the anatomy of loving you. lee minho
note: take a shot everytime i say bubbles also @cho1jisu suffer <3
summary: minho loves you a lot — especially when you have a beard made out of bubbles
wc: 1.3k
a soft smile was placed on minho’s face as he watched you, the light of his life, give themselves a messy beard made from the many bubbles filling the bathtub.
“does this suit me?”
minho grinned, “you look very sexy,”
“i know,” you winked at him, mirroring his grin, “what if i made eyebrows as well? would that look good?” you grabbed some more bubbles and moved them upwards towards your face, before minho’s hands grabbed yours, “what? you don’t think it would suit me?”
minho laughed, his hands holding yours, “oh no, honey, you would look sexy as fuck, but it would most likely get in your eyes,”
“yeah, you’re right,” you sighed, moving your hands from his and dipping them back underwater. you began blowing at the bubbles, moving them around the tiny bathtub, not noticing how minho was looking at you.
minho’s breathing slowed down as he watched you play with the bubbles, bubble beard still in place, his eyes were filled with the purest form of love. he felt utterly calm sitting here, in a small bathtub with you in your newly bought —your first shared— apartment. he could hear people from outside, going on with their day, he could hear the radio from the living room, playing another overplayed song everyone under the age of 25 hated. he could smell the freshly baked cake that was cooling in the kitchen; the two of you had baked it together before getting into the tub, or rather, you baked it while minho stood behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, lips placing small, loving kisses on your neck. he could smell the scented candle that was standing on the bathroom counter, that hyunjin had given you as a housewarming gift.
but none of that mattered as he watched you play around with the bubbles, effectively, creating more of them, until both your upper bodies were covered completely. minho didn’t even notice he was in a deep daze until you splashed him with water. he let out an over dramatic gasp, loving how big your smile grew, “now you’ve done it!” with that, he threw across the tub and onto your, effectively making the bubbled spill over the edge and onto the white tiled floor.
minho’s heart beat faster as your laughter echoed throughout the apartment. he let go of your naked body, and cupped his hands underwater, filling them.
“min, don’t, don’t do it, i’m sorry,” you said trying not to laugh too much, watching minho move his water filled hands to above your head, “min, it’s gonna spill everywhere!-” you cut yourself off as minho opened his hands, letting the water fall down on you and the floor, “minho!” you removed the water from your eyes with your hands, smiling while doing so, “that’s gonna take forever to clean up,” you whined, referring to the now wet floor, a smile still on your face,
“you started it, angel,” minho grinned brightly, leaning over to kiss your forehead, “ we should probably get out of here, the water’s almost cold,” from where he was sitting he could reach the 2 towles you had laid out, he grabbed one for himself as he stood up and got out of the tub. when you stood up in your naked glory, reaching for a towel, minho whistled, earning a laugh followed by “shut up, you dumb dumb,”
“you’re hot, baby, i can’t help it,” he smirked cheekily, leaning in for a kiss.
you were the first to pull away from the kiss, eyes closed — kissing minho was bliss, “i love you,” you muttered.
“i love you, too, angel,” minho pressed a kiss to the side of your head, sighing in content, “let’s get dry, we have a cake to eat,”
“we also have to dry the floor,” giggling, you looked down at the water you were standing in.
“oh yeah, i forgot about that,”
after getting dry and changing into some comfortable clothes (minho wearing one of your oversized hoodies, despite you saying you wanted to wear it, resulting in playful fight for who got to wear the hoodie…. minho won), you began cleaning the bathroom.
minho stared at you, getting lost in thought, while you soaked up some of the water with yours and minho’s used towels. god, he loved you. never before in his life had he loved someone as much as he loved you. he remembers the day he met you as clear as if it was yesterday; in reality it was more than 6 years, since he saw you in the library, writing something on your laptop. he knew he had to get to know you when he caught a glimpse of your socks covered in cows (the socks was his conversation starter…. luckily you thought it was hilarious). he remembers your first date which was at the zoo, he remembers clear as day how shiny your eyes were and how you excitedly tugged in his arm, dragging him around to look at the animals. even back then he knew you would be someone special to him.
“minho,” you threw one of the towels at him, hitting him in the face and bringing him out of his daydream. you giggled at the confused look on his face, “help me,”
taking the towel off his face, minho got down from the toilet and onto the floor, helping you with the water.
“are we gonna eat the cake when we’re done here?” minho stopped wiping the floor, and leaned closer to you, so his face was in your neck.
“no, the cake is for dessert; after dinner,”
“but you’re my dessert,” minho placed a kiss on your neck, before removing his face. he grinned as you shot him a deadpan look, thought he could see how flustered you were. he was more than aware about how much you loved it when he kissed your neck, and he always used it to his full advantage.
“stop it,”
“never,” minho leaned back in, face in your neck, and blew multiple raspberry kisses, making you laugh loudly — he loved your laugh, it was his favorite sound (the sound of you moaning was a close second), and he wanted to hear it forever. he especially loved it when he was the one making it happen.
blowing a final raspberry kiss to your neck, he pulled away, “i know we said it like 2 hours ago but, i love you, a lot, like a lot a lot, as in i want to spend the rest of my life with you, a lot,” he stared into your eyes, searching for any form of discomfort, “you’re the absolute light of my life and i,” he stopped himself, as his eyes got glossy, “i really love you,”
your eyes got wet as you listened to his confession. your eyes ran over his familiar face, from his beautiful, shining eyes, to his bright and moon shaped lips. you could tell he was getting more and more nervous as you stayed silent.
“say something, please,” he laughed nervously, feeling like he might explode.
“i… i love you. i love you, too, i-i love you,”
minho could tell you were overwhelmed, so he simply leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, closing his eyes while doing so, “i love you, my angel,” he whispered, before falling silent, knowing you needed a moment to process what he said.
he wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you closer to him, “you okay?”
before he could properly react, you wrapped your arms around his waist, head resting in his chest. you hummed in response, getting a back rub from your boyfriend.
“let’s go eat dinner,” minho pulled away from you and stood up, helping you up as well. placing one last kiss on your forehead, he grabbed your hand in his and dragged you with him to the kitchen, just like you dragged him to see the lions on your very first date.
