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by CarmenKB

by CarmenKB

I turn the pan on low heat, wanting the dish to simmer before adding in the noodles. It smelled delicious, my stomach growling at the thought of eating.

I turn my music up, doing a spin and shaking my shoulders. It was a nice, calm night. I didn't have much on my mind, for once. After the entire thing with Felix, everyone spent the night with him. The next morning, everyone was still worn out. All of that anxiety of us not being able to see him again. It got to us. So a night like this was healing.

A knock at the door interrupts my dancing. I pause the music on my phone, setting the device down to go see who it was. It was a bit late for anyone to come. Maybe Heetuk lost his key.

When I open the door, I'm tackled with a hug. I barely catch the two of us from falling. Loud sobs spill from Minho, his grip almost painful.

"I love you!" He shouts into my chest, seeming so, so small. "I love you so much. I love you so much, baby. I love you so much."

Astonished, I hold him like how he wants. "I love you, too, Minho. I really do." He cries harder, his arms tightening around my torso. "Lovely, is everything okay?"

He sniffs, smaller sobs escaping him. "Yeah."

We stand there for a few minutes. I let him get it out, wondering how this came to be. Something must've happened. Minho does not cry, especially like this.

"Can I carry you to the kitchen? We can talk more there," I ask softly, not wanting him to get more upset.

He nods, letting me kneel down so he could cling onto my front. I struggle to stand back up, but I will myself to not be weak. My boyfriend needed me.

Once I get him up, we go into the kitchen and I set him on the counter. Standing between his legs, I hold his stained, damp cheeks between my palms.

"What is this all about, love?"

He shakes his head, bringing up his hands to wipe away stray tears. He looks so vulnerable... so tiny, so precious. He sniffles again, rubbing his eyes this time. And tired.

"I-I..." Tears gather in his eyes again, and I'm quick to scoop him into a hug. He breathes heavily, trying to calm down.

"It's okay, just breathe. You can cry all you want. I'm here, Min."

He hiccups, rubbing his head on my shoulder. "I want you to know that I love you. I was scrolling through some of our photos, and I missed you. I don't know why I'm so emotional," he tries to laugh.

"It's okay to get emotional, baby. And I know that you love me. You remind me almost every day. I love you, too. You look tired; you wanna sleep here tonight?"

"If that's okay," he nods. I reach up, running my fingers through his hair. He lets out a few soft breaths, leaning more weight on me.

"Of course it's okay. I'll text my mom. I was in the middle of making dinner, so I'm going to finish that. Do you wanna go lay down?"

"Can I stay right here?"

"Yes, you can." I kiss his head, feeling him sit up. Smiling, I squeeze his hand before turning around to my dinner.