[6:58pm] you’ve fought with minho before, of course, your personalities were just too different for you to coexist peacefully all the time. but this one felt different, bigger, and it made you wonder whether you’re really good for each other. because it started with something small and escalated into yelling and throwing things, and you realized how many things are left unsaid between you two. so now you sit in the living room of your shared apartment, knees hugged tightly to your chest and you refuse to cry but you feel empty after everything you dumped on your boyfriend during the fight. you know you miss him because it’s been hours since he left, and this fact turns your thoughts onto another trail; you still miss him, you still feel bad about hurting him with your words even though his hurt you too, and you still wonder where he is and if he’s safe. you still love him. despite the harsh words and the differences between you two, you do love him. so much.
when the doors suddenly open and you raise your head, you see him standing in the small hallway with soaked clothes and water dripping from his hair. he’s holding a tube of ice-cream, your favorite flavor, but what you focus at first are his red-rimmed eyes. he’s been crying. he’s been crying because of you.
“they didn’t have your flavor at any of the convenience stores nearby,” he starts with a frown, focusing his gaze on the ice-cream. “i’ve walked around and finally found some when it started to rain, i didn’t take my wallet when i left so i only had enough for this tube and not a bus to go back. i’m sorry for getting water all over the floor,” he continues and his voice keeps getting quieter as his hand with ice-cream slowly drops to his side.
and for a moment you feel like you can’t breathe because everything you’ve said in anger seems so irrelevant right now when you’re looking at him. you get up from the couch and move towards him so fast that he stumbled back when you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and ignoring the fact that your clothes are getting wet now, too.
“i’m so sorry for everything,” you mumble into the crook of his neck, feeling an insane amount of relief when he hugs you back just as tight.
“i’m sorry, too. i know we fight a lot and it’s usually my fault, and i’m so sorry because i don’t want you to leave me. it’s selfish of me because i’m still scared you’ll see that you’re too good for me, and when i get scared i react with anger,” he slowly moves you back just so he can put his free hand to your cheek and look into your eyes. “but i want us to get through everything together, okay? the good and the bad, just... just remember the good when i’m at my worst, alright baby?” his voice sounds small and your throat is too tight to answer. you want to tell him everything; that if anyone’s too good it’s him, that you would love him no matter what because it’s what he deserves.
but you can’t find your voice so you kiss him. you kiss him and he kisses you back, and you can feel his heartbeat under your fingers and it’s quick just like yours. and suddenly no words are needed. not right now.
