what lee minho would be like as a boyfriend.
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๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โ you met in a grocery store a little over a year ago. you fought over the last bag of dried apple crisps (side note these are so good. if youโve never had them, pick ur cute ass up and go cop a bag of these puppies. they slap) and you had been friends ever since. going grocery shopping together (and bickering over apple crisps) was nothing new to your relationship, so you didnโt suspect anything when he texted you at ten p.m. asking if you wanted to come with him to pick up a carton of milk.
โdo we want any ice cream?โ he asked you from across the dairy aisle. he seemed nervous, which was funny. minho never got nervous, not around you anyway.
โnah, i have some at home,โ you leaned your head against his shoulder and looped your arms around his neck. his breath hitched which made you frown and look up at him. โyou okay, minnie?โ
โyeah,โ he cleared his throat. โyeah, i just have something i need to tell you.โ he laughed, and his laugh sounded funny too. โitโs not so easy to say.โ
you shake your head at him and smile, poking his cheek with one finger. โsure it is. just tell me, silly.โ
โwell,โ he says like heโs stalling. โthe thing is, y/n, that iโm maybe a little bit in love with you.โ his voice gets very soft and he doesnโt look at you when says it, so you have to reach up and tilt his gaze down to meet yours.
โyour ears are turning red,โ you smirk, which only makes it worse, but he doesnโt look away from you this time. instead, in true minho fashion, he refuses to let you have an advantage over him for long. the press of his lips against yours surprises you, but it feels nice. soft and warm, and it tastes like the caramel candies he keeps in the glove compartment of his car.
โi love you too, by the way,โ you whisper when you pull apart, which makes minho smile so big that you barely notice the other customers staring at you.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ & ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โ minho never liked rollercoasters as a kid. they were too high off the ground and every drop made him sick to his stomach. but you loved them and he loved you, so here you were, churros in hand, getting strapped into a ride minho wasnโt sure his heart would ever recover from.
โi hate you,โ he leans over to shout at you as the ride slowly moves towards the top of the first drop. โjust so you know.โ
โshut up, this is going to be fun!!โ
minho gives himself credit for not throwing up, but the picture the attendants give you at the end of ride mutes that small victory.
โiโm going to pee,โ you manage to gasp out between peals of laughter.
โgood. i hope you do. see how it feels to be laughed at,โ your boyfriend grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest and you pause, wiping the tears off of your cheeks, to kiss the pout off of his face.
โnext saturday weโll get boba. no rollercoasters allowed.โ
he raises an eyebrow and a pinky at you. โpromise?โ
โi promise,โ you smile, linking your pinky with his. โiโll even pay for it.โ
โpshh, please,โ he pulls you into his side. โas if iโd let you do that.โ
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ & ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ minho could tell it hadnโt been a good day as soon as he stepped into your apartment. the lights were all off and you were nowhere in sight, which meant that you were hiding.
sure enough, he took one step through your bedroom door and there you were, in a y/n-shaped lump under the covers. outside, wind threw rain against the windows and puffy gray clouds blanketed the sky like smoke.
but inside, your himalayan salt lamp filled the room with a warm pink glow and your soft gray comforter formed a cocoon around you, protecting you on days like today when you were feeling especially fragile.
โhey, baby,โ minho slipped into the cocoon behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing a kiss to your cheek. he didnโt say anything else, not even when you started crying or when you turned around and your tear soaked cheeks nearly broke his heart.
he just let you rest your head on his chest and cry it out, softly stroking your back in little circles until your breathing started to go back to normal.
โdo you want to talk about it?โ
you shook your head no. minho paused, but only for a second. then he smiled.
โdo you want to make cookies?โ
silence for a second and then a small, shaky, โyes.โ
it was the first word out of you since he arrived and it made him smile wider than it normally would. he swung the covers off of you, ruffling your hair and carrying you over his shoulder, like a baby, on his way to to your kitchen.
โwhere do you keep the chocolate chips, honey?โ