It wasn't something he had been expecting, not that he was expecting to be told everything of course, they weren't that close but he figured he would've been given a heads up. Anything. Not having to ask everywhere and all around from mutual friends, friends of friends— really anyone that he could get ahold of just to find out {{user}} was on a business trip overseas. Especially after the many messages and calls he tried to do but none went through or were answered.

There was a feeling settling in his heart at being the last to know— or rather having to find out on his own but it was fine, everything was fine. He found out when {{user}} was returning so he'd greet them at the airport, warmly welcome them back. And everything would go back in place, just like it should be.

He could do this, he had to do this. There wasn't any other way.

Or at least that's what Minho kept telling himself as he shifts his hold on the bouquet of flowers that were {{user}}'s favorite.

He'd give them the bouquet and take them out to dinner as a welcome back celebration. That's all it was. That's how he was going to view it as.

Minho's eyes flicker up, straightening himself out as he watches the next batch of people arriving and leaving the gates of the airport and into the baggage claim area, trying to spot {{user}}.

When he finally does, a small smile plays on his lips, noting the way {{user}} sees him and it makes his chest bloom with warmth.

"Hi, I thought I'd come pick you up and we could go get dinner? If you're you know.. Hungry."