Meant to Be

-Minhyuk-

Part 1: Shattered Words

The argument had started over something small. Something that shouldn't have spiraled the way it did. But before I knew it, we were yelling, frustration and exhaustion fueling every word.

"God, do you ever stop?" Minhyuk snapped, running a hand through his hair. "It's like no matter what I do, it's never enough for you."

I clenched my fists, my heart pounding in my chest. "That's not true, and you know it. But I'm not just going to sit here and pretend like everything is fine when it's not."

His jaw tightened. "Well, maybe that's the problem. Maybe I just need to be with someone who isn't constantly looking for an issue."

The air was sucked out of the room.

I froze, my body going completely still.

He realized what he had just said the moment the words left his mouth. His face paled, his eyes widening in regret.

But it was too late.

Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Instead, I let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. "Okay."

Minhyuk stepped forward, panic flashing across his face. "Wait, no, I didn't mean—"

"You don't have to explain," I whispered, my voice hollow. "You were right. Maybe I am the problem."

"No, that's not—"

I turned away before he could finish, my heart breaking with every step I took.

He called my name, but I didn't stop.

I couldn't.

Not after that.

Part 2: The Breakup

I spent the next few days in silence.

Minhyuk had tried to call. He had texted, showed up at my door, even begged my friends to talk to me.

But I couldn't face him. Not yet.

Not when his words still echoed in my head like a haunting melody.

It wasn't until a week later that I finally caved. He showed up outside my apartment, looking exhausted, his eyes rimmed with dark circles.

I let him in, but I kept my arms crossed, creating a distance between us.

He sighed, running a hand down his face. "I messed up."

I scoffed. "Yeah. You did."

He looked at me then, his expression raw. "I didn't mean it. Any of it."

I swallowed hard. "But you still said it."

Silence stretched between us, thick with all the things we didn't know how to say.

"I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I closed my eyes. "Minhyuk, love isn't supposed to hurt like this."

His face crumbled. "Please don't do this."

Tears finally slipped down my cheeks as I shook my head. "I need time."

His breath hitched, but he nodded. "I'll wait."

And with that, I let him go.

Even though it felt like I was ripping my heart out in the process.

Part 3: A Kiss That Meant Everything

Weeks passed, and everything felt different.

Minhyuk had respected my space, but I knew he was waiting for me. Hoping I would come back.

And the truth was, I wanted to.

I missed him. I missed us.

So one night, when I found myself standing outside his door, my heart racing, I knew there was no turning back.

He opened the door, eyes widening in surprise before softening.

"Hey," he murmured.

"Hey."

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then, I took a shaky breath. "Did you mean it?"

He didn't even hesitate. "No. Never."

I searched his face, looking for any sign of doubt. But all I found was sincerity. Regret. And overwhelming love.

Before I could stop myself, I stepped closer. "I missed you."

His breath hitched. "I missed you more."

And then he kissed me.

It wasn't desperate or hurried. It was slow, full of all the words we hadn't said. Apologies, promises, love—it was all there, woven into every movement.

When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.

"Come home," he whispered.

And this time, I said yes.

Part 4: Meant to Be

It wasn't perfect.

We still had things to work through, still had wounds that needed time to heal.

But Minhyuk was patient. He was kind. He spent every day showing me that his love was real, that he would never let his words hurt me like that again.

One evening, as we lay on the couch, his arms wrapped around me, he kissed the top of my head and murmured, "I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you that you're all I've ever wanted."

I smiled, snuggling closer.

Because deep down, I knew.

We were always meant to be.