**Leave Me or Love Me**
Prompt: A Han c Minho fanfic based on the song leave me or love me
The rain drizzled down in a soft, relentless rhythm as Han C stared out of the café window, watching the world blur through the glass. Each droplet traced its own path, mirroring the tangled emotions swirling within her. It was a dreary day, but it felt fitting for the turmoil she had been grappling with in her heart.
Across the room, Minho sat at a small table, his attention caught between the book in his hands and the endless chatter of the café patrons. He had always been a beacon in her life—charismatic, effortlessly charming, and wholly oblivious to the feelings growing stronger within her. It was a love that had quietly blossomed over the years, intertwined with laughter, shared dreams, and the familiar cadence of their lives brushing against one another.
“Han C!” his voice broke through her reverie, and she turned, forcing a smile as he beckoned her over. “You have to see this paragraph; it’s ridiculous!” The smile that crossed her lips felt genuine, yet her heart was a stormy sea beneath the surface.
As she approached, Han C felt a familiar warmth wash over her, and for a moment, all her doubts faded. Minho was animated, sharing snippets from the book as if it were the most important thing in the world. The way he laughed, the light in his eyes—it was contagious. Still, in the periphery of her mind, the song playing on loop in her head whispered its haunting refrain: leave me or love me.
“So, what’s up with you lately?” Minho asked, tilting his head slightly as he studied her expression. “You’ve been a bit quiet.”
His earnest gaze made her pulse quicken. She wanted to spill everything—the love that threatened to overflow, the fear that danced like shadows at the edges of her heart. But instead, she shrugged, deflecting the topic like a practiced art. “Just busy with work. You know how it is.”
He frowned slightly, the concern lining his features tugging at her heartstrings. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I’m always here.”
The sincerity in his words made her stomach twist. He was here, for her, yet not in the way she craved. “I know, Minho. I appreciate it,” she replied softly, hoping he could hear the unspoken words in her voice.
They fell into comfortable silence, but the uneasy tension between them lingered, a thick fog she felt neither of them could wade through. It was an unspoken weight, the longing that lay coiled just below the surface, threatening to unravel everything.
When the rain picked up outside, Minho glanced at the clouds and then back to Han C. “Wanna go for a walk?” he asked, unexpectedly. “The air feels nice, and I could use some fresh inspiration.”
She hesitated, but the prospect of spending more time with him, even in the pouring rain, was too tempting to resist. “Sure, why not?”
They stepped outside, the rain tapping a gentle rhythm on their umbrellas as they strolled down the street. Han C found herself sneaking glances at Minho, his face illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. His laughter echoed through the rain-soaked night, enveloping her in a warmth that both comforted and frustrated her.
“Do you ever think about where you’ll be in five years?” Minho asked suddenly, turning to face her, his expression earnest.
“Sometimes,” she replied, her heart racing at the intimate nature of the question. “I guess I just want to be happy.”
“And what does happiness look like to you?” he probed further, curious.
She paused, caught in a tempest of thoughts about him, about love, and about the unsaid things that loomed in the air like storm clouds. “I think… I think it’s about connection. Having people you care about, and who care about you in return. It’s about sharing your life with the ones you love, I suppose.”
His gaze softened, and for a moment, the world around them faded as their eyes locked. “That sounds perfect,” he said quietly, the words hanging between them like a balloon ready to pop.
Cautiously, Han C took a step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. “Minho, can I tell you something?”
“Of course,” he encouraged, his voice low and inviting.
She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her confession pressing against her ribs, and then… nothing. The moment was suddenly overshadowed by the sound of a passing car splashing through puddles, breaking her focus. The bubble burst, and there she was again, apprehensive and hesitant.
“Uh, never mind, it’s silly,” she mumbled, embarrassment creeping onto her cheeks.
Minho studied her closely, his eyes turning serious. “Han C, it’s not silly if it’s important to you. Just tell me.”
The sincerity in his tone made her heart race. So often, he had been the one whom she leaned on, the one to make her laugh, but he had never seemed to think of her beyond friendship. The thought clawed at her—how could she possibly articulate feelings that had grown so deep, yet remained hidden in the shadows of their lives?
“Seriously,” he pressed, taking a step closer, the rain drumming an urgent rhythm around them. “Whatever it is, I want to hear it.”
The moment felt electric as her gaze fell to the ground, her heart breaking over unspoken words. “Minho, I… I just don’t want to lose what we have. I love you, and if that’s not how you feel, I don’t want to ruin this,” she whispered, the truth pouring forth like the rain around them.
In that heartbeat, the world continued its busy rhythm, but they became suspended in time. Minho’s expression shifted—a mix of surprise and clarity sweeping over him. “Han C…” he began, searching for the right words.
“Leave me or love me,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes despite the laughter they had shared moments ago. “Just please don’t stand in between.”
His silence filled the air, but as the rain fell around them, something unbroken shifted within his gaze. “I never wanted to be just friends,” he said slowly. “I was just scared you wouldn’t see me the same way.”
Relief, a mixture of joy and disbelief, flooded over Han C. The barriers crumbled, their hearts drawing closer in the shared space of honest emotions. Minho reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers, grounding her in the reality of his affection.
In that moment, with rain cascading gently around them, Han C understood that sometimes you had to face your fears head-on, to leave behind the cloak of unspoken words, and to embrace the beautiful chaos of love.
