The Mess We've Made | Minsung

chapter three

tw:
okay so this went from being a cut-to-black scene to a full-blown smut chapter so here's that! let me know what you guys think because this is my first time ever truly writing it in this series. this truly is THE bonus chapter LMFAO.
this is also like,,, strangely fluffy while still being smut so there's that...lol.

"Minho, I can't focus here. There's so much shit going on, my head is spinning. I have to get so much shit done today."

"Walk me through it. What does your day look like today?"

"I have a meeting with my publicist at ten, I'm having lunch with my PR manager, I'm meeting a staff writer for Vanity Fair for my interview at two, I have a photo-shoot with Dazed at three, I'm meeting with my lawyer at eight for dinner, I have class work, and I have to record like seven YouTube videos. I'm swamped, I know I'll be up all night. The Genesis launch is in less than three weeks now and my team has been up my fucking ass about it. I don't know how you do this shit."

Minho walked over and sat down next to me on the bed, putting an arm around me and pulling me in to hug him, "Hey, it's going to be okay. You've been preparing almost your entire life for this moment."

I wrapped my arms around him, "I'm just scared. What if it doesn't go right? What if I don't get it right? I've spent nearly two decades planning this, what if it all goes to waste because nobody likes it?"

"You have millions of fans and you've got at least half of the U.S. on the edge of their seats anticipating your launch. You have a fresh face, you excite people. You don't have any controversies and you came out unscathed from the situation with Chris. You have the world at your feet right now, baby. I promised you that you would."

"This is something you've heard many times in the past six months but I really wish you would've told me how you managed to make his death look like a suicide," I said to him, removing myself from his embrace and sitting up with my head hung in shame. "You told me you had a plan and I saw it succeed but I still don't know what you meant by it."

"It's safer if you don't know, I mean it," Minho insisted.

"That doesn't satiate my curiosity at all," I mumbled.

"Oh, baby," Minho put a delicate hand on my face, "I wasn't trying to."

I grimaced at him, "You fucking suck."

Minho pinched both of my cheeks, "You're so cute."

I blushed at him, "You still give me butterflies."

"Call me cute," Minho said with a small smile.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "You're cute."

Minho grinned at me, "I already knew you still gave me butterflies, I just wanted to feel 'em again."

"If you aren't careful I'll have to make sweet love to you in the moonlight," I jokingly threatened him, waving my finger in the air.

Minho fell back on the bed laughing at this and asked me, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

I laughed and shook my head back and forth, "I don't know. That might've been the dumbest joke I've ever made."

Minho pulled me back on the bed with him and wrapped his arms around me, whispering in my ear, "I love you."

"I love you too," I said with a small chuckle, placing my arms atop his and squeezing his around me tighter. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything," Minho whispered in my ear, placing a few small kisses on the back of my neck.

"I would absolutely kill for you."