Ch 10

But deep down, he knows it's too late. His feelings for Minho have been growing for a while now, and there's no turning back. Every time they hang out, every time they text, every time they share a moment, his feelings get stronger.

He closes his eyes, trying to quiet his racing thoughts. He's tired, physically and emotionally. Maybe if he sleeps, he'll wake up and everything will go back to normal. But a part of him knows that's wishful thinking He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. It's like he's on a rollercoaster of emotions, alternating between excitement and anxiety. He wants to be close to Minho, to feel something more, but he's also scared of screwing things up, of ruining their friendship.

He curls up in bed, feeling conflicted and confused. He's never been in a situation like this before, where his feelings are so strong and yet so uncertain. He opens up his phone, his chat with Minho still open. He scrolls up to their previous conversation, his heart fluttering at the sight of Minho's name. He remembers the casual invitation to a movie night, the way Minho had said it so casually, as if it was no big deal.

He closes his phone, feeling a mix of frustration and longing. Why does he have to be falling for his friend? Why couldn't he be falling for someone who reciprocated his feelings? He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling again. It's like he's stuck in a never-ending cycle of hope and despair. One moment he's imagining a future with Minho, the next moment he's convincing himself it's impossible, that Minho doesn't see him that way.

He wishes he could just turn off his feelings, like flicking a switch. But it's not that simple. His feelings for Minho are too strong, too potent. He closes his eyes, tiredness finally starting to catch up to him. Maybe if he sleeps, he'll wake up and everything will make sense. Maybe it'll all come together and he'll realize that his feelings for Minho are just a passing phase. Or maybe in the morning, he'll realize that he's hopelessly in love with his best friend, and there's no turning back. With those thoughts swirling in his mind, he finally falls asleep, his dreams a mix of hope and uncertainty, of longing and fear. Morning arrives like a slap in the face, the bright sunlight streaming through the window jolting Haein awake. He groans, still feeling groggy and weighed down by his thoughts from the night before.

He sits up in bed, running a hand through his messy hair. He glances at his phone on the nightstand, the screen beckoning him to check his notifications. With a deep breath, he picks up his phone, swiping the screen to check for any new messages. He sees several notifications from various apps, but his heart skips a beat when he sees a message notification from Minho. He quickly taps on the notification, feeling a rush of anticipation and nervousness as he reads the message. "Hey, looking forward to tonight. What kind of takeout should I order?" it reads, and his heart skips a beat at the simple words. He types a quick response, trying to keep his tone casual. "Anything's fine with me. Just make sure you get some chips." He hesitates for a moment, wondering if he should say more, but ultimately decides to keep it short and simple.A few seconds later, he receives another message from Minho. "Got it. Any requests for the movie?" he asks, and Haein feels a small flutter in his chest. He quickly types out a reply, "No preferences. Surprise me." He doesn't want to seem too eager or desperate. But secretly, he's excited to see what kind of movie Minho will choose. As soon as Minho receives Haein's response, he's relieved that he has free reign to choose the movie. He already knows which one he wants to watch - 'Dreaful Night', the historical BL movie they both acted in.

He sends a quick message back, typing with a hint of excitement. "Alright, I've got the perfect movie in mind. You're gonna love this." He sets his phone down on his bed, imagining Haein's reaction when he sees the movie he's chosen. He can already picture the look on his face, the way his eyes will widen in surprise and maybe even a hint of excitement.

As the hours pass by, Minho can barely contain his excitement. This movie night with Haein feels different than any other hangout they've had before. It feels...special.