Alexithymia - Minchan

The airport was busy as usual, filled with the hum of conversations, the rolling of suitcases, and the distant sound of flight announcements. Minho sat quietly in one of the waiting chairs, his duffel bag by his feet, while Seungmin scrolled through his phone beside him.

He tried not to think too much, but his heart was heavy. His fingers drummed anxiously against his knee. He had checked his phone more times than he could count, hoping—foolishly—that there would be something. Anything. But there was nothing. Not a single message, not a missed call.

Chan hadn't reached out.

Minho forced himself to inhale deeply, closing his eyes for a second. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe Chan never really saw him the way he had seen Chan. Maybe it was just him, falling alone. It was time to move forward.

Then Seungmin muttered under his breath, "What the hell is he doing here?"

Minho's eyes snapped open. He turned to look at Seungmin, whose gaze was fixed on something beyond the crowd. He followed Seungmin's line of sight, and then he saw him.

Chan.

Running.

Pushing past travelers, barely dodging a luggage cart, breathless, determined—running straight toward him.

Minho's stomach twisted. He gulped, his heartbeat erratic. What was Chan doing here?

Chan came to a halt in front of him, panting, his chest rising and falling with every breath. His eyes locked onto Minho's, dark and unreadable, but filled with something—something intense. Something Minho couldn't look away from.

Before he could say anything, before he could even process the moment, Chan stepped forward and pulled Minho into his arms.

The world around them blurred.

Minho froze, feeling Chan's warmth, his familiar scent—warm, grounding, safe. His body softened in the embrace, his hands hovering, uncertain. He wanted to hold on, but he was afraid. Afraid that if he did, he wouldn't be able to let go.

Then, before Minho could even whisper his name, Chan pulled back just enough to look at him, his eyes searching Minho's face like he was memorizing every inch of him. And then, just like that—

Chan pressed a soft, fleeting kiss against Minho's lips.

It was light, barely there, but Minho felt it deep within his chest. His breath hitched. His eyes widened in shock. And when Chan pulled back, Minho found himself leaning forward slightly, wanting to follow, wanting more.

Chan turned his head slightly, glancing at Seungmin. His gaze was steady, unwavering. Then, he looked back at Minho, his fingers tightening around Minho's wrist as if grounding himself.

"Alexithemia or not," Chan said, voice hoarse but firm. "I love you, Lee Minho. I have no doubt about that."

Minho's world tilted.

He stared at Chan, his heart pounding so violently that it felt like it might break through his ribcage. This wasn't happening. This wasn't real. It couldn't be.

But Chan's eyes held no hesitation. No fear. No confusion. Just certainty. A certainty Minho had never dared to hope for.

His lips parted, but no words came out. He could feel his hands shaking slightly, could feel the lump forming in his throat. Was this really happening?

Seungmin slowly stood, awkwardly clearing his throat. "Well, I will take a walk," he muttered, giving Minho a pointed look before walking away, leaving them alone.

Minho barely registered it. He was still looking at Chan, still processing, still trying to understand how this moment had unraveled right in front of him.

Then Chan cupped Minho's face, tilting his chin up. Minho barely had time to take in the warmth of his touch before Chan kissed him again—this time deeper, longer, with everything he couldn't say with words.

Minho felt himself unraveling. His hands clutched at Chan's jacket, pulling him closer, letting himself fall into the kiss, letting himself believe this moment was real.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Minho exhaled a small, shaky laugh, his forehead resting against Chan's. "You're an idiot," he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Chan let out a soft chuckle, his hands still framing Minho's face. "Yeah," he agreed. "How could I not know it before!"

Minho bit his lip, eyes glistening. He wanted to say so many things, wanted to ask why it took so long, why now, why this moment. But none of it mattered anymore. Chan was here. And that was enough.

They stood there, lost in each other, until the final boarding call echoed through the airport.

Minho stepped back, his fingers lingering against Chan's. "I have to go," he said softly.

Chan nodded, his grip tightening for a second before finally letting go. "I know."

Minho picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He took one last look at Chan, trying to etch this moment into his memory, trying to remember every single detail.

"I will be waiting for you," Chan said suddenly.

Minho blinked.

"I don't care how long it takes," Chan continued.

Minho's throat tightened, but he nodded, a small, genuine smile curving his lips. "Okay."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Chan standing in the middle of the airport, watching him disappear beyond the departure gates.

But this time, there was no doubt.

This time, there was no fear.

Because love, even in its most complicated form, had finally found its way to them.

A/N: Here you go guys- I wrote a story without any dark shit- heh heh- hope you liked it- I know it was a little slow paced and boring- but I wanted to focus on how two people just slowly fall for each other- by standing by each other's side.

Let me know your thoughts.

I really had a plan to kill someone, but felt you guys need a break.

heh heh:3

Signing out.

Ta ta.