.. Stellas done. You love Minho. You invited yourself to the tour, and look where you are now.

The hotel room in London was dimly lit, and the sound of the city felt distant. You.. slumped over on the kitchen stool, the empty champagne beside you, eyes half-lidded. Min Ho had been gone for a while, running errands for the tour, but now he was back—holding a takeout bag.

The moment he saw you, his face dropped. “No, no, no, Covey!” He rushed over, placing the bag of Chinese food on the counter and setting his hands on your shoulders, guiding you back to the stool before you fell off...

“What the hell Covey, NO!”

You grinned up at him, swaying slightly. “I’m fiiine,” you slurred. “Just… just vibin’.” You giggled, hiccupping a bit as you swayed. “And your .. late!”

Min Ho sighed, running his hand through his hair. “London traffic… It’s weird here- I- not the point! You’re not just vibing you- .” He motioned to the empty champagne bottle. “What were you thinking?”

“I… thought it was fancy,” you murmured, raising the bottle weakly. “Like a grown-up.”

“Can you be coherent?” You.. nod.

He rolled his eyes and started to unpack the Chinese food, setting out boxes of dumplings, stir-fry, and fried rice. “Okay- fine.. You need food in your digestive system- . You like the pork dumplings, right? You better?” He looked at you, trying to be practical.

“And I got beef stir-fry too. but your picky so-“

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes as if trying to focus. “MmmpH.. ya the dumplins… but not those ones, weriiirddd.” You pointed lazily at the food. “Too spicy… Maybe.”

Min Ho couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Fine… ,” he teased, but his voice was full of affection. He slid a dumpling toward you. “Coveyyyyyyy?”

You stared at the dumpling, then leaned in way too close, your face right in front of his. “Yea.?” you mumbled, dragging out the words with a giggle. He goes to reply then you stop him, your knee kicking into him accidentally? He holds your knee..

“Mmph- … .. Your … nice. You always take care of me… You’re like, perfect…”

Min Ho shifted uncomfortably, his stomach twisting. “Oh.. ? ..- Thanks .. .. come on. drink.” He distracts you by passing you a water.

You glanced at the water, then back at him. “I think you’re avoiding me.” You smiled lazily, your words coming out slower now. “U rlly rlllyyyy care CARE forrr me-“

Min Ho froze for a second, his heart suddenly pounding. He tried to keep his face neutral, but his mind.. . “Jus’ not wanting you- … throwing up everywhere Covey..”

You smiled wider, but your voice is quiet. “Youuu care,” you said, your eyes narrowing playfully. “Minho- listennn I gotta say so-“

He swallowed hard, avoiding your gaze. “You’re drunk.. bladdered if that’s what the UK call it,” he said, his voice a little rougher than before. “There’s food here, i’m trying to help, don’t distract yourself and eat.”

You leaned back, looking at him with a sad smile. “Look- i’m gunna say sumthing.” dropping your head into hands.

Min Ho bit his lip, trying to ignore the way your words hit him. He wasn’t sure if you meant it.. Either way, he couldn’t let you go down that road tonight. “Look,” he said softly, stepping closer and placing the food down in front of you. “You’re drunk. You’ll feel differently tomorrow, okay?”

You just stared at him for a long moment, your eyelids fluttering as you tried to stay awake. You murmured under your breath, trying to tease him but failing . “let me speak.… .”

“I… l think I..love you.. Minho… D… Stella… Inwas… jealous… so jealous… I- I don’t deserve you..”

It burns… You- what?. He can’t go back… like him..

Min Ho’s stomach twisted again. He wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he took a deep breath and helped you sit up straighter. “Wha..? Covey-“

He never thought you could like him after you rejected him..

But inside, his mind was spinning. The thought of you liking him… . Not when it was real. Not when it made his heart race just hearing it.

“You.. don’t believe me…”

“.. Cove-“