My Valentine chapter 3

My Valentine – Chapter 3
[Minho POV]
"What's the matter with you lately, Minho – ah? You've become clumsier than Onew – hyung." He chuckles a bit, teasing me, the ghost of that melodic laugh evident on his lips.

"No, I haven't. I'm just… I just got a lot on my plate right now, okay?"  I say, defensively.

"Ahh…  Krystal again, huh? Or is it some other girl this time?" he says, laughingly, jokingly.
My expression changes and I reply with a shake of the head and a simple "No".

"Then what is it? Anything I could possibly help you out with?" he asks. "I doubt it." I answer back.
"Aigoo~ well then, TRY ME. " He challenged.  But if I tell him, he might run away from me. And that is the last thing I would ever like to happen.

"Minho – ah?" His voice snaps me out of my reverie and brings me out to this harsh reality.
"Do you like someone?" He asked me out of the blue, it was enough to render me completely incomprehensive for a few minutes. Needless to say, that question took the life out of me.

I couldn't meet his eyes and looked down on the ground as I answered with a soft and blunt "yes."
And being the most understanding person everybody in this whole planet knows that he is, he noticed my hesitation and whispered, "It is okay, Minho – sshi. I won't force you into telling me who it is; I understand and respect your choice. I don't mean to pry, but let me just tell you this. That person is very lucky. To be loved by someone like you, now that's a valentine miracle~ a gift from cupid himself, right there." He smiles at me weakly and I feel a pang of hurt and anger at Jjong – hyung for breaking this angel's heart.

I stare at him stupidly, and he merely laughs it off. That beautiful, melodic laugh again. What I would give up to hear that everyday, see him smile without a care in the world, my beloved Key. Oh, if you only knew. We sipped our drinks and turned to the night sky. We spent a few silent minutes just looking up at the starry sky.  "Minho – ah?" I turn at his silent whisper. "Yes, hyung?" I respond, to let him know that he has my attention now. "I want you to be happy. Don't be like me; don't wait until it's too late."

I tried to grasp at what he just said. I ended up replying, "whaa--? Hyung, what are you talking about?" I say, shocked, and he tells me, "Tell Taeminnie you love him. I swear, if you break my baby's heart, I'll kill you." He winks at me.

I almost fell off the stair I was sitting on a few seconds ago. If he hadn't caught me in time, my face would have probably had a goodnight kiss from the soil underneath the porch steps. " Aigoo, Key – hyung." I say, and he looks at me confused. "I've got something to say to you. " I go serious now, after having brushed the dust off of me and fixed myself. It's now or never, I've got to tell him now. If I don't I'm going to regret it later. I know it. I can FEEL it. I take a deep breath and say, "Taemin – ah is sweet and all, but no. He's my best friend and I don't want you to come after me for that reason. "I smile as he stares at me more, obviously getting more confused by the second.

I take another deep breath, take his hand in mine and put the bouquet (which I was hiding underneath my legs the second I sat down) on his lap. " It's not Taemin because it's you. I love you, Key- hyung. I know. It's weird. But—Mianhe. I don't know how or why it happened or WHEN it happened for that matter, but, it just did. Mianhe, Sarangheyo, Key. " I say this all and make an awkward heart with my arms. "Mianhe, key – hyung.  Mianhe…"

I look down and try to keep the tears from falling. I'm not usually like this, but I think tonight, I'll finally put my guard down and let him see me like this. See me for who I really am, just another boy, another lonely person that wants to be loved.

[Key POV]
Oh my goodness. I look down at my dongsaeng's hand and take a hold of it. I… we… THIS—CANNOT be happening. "Minho – sshi. Stop it. Stop being sorry. I should be sorry. I'm never going to run right, so I should be fair to you. Mianhe, Minho – sshi."

His guard's down. He finally showed me how he is when he is alone. This boy wore his heart out on his sleeve and offered it to me. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve him. I'm not worthy of him. There's barely a half of my heart left and I can't give him anything in return. I should be fair to him. Memories come flooding my mind of times when he would protect me from fangirls, too uch chores, winning awards… come to think of it, the day the secret was revealed, backstage, he was… HE WAS THE ONE TO HOLD ME WHEN MY WORLD FELL APART.

He… It's him. Why?! Why'd I only realize it now? He's… He's been my support system all along, the one who's always been there for me… the one I… TRULY LOVE. And the one that… LOVES ME BACK. HE's… He's my happiness. Mianhe, Minho – sshi. I'm too late, I'm broken I could never be whole. I gave away what was supposed to be yours… aigoo. I'm such a pabo. "I know what he did to you, Key. But I would never, EVER, do that to you." He whispers in my ear, his sweet breath caressing my jaw. WHY DID I NOT SEE THIS BEFORE?! He… he would—"but Minho – sshi. I… I can't—"

"you don't have to answer me now, key – hyung. I'll wait. I'll wait forever if I have to." He cuts me off with that sweet promise, gives my hand a squeeze and kisses my cheek, leaving me tearing and crying, looking so dazed and stupid in the beautiful, cold, moonlit night.

I've never been so stupid in my life. He was right there, all this time. Key, YOU STUPID IDIOT.