a/n: too many drafts, too little motivation. does anyone want to talk?

You check one last time for your wallet, keys and phone before shutting your apartment door. You hear the door opposite yours open. You bite back a grin but you can't help the fluttering feeling in your stomach.

"Good mor-" you turn around, an innocent smile playing on your lips to greet your new neighbour when instead you're looking at a very scared looking Minho.

"Why are you smiling like that? You look possessed" he shivers, taking a step back. Your smile disappears.

You frown. You can't tell him you were expecting Thomas, Minho would tease you endlessly for it.

'Does (y/n) have little a crush?' He'd say in that annoying voice of his, wiggling those annoying eyebrows and with that dumb but really cute grin.

"Whatever. What are you doing up so early?" Minho asks, yawning and scratching his head.

"I have a lecture soon. What about you?" you reply as calmly as you can.

"I'm going to show Thomas around town today." As soon as Minho finishes his sentence, your cute brown haired neighbour Thomas steps out of their shared apartment.

"Good morning, (y/n)" Thomas smiles at you.

You reply awkwardly, "you too Thomas." Minho snorts and Thomas just chuckles. You feel the heat rising up from your neck.

"I'll bring him by your uni later and we can get lunch if you want."

"You don't have to-"

"Yeah, I'd love to see (y/n)'s school." Thomas grins, excited. 

You laugh awkwardly, "ahaha okay." 

"alright, we should get going. See you later, (y/n)" After no longer being able to witness the tragedy before his eyes, Minho pushes Thomas towards the exit and gives you a wave goodbye. 

Thomas turns around to quickly give you a smile and a reassuring thumbs up.