Lee Minho - Mild angst/fluff ig?
A/N - i already posted this on @bullshitcompass but tumblr is refusing to put it in the fucking tags. Anyway, go follow my ACTUAL blog now. I’m so upset and pissed off now this is not okay. I’m also not tagging it properly again because fuck that i really cannot be bothered. ANYWAY please enjoy this and go follow me on @bullshitcompass thank u
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When Minho opened the door to your apartment, he didn’t expect every light to be off, or for the silence to be as deafening as it was. Looking around carefully, he stepped in, closing the door gently behind him, almost afraid to make any noise.
Dropping his bag to the ground next to the shoe rack, Minho flicked on the main light, squinting his eyes at the brightness, the grey tabby cat that was asleep on the back of the black couch lifting its head, surveying the area for the boy who would dare to enter its abode.
Walking over calmly to the cat, he let out a smile and reached a hand to scratch under its chin, hearing its purrs. He glanced around the room and through to the kitchen, seeing that the lights were off in there too.
“Where’s (y/n)? Hm? Where are they, Kami?” Minho asked the cat, earning a meow from the cat in response as he moved his hand to stroke the back of it’s neck.
The cats head turned towards the direction of your room, before looking back up to minho with an almost sad look, letting out another meow. Minho turned his head to your room as well, before leaning down and placing a small kiss on the cats head with a small thank you muttered into its fur.
He took careful steps over to your door, knocking lightly and pressing his ear against the hard wood. Hearing muffled music he knocked again, before slowly opening the door and looking inside.
Minho’s face softened as he took in the sight of you laying on the floor blankly staring up at the ceiling in the dark, the only light coming from the tv, tears staining your face. Shuffling over Minho crouched down slowly next to you. You turned your face to look at him, the sadness swirling in your eyes never leaving or dissipating, trying to form a smile and failing to do so.
Minho brought a hand to your face, softly stroking your cheek with his thumb, rubbing away the tears still forming in the corner of your eyes.
“What happened? Hm? What made you cry?” He questioned softly, voice barely above a whisper as his eyes focused on you eyes filled with concern for you.
You shook your head, afraid your voice may fail you. Minho lay down next to you on the floor, gently pulling you onto your side to face him. He pulled you into a hug, holding you close to his body as tightly as he could, refusing to let you go as you sobbed into his shoulder. He comfortingly rubbed your back, letting you cry.
When Minho felt you pulling back minutes later, he moved his hand to rest on your waist, scanning your eyes for anything else, that could have been wrong.
“ ‘m sorry,” you mumbled out, voice raspy and hoarse. Minho looked at you with slight disbelief, before it dissolved into sadness.
“There’s nothing you need to be sorry for,” Minho whispered back, hand moving to cup your cheek, gently stroking it again. “Absolutely nothing.”
He leaned forward, placing a kiss between your eyebrows, pulling you back into him and resting his head on your chin.
“Talk to me when you’re ready, i’ll wait for you,” Minho spoke gently, rubbing your side comfortingly, he heard a faint meow, and soft padding, letting out a short chuckle, “so will Kami.” He smiled into your hair, placing another soft kiss.
