get up when she opened her eyes and her gaze met Minho’s large orbs.
They stared at each other for some time, both getting lost in each other’s eyes. Minho was too close - Taeyeon was sure he could hear her frantic heartbeat.
“O-Oppa, can you get up, please?” Taeyeon managed to utter (after recovering for a mild heart attack).
Minho seemed dumbstruck before nodding and immediately scrambling to his feet. He scratched his head uncomfortably, unconsciously taking a step back to keep a distance from Taeyeon. He noted that Taeyeon smelled a bit like home-cooked food, probably showing that the girl had just attempted to cook something for her dinner (‘attempted’ because well, Taeyeon and cooking doesn’t go together).
It was awkward after that, and Minho decided that Taeyeon needed some sleep.
“Good night.” He said as he climbed out of the window.
Taeyeon merely stared at his disappearing figure, a pang of longing lingered in her heart.
Four days later, Taeyeon’s hands were covered in band-aids and red marks. She had been practicing to make omelets with Gwiboon. The younger of the two always wondered how Gwiboon could whip out a decent looking omelet in less than fifteen minutes when Taeyeon herself took more than ten minutes cutting the ingredients and whisking the egg.
After frying her nth omelet (she stopped counting after she burnt her tenth omelet on the first day), it finally turned out okay looking. Taeyeon beamed as she settled down the frying pan into the kitchen sink.
“Let’s try it, since it looks edible.” Gwiboon was smiling as well, happy as her efforts were finally paid off. She made a mental note never to agree to teach Taeyeon cook ever again. It was probably as difficult as feeding meat to a cow.
They both took a bite each and munch. Taeyeon’s face scrunched up, as it was too salty. She gave a sad look to Gwiboon, but the older girl simply grinned at her.
“It’s a little too salty but you’re getting better at this.” Gwiboon comforted. “I’m sure you’ll be perfect in no time at all!”
A week after Taeyeon started learning how to cook; she packed a lunchbox for Minho. It was omelet-fried rice, and she prayed to all the gods and goddesses in the universe that Minho would at least eat a bite of her cooking. She hoped that the taste was not that horrible (although she already tried it at home, and thinks that it tasted fine).
The break time came sooner than her liking, and Gwiboon gave her a fighting pose before she went off to find her boyfriend, Jinki. Taeyeon gulped as she took her lunchbox and left her classroom, heading towards Minho’s classroom.
She immediately recognized Minho among all the other students, but as she was about to call out to him, a beautiful girl trotted to his side and gave him a lunchbox. Minho stared at her before smiling shyly, and then he took the lunchbox from her, bowing as he said “thank you” sincerely. The girl squealed in delight before leaning forward and planting a kiss on his cheek.
Minho’s face immediately flushed from embarrassment while all his classmates made teasing noises and whistles. Taeyeon, who stood nailed at the entrance, suddenly felt like the world had stopped revolving.
She was still there when Minho unknotted the cloth the girl used to wrap the lunchbox. As he uncovered the lid, Taeyeon’s heart dropped at the sight of very neatly (and prettily) decorated omelet-fried rice inside the container.
It looked so much nicer and more delicious compared to the one she cooked for him. Taeyeon tightened her grip on her lunchbox and then changed her mind. She didn’t go back to her class, as she knew Gwiboon would be asking her about what happened.
So she headed to the place where she knew no one would disturb her at - the rooftop.
It was fifteen minutes before the break ends and Minho was loitering around the corridor. He had just finished the lunch Yuri prepared for him, and it (honestly) didn’t taste as nice as it looked. Minho pretended to listen to his classmate, Jonghyun’s rambling as his eyes scanned through Taeyeon’s class while they both strolled along the junior’s corridor.
He could see Taeyeon’s bestfriend, Gwiboon talking to another person, but he didn’t see Taeyeon around. Curious, he called out to Gwiboon to ask for Taeyeon’s whereabouts, but he didn’t even manage to say anything before Gwiboon shot him an accusing look.
“Why isn’t Taeyeon with you?”
Minho was obviously taken aback. “W-What?”
“Where is her lunchbox? Did she give it to you?” Gwiboon continued bombarding Minho with questions. “Yah, Choi, I don’t care even if you’re older than me. I’m going to kill you if you hurt Taeyeon… Why isn’t she with you and why are you not holding the lunchbox she prepared for you? Even if it looked weird, I mean I didn’t get to ‘vet’ her cooking this time; you should at least eat a bit of it! YAH!”
Minho was already dashing away from the nagging Gwiboon, leaving his friend Jonghyun behind as well. His mind was blank except for one sentence that kept on replaying in his brain.
Why are you not holding the lunchbox she prepared for you?
“Of course he wouldn’t want to eat this.” Taeyeon sighed as she opened the lunchbox lid.
It didn’t look that bad… Taeyeon comforted herself. The omelet she cooked might not look as appealing as Yuri’s, but she made it with all the love she felt towards Minho. But Minho was probably together with Yuri already… After all they did kiss, didn’t they? Yuri was... well, she was sexy and charismatic. She suits Minho a lot and there was no way Taeyeon would win against someone like her.
It was just a peck on the cheek. No need to feel sad about it. Taeyeon bit her lower lip. It’s not like Minho is your boyfriend. He has every right to be close to any girl he wants.
She took a deep breath, willing for the tears forming in her eyes to not fall as she took a pair of chopstick and scooped a bit of the omelet. She wasn’t going to waste all her efforts… Rather than throwing it away, she might as well eat it.
She was about to put the food into her mouth when an arm grabbed her wrist and turned it, and she gaped at Minho as he ate the share in front of her eyes.
“M-M-M-M-Minho oppa?” She stuttered, blinking many times to confirm that she wasn’t hallucinating.
Minho chewed for a while before swallowing. He then showed Taeyeon the most beautiful smile she ever seen coming from him.
“It’s really delicious, Taeyeonnie.” He said sincerely. “I love it.”
“I-“ Taeyeon blushed a deep share of red. “I’m glad.”
They were both silent then, feeling the atmosphere turned uncomfortable as they fidgeted next to each other. Deep inside, Minho was feeling very happy because his lifetime crush had prepared something for him. Yes, Taeyeon wasn’t the only one who had been crushing on her childhood friend since forever.
Minho was considering of what to say when he noticed that the small hand he was holding on to was covered with many band-aids and red marks. His heart was moved as he thought about how Taeyeon went through hell just to cook for him.
Nice going, ace. Why did you even have to say that your ideal type was someone who cooks?
He only said it as a spur-of-a-moment thing, because he was craving for omelets on that day. He didn’t really think about his ideal type of girl before (because he had only loved - was loving - is loving - only one girl throughout his whole 19 years of life, and that girl was Taeyeon) and so he randomly answered the reporter then. Who knows Taeyeon would take it seriously.
“Oppa?” Taeyeon’s melodic voice made him shifted his gaze away from her wounded hands. “H-How did you-“
“Why didn’t you come to my class during lunch? You could have told me you cooked.”
“… But you already ate.” Taeyeon looked really sad, and Minho wanted to yell at himself for being so dense.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know that you prepared this for me.” Minho cupped her cheeks. “You went through a lot, and I’m sorry to make your smooth hands covered with cuts…”
“N-No, it’s nothing.” Taeyeon shook her head. “It’s not like that… I-I was the one who wanted to cook for you…”
“Why?”
Minho could read Taeyeon like an open book. He was almost 100% sure that his feelings were returned - but he wanted to hear Taeyeon said it before giving her his reply.
The younger girl trembled again from feeling nervous. This is it, Taeyeon. Moment of truth.
“Because… B-Because I wanted to be your ideal type of girl. Someone who cooks omelets for you.” Taeyeon looked down on her laps, where her left hand was playing with the hem of her skirt. “Because I love you, Oppa.”
Taeyeon shut her eyes then, waiting. She had no regrets now - at least she got to tell Minho about her feelings. Even if Minho rejected her, she was contented enough because Minho had eaten her omelets anyway.
She waited a while more but there was nothing. She didn’t dare open her eyes, but her heart fell as Minho’s grip on her wrist slackened.
But his grip tightened in another split second, and Taeyeon felt herself being yanked forward. She squeaked and reflexively opened her eyes, and that’s when she realized that Minho was tugging her closer to him. She only realized that their lips met in a chaste kiss when she felt Minho’s nose touching her cheek slightly, his lips warm against hers while the pair of strong arms she always fantasized about were wrapped around her slender waist.
The kiss ended as soon as it happened, but Minho didn’t let go of his embrace even as he pulled away slightly. He gave another blinding small before he spoke,
“You don't need to know how to cook anything... You are already my type of girl, Taeyeon-ah. And I love you too.”
Taeyeon blinked dazedly before breaking out into the adorable smile Minho fell for. She leaned forward to peck his cheek, feeling thoroughly relieved and happy that her feelings were not one-sided.
"One thing though." Minho mumbled. She hummed in response.
"The omelet is slightly too salty. But I still love it anyway."
Taeyeon rolled her eyes.
"You still love me anyway."
A/N2: To my I Love You, Your Majesty and The Last Dance readers, I'm sorry to keep you all waiting for so long. I originally wanted to post an update this week but I'm really busy with University application, Project show and planning for Freshmen Orientation Camp. I don't even have enough sleep and my eye bags probably look horrible. Lol. I promise to update by next week, okay? ;~; Don't hate me please.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Drabble
Pairing: het!2min (girl!Taemin/Taeyeon), ninja!het!OnKey (girl!Key/Gwiboon)
Disclaimer: Only own the story.
Summary: Minho shared his ideal type of girl through an interview. Taeyeon is determined to be in the category.
Warning: Un-beta-ed. I wrote this at 330AM in the morning so there are possibilities that it has a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes. I'm too sleepy to edit them at the moment, so yeah. T-T
A/N: This is dedicated to choiahra. Happy birthday bb :D I'm glad to have known you. Please enjoy your special day and I hope you like your gift. ^^
“Choi Minho-ssi, congratulations on winning the tournament for the 2nd time! As the ace of the team, do you have anything to say?”
“First of all I would like to thank all my teammates. Without them we could never compete against other better soccer teams out there. I’m very honored that we won but it’s not because of my capability, it’s really the team’s hard work.”
“Ah, you are always so humble. Do you have any girlfriend?”
“No, not at the moment.”
“Really? What’s your type then?”
“Hmm.” Minho thought for a moment, “I love girls who can cook omelets.”
Taeyeon repeated the interview clip for the fifth time already. She pouted at Minho’s smile when he expressed about his type. After all, cooking was her greatest enemy.
“Why the long face, Taeyeon-ah?” Gwiboon asked.
“Nothing, Unnie.” Taeyeon sighed dejectedly.
“Omo, are you watching clips of Minho again?” Gwiboon blurted as she saw Taeyeon’s laptop screen. “You’re still crushing over him?”
“What’s wrong about it?” Taeyeon pouted again, this time at Gwiboon.
“I mean like, you both are childhood friends. You practically grew up with him and bore feelings for him since like forever.” Gwiboon nagged. “Confess your undying love already!”
“Yah! Unnie~!” Taeyeon whined. “It’s only been 10 years since I liked him!”
“Whoa. What a short period of time.” Gwiboon rolled her eyes.
Taeyeon’s shoulders slumped in defeat. She felt pathetic - being childhood friends with a person who has equal fame as a celebrity (then again, soccer players are kind of like celebrities), she felt rather insecure about herself. She wasn’t like Gwiboon who possessed beautiful face completed with alluring curves at all the right place. Taeyeon often felt dissatisfied with her appearance.
Chubby cheeks. Childish face. Thin arms. Skinny waist. Flat chest. Ugh.
“Stop feeling so not-confident.” Gwiboon scolded. “He’s flying to Germany next month, right? I heard he received a scholarship in a university there.”
“Yeah.” Taeyeon’s heart throbbed. It was true… She either confessed to him before he flew there or she would probably keep her love unknown forever. God knows when Minho would come back to Korea again.
“Listen to me and heed my advice.” Gwiboon looked at Taeyeon seriously. “Tell him your feelings, or you’ll regret.”
Taeyeon clenched her fist, and after contemplating it, she looked up and met Gwiboon’s gaze.
“Unnie, can you teach me how to cook?”
“Tae.”
Minho jumped into Taeyeon’s bedroom through her open window with ease. He had been doing that for the past years anyway. He scanned through her bedroom and frowned, as he couldn’t spot his childhood friend around.
“Taeyeon-ah?” He called again and received no response. Scratching the back of his head, he settled on Taeyeon’s bed, sitting on the edge.
A moment later, Taeyeon entered her bedroom letting out a small yelp as she spotted Minho looking good with his t-shirt and sweats.
“W-What are you doing here?” Taeyeon stammered, trying to cover up the fact that she was blushing.
“I was bored at home so I decided to drop by. As usual.” Minho shrugged.
“Oppa, you really need to stop sneaking into my room like that.” Taeyeon said cutely, “I’m no longer 10. What if I were changing when you jumped in?”
“Well then that’s my gain and your loss, right?” Minho laughed. Taeyeon’s face reddened as she threw a pillow at Minho’s direction.
The gesture was a signal of the start of a pillow fight - and if Taeyeon were living with her parents she would probably get scolded and they both would get into trouble from the noise level they were emitting. Thankfully, Taeyeon lived in the apartment alone and her neighbor was out of town.
Minho shoved a pillow on Taeyeon’s face then, his force accidentally pushing Taeyeon off the edge of the bed. Taeyeon lost her balance and was about to fall when Minho leaned forward to catch her, and they both ended up on the floor with Minho on top of Taeyeon.
“Ouchie…” Taeyeon winced a bit as she knocked her head onto the floor. She whined as she rubbed the back of her head. She was about to get up when she opened her eyes and her gaze met Minho’s large orbs.
They stared at each other for some time, both getting lost in each other’s eyes. Minho was too close - Taeyeon was sure he could hear her frantic heartbeat.
“O-Oppa, can you get up, please?” Taeyeon managed to utter (after recovering for a mild heart attack).
Minho seemed dumbstruck before nodding and immediately scrambling to his feet. He scratched his head uncomfortably, unconsciously taking a step back to keep a distance from Taeyeon. He noted that Taeyeon smelled a bit like home-cooked food, probably showing that the girl had just attempted to cook something for her dinner (‘attempted’ because well, Taeyeon and cooking doesn’t go together).
It was awkward after that, and Minho decided that Taeyeon needed some sleep.
“Good night.” He said as he climbed out of the window.
Taeyeon merely stared at his disappearing figure, a pang of longing lingered in her heart.
Four days later, Taeyeon’s hands were covered in band-aids and red marks. She had been practicing to make omelets with Gwiboon. The younger of the two always wondered how Gwiboon could whip out a decent looking omelet in less than fifteen minutes when Taeyeon herself took more than ten minutes cutting the ingredients and whisking the egg.
After frying her nth omelet (she stopped counting after she burnt her tenth omelet on the first day), it finally turned out okay looking. Taeyeon beamed as she settled down the frying pan into the kitchen sink.
“Let’s try it, since it looks edible.” Gwiboon was smiling as well, happy as her efforts were finally paid off. She made a mental note never to agree to teach Taeyeon cook ever again. It was probably as difficult as feeding meat to a cow.
They both took a bite each and munch. Taeyeon’s face scrunched up, as it was too salty. She gave a sad look to Gwiboon, but the older girl simply grinned at her.
“It’s a little too salty but you’re getting better at this.” Gwiboon comforted. “I’m sure you’ll be perfect in no time at all!”
A week after Taeyeon started learning how to cook; she packed a lunchbox for Minho. It was omelet-fried rice, and she prayed to all the gods and goddesses in the universe that Minho would at least eat a bite of her cooking. She hoped that the taste was not that horrible (although she already tried it at home, and thinks that it tasted fine).
The break time came sooner than her liking, and Gwiboon gave her a fighting pose before she went off to find her boyfriend, Jinki. Taeyeon gulped as she took her lunchbox and left her classroom, heading towards Minho’s classroom.
She immediately recognized Minho among all the other students, but as she was about to call out to him, a beautiful girl trotted to his side and gave him a lunchbox. Minho stared at her before smiling shyly, and then he took the lunchbox from her, bowing as he said “thank you” sincerely. The girl squealed in delight before leaning forward and planting a kiss on his cheek.
Minho’s face immediately flushed from embarrassment while all his classmates made teasing noises and whistles. Taeyeon, who stood nailed at the entrance, suddenly felt like the world had stopped revolving.
She was still there when Minho unknotted the cloth the girl used to wrap the lunchbox. As he uncovered the lid, Taeyeon’s heart dropped at the sight of very neatly (and prettily) decorated omelet-fried rice inside the container.
It looked so much nicer and more delicious compared to the one she cooked for him. Taeyeon tightened her grip on her lunchbox and then changed her mind. She didn’t go back to her class, as she knew Gwiboon would be asking her about what happened.
So she headed to the place where she knew no one would disturb her at - the rooftop.
It was fifteen minutes before the break ends and Minho was loitering around the corridor. He had just finished the lunch Yuri prepared for him, and it (honestly) didn’t taste as nice as it looked. Minho pretended to listen to his classmate, Jonghyun’s rambling as his eyes scanned through Taeyeon’s class while they both strolled along the junior’s corridor.
He could see Taeyeon’s bestfriend, Gwiboon talking to another person, but he didn’t see Taeyeon around. Curious, he called out to Gwiboon to ask for Taeyeon’s whereabouts, but he didn’t even manage to say anything before Gwiboon shot him an accusing look.
“Why isn’t Taeyeon with you?”
Minho was obviously taken aback. “W-What?”
“Where is her lunchbox? Did she give it to you?” Gwiboon continued bombarding Minho with questions. “Yah, Choi, I don’t care even if you’re older than me. I’m going to kill you if you hurt Taeyeon… Why isn’t she with you and why are you not holding the lunchbox she prepared for you? Even if it looked weird, I mean I didn’t get to ‘vet’ her cooking this time; you should at least eat a bit of it! YAH!”
Minho was already dashing away from the nagging Gwiboon, leaving his friend Jonghyun behind as well. His mind was blank except for one sentence that kept on replaying in his brain.
Why are you not holding the lunchbox she prepared for you?
“Of course he wouldn’t want to eat this.” Taeyeon sighed as she opened the lunchbox lid.
It didn’t look that bad… Taeyeon comforted herself. The omelet she cooked might not look as appealing as Yuri’s, but she made it with all the love she felt towards Minho. But Minho was probably together with Yuri already… After all they did kiss, didn’t they? Yuri was... well, she was sexy and charismatic. She suits Minho a lot and there was no way Taeyeon would win against someone like her.
It was just a peck on the cheek. No need to feel sad about it. Taeyeon bit her lower lip. It’s not like Minho is your boyfriend. He has every right to be close to any girl he wants.
She took a deep breath, willing for the tears forming in her eyes to not fall as she took a pair of chopstick and scooped a bit of the omelet. She wasn’t going to waste all her efforts… Rather than throwing it away, she might as well eat it.
She was about to put the food into her mouth when an arm grabbed her wrist and turned it, and she gaped at Minho as he ate the share in front of her eyes.
“M-M-M-M-Minho oppa?” She stuttered, blinking many times to confirm that she wasn’t hallucinating.
Minho chewed for a while before swallowing. He then showed Taeyeon the most beautiful smile she ever seen coming from him.
“It’s really delicious, Taeyeonnie.” He said sincerely. “I love it.”
“I-“ Taeyeon blushed a deep share of red. “I’m glad.”
They were both silent then, feeling the atmosphere turned uncomfortable as they fidgeted next to each other. Deep inside, Minho was feeling very happy because his lifetime crush had prepared something for him. Yes, Taeyeon wasn’t the only one who had been crushing on her childhood friend since forever.
Minho was considering of what to say when he noticed that the small hand he was holding on to was covered with many band-aids and red marks. His heart was moved as he thought about how Taeyeon went through hell just to cook for him.
Nice going, ace. Why did you even have to say that your ideal type was someone who cooks?
He only said it as a spur-of-a-moment thing, because he was craving for omelets on that day. He didn’t really think about his ideal type of girl before (because he had only loved - was loving - is loving - only one girl throughout his whole 19 years of life, and that girl was Taeyeon) and so he randomly answered the reporter then. Who knows Taeyeon would take it seriously.
“Oppa?” Taeyeon’s melodic voice made him shifted his gaze away from her wounded hands. “H-How did you-“
“Why didn’t you come to my class during lunch? You could have told me you cooked.”
“… But you already ate.” Taeyeon looked really sad, and Minho wanted to yell at himself for being so dense.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know that you prepared this for me.” Minho cupped her cheeks. “You went through a lot, and I’m sorry to make your smooth hands covered with cuts…”
“N-No, it’s nothing.” Taeyeon shook her head. “It’s not like that… I-I was the one who wanted to cook for you…”
“Why?”
Minho could read Taeyeon like an open book. He was almost 100% sure that his feelings were returned - but he wanted to hear Taeyeon said it before giving her his reply.
The younger girl trembled again from feeling nervous. This is it, Taeyeon. Moment of truth.
“Because… B-Because I wanted to be your ideal type of girl. Someone who cooks omelets for you.” Taeyeon looked down on her laps, where her left hand was playing with the hem of her skirt. “Because I love you, Oppa.”
Taeyeon shut her eyes then, waiting. She had no regrets now - at least she got to tell Minho about her feelings. Even if Minho rejected her, she was contented enough because Minho had eaten her omelets anyway.
She waited a while more but there was nothing. She didn’t dare open her eyes, but her heart fell as Minho’s grip on her wrist slackened.
But his grip tightened in another split second, and Taeyeon felt herself being yanked forward. She squeaked and reflexively opened her eyes, and that’s when she realized that Minho was tugging her closer to him. She only realized that their lips met in a chaste kiss when she felt Minho’s nose touching her cheek slightly, his lips warm against hers while the pair of strong arms she always fantasized about were wrapped around her slender waist.
The kiss ended as soon as it happened, but Minho didn’t let go of his embrace even as he pulled away slightly. He gave another blinding small before he spoke,
“You don't need to know how to cook anything... You are already my type of girl, Taeyeon-ah. And I love you too.”
Taeyeon blinked dazedly before breaking out into the adorable smile Minho fell for. She leaned forward to peck his cheek, feeling thoroughly relieved and happy that her feelings were not one-sided.
"One thing though." Minho mumbled. She hummed in response.
"The omelet is slightly too salty. But I still love it anyway."
Taeyeon rolled her eyes.
"You still love me anyway."
A/N2: To my I Love You, Your Majesty and The Last Dance readers, I'm sorry to keep you all waiting for so long. I originally wanted to post an update this week but I'm really busy with University application, Project show and planning for Freshmen Orientation Camp. I don't even have enough sleep and my eye bags probably look horrible. Lol. I promise to update by next week, okay? ;~; Don't hate me please.