"You should meet my mom."

If there had been anything in my mouth that day, I would've choked. I looked up from my book and at Changmin, my eyes wide. "What?" I asked in shock.

We were in the library again - it seemed like the only place we ever went to. He shrugged and continued to flip through the pages of the manga in front of him. "I mean, you already kissed me. Plus," he looked up and smiled, "you're my girlfriend."

"You kissed me!" I said, trying not to raise my voice so much. "And it's not like we're actually together, you know. You said it was only for a month."

"Ouch." Changmin put a hand over his chest, pretending he was hurt. "That hurts."

"Truth hurts, Changmin." I went back to reading and thought he'd done the same until I glanced at him and saw him staring at me. "What?"

"Would you?" he asked.

"Would I what?"

"Would you date me if you had the chance?" I tried looking for any signs to show he was joking, but his face was stoic and tone serious. It sounded to me like an honest question. I thought I should be honest with him as well.

I looked back down and flipped the page of my book, "Yeah," I said. "I would."

"Then why don't you?" he asked, setting his book down completely. He rested his head on his arms, trying to meet my eyes. I ignored him.

"Because I know nothing about you."

"That's a lie," he said. "You know everything about me."

There was a moment of silence between us - or maybe it was because we were sitting in a library. I stopped reading, but didn't look at him as he kept trying to meet my eyes.

"How?" I asked, sighing and closing my book.

"What I told you at Younghoon's party," he started, "about the voices and how they torture me - that's it. That's all there is to know about me."

"But it's not." I didn't understand why I was getting so angry as I finally looked down at him to meet his eyes.

"It is."

"It's not," I said, trying not to yell.

"Mina." He sat up again, "That's al-"

"I don't know anything about you, Ji Changmin," I cut him off. "I don't know what you were like as a kid, what kinds of movies you like watching, what type of music you listen to or what your favorite color is. I don't even know why you're friends with that asshole, Younghoon! I don't know who you are, but I know that seeing you hurt because of those voices doesn't only hurt you. It hurts me, too."

Changmin was probably the first person I've come across who I couldn't control my emotions around. I would never have told someone that I would date them if I could, or that seeing them cry makes me cry, too. But Changmin wasn't just someone - he was different from ordinary people.

He was like me.

There was a small smile forming on Changmin's face. He then chuckled, saying, "You didn't have to get so emotional on me. I just wanted to know if you wanted to meet my mom."

Changmin doesn't know how to deal with other people's emotions, much less his own.