I stared at him.

I was sort of expecting it, but I didn't know how I would react.

Honestly.

"Umm-" I replied, not knowing how I should answer it, though I knew the answer.

"Wait-" I said, instantly regretting it.

Minho's eyes softened and his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Wh- why do you like me?"

"The way you care for my daughter, the way you laugh, the way you're so intelligent, kind and beautiful, you're funny and all of that makes you someone I am falling for, very fast."

He replied, like he knew it was coming, but it was still sincere.

"Fuck-" I swore, smiling as Minho smiled with me too.

"I like you too-" I said, giggling as I pulled him into a hug.

"I will- I will be your girlfriend."

He smiled too, kissing my temple before pulling away, wrapping his hand in mine, which made me giggle.

"Good- because I would be very salty if you went back to Hyunjin." He said, squeezing my hand which made blush even more.

"Well- I won't." I said quietly and rested my head on Minho's shoulder.

"Will Dami be able to come home today?" I asked the doctors after they called us back, and we waited outside her room.

"Yes she will, but she'll have to use a wheelchair for a few weeks, just until her arms are strong enough for her to use crutches." The doctor said, Minho and I cheered at his response which made him smile.

"We're just doing a few last checks and she'll be ready to go once we get the results back, it will be about an hour or so. Sorry for the wait-"

"Not at all-" Minho said, talking to him afterwards, probably thanking him, as I went in to see Dami.

"Hey yah girl- how are you doing?"

"Needles hurt." She whined, I nodded.

"Yes they do- but on the bright side, you get to come home in a while." I said, and Dami's face lit up, smiling from ear to ear.

"Aww- so cute. But you've got to use a wheelchair..." I said.

"The nurse said I could have the pink one!"

"There's a pink one?"

"Hmm- she said she'll get it for me when we're leaving-"

"Well, we'll have to ask her won't we? Now that we know we're leaving." I said, going over to pack up all the stuff/clothes Minho and I had brought.

Minho entered, walking over to Dami and telling her something quietly.

I heard a gasp, but Dami didn't look at me.

Maybe it wasn't about us?

I finished packing up the bags and sat on the sofa, waiting for the doctor to come back with the results so we could go home.

After half an hour, the doctor came in saying everything was clear and we were ready to be discharged.

"Umm- Excuse me?" I asked him, he nodded just as he was about to walk out.

"Dami-ah told me one of your nurses promised a pink wheelchair? Is that still-" I said, then saw a nurse in purple uniform wheel in from the lift a pink wheelchair with pink wheels too.

"Wow-" I said, and the doctor chuckled before going to get the discharge papers.

Minho helped Dami into the wheelchair and she instantly loved it. The seat matched her casts which were all pink, and had both mine and Minho's name on it already.

"Do you want Miss Wang or me to push you?" Minho asked, and Dami giggled before replying with 'Mummy!'.

I looked away, knowing it was sort of wrong to let her call me 'Mummy' but I couldn't stop her calling me that.

"Right- I'll do it." I said, handing Minho a small bag as I held the other two.

"If your pushing, let me at least hold the bags." He said, his hand brushing mine as he took the bags away from me.

I pushed Dami out into the reception area, and Minho signed the discharge papers before we left the hospital.

"Right- What do you want to eat when we get home?" I asked Dami who sat in the back seat of my car after Minho had helped her out of the wheelchair and strapped her up before squishing the wheelchair into the boot. We were sitting stationary on the motorway just outside of Seoul, we wouldn't be moving for hours.

"CHOCOLATE!"

"Right- We'll eat chocolate- even if Daddy doesn't agree." I said, chuckling as Minho gave me a funny look.

"What were you talking about with Dami earlier?" I asked Minho; we were stuck in traffic and Dami had managed to fall asleep though it was mid afternoon.

"Just stuff-" He said secretively.

I rolled my eyes and Minho chuckled.

We moved slightly in the road before coming to a stop, about 5m ahead of where we had just been sitting.

"How's Miyoung?" I asked.

"Still in rehab- I believe she's doing ok." He said, shrugging.

"Does Dami know?" I asked quietly.

"About Miyoung? Being in rehab?"

I nodded, and Minho shook his head.

"She wouldn't understand, and it might be weird for her to- I don't know, know about alcoholism and these sorts of problems at 7 years old."

"Oh yeah-when's Dami's birthday?"

"5th of November."

"You're telling me... her birthday is- is on Tuesday?! AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS NOW?!!" I said, getting louder but not shouting.

"I'm not going to be able to get her a present or anything in time- Minho- why didn't you tell me?!" I whined, Minho giggled.

"This is why I lov-like you." He said, catching himself for a second, "You're hilarious-"

He kissed my cheek before sitting back up in his chair, laughing at how over the top I had gotten about her birthday.

"How did you not know? You're her teacher."

"I'm not expected to know everyone's birthday? Is it in my job description? I think not- how am I supposed to know? Am I supposed to ask everyone?" I asked sarcastically, Minho chuckling again.

"You're very unhelpful Min-" I whined, he giggled.

Yes.

GIGGLED.

AGAIN!!!