The Mess We've Made | Minsung

chapter forty-nine

"I don't like that we've had to wait so long to do this again," I whined.

"I don't either but hey, it's a new month," Minho grinned, bouncing up and down in his spot on the bed.

"All we have to look forward to this month is Jeongin's birthday."

"Let me be happy that we get to spend a full day together," Minho frowned, leaning over and resting his head on my lap with his arms around my waist, "I love you."

"I love you too," I laughed and wrapped my arms wrapped around him, "You're absolutely precious, baby."

"Promise?"

"I promise," I grinned, "You are the cutest person ever. Never change."

"I won't," Minho smiled, "Are you as excited as I am for this?"

"Oh, I'm fucking ecstatic," I chuckled. "Can I tell you something funny, though?"

"What's up?"

"The other day at work Nelson slapped my shoulder-collarbone area with the back of his hand and I screamed in pain," I laughed, "It was the funniest shit ever."

"Are they hurting?"

"Yeah, they're chest tattoos. What do you expect?" I chuckled. "It's not that bad. They only hurt when they're touched or when I'm in the shower. I've been keeping them covered with Vaseline and all, you know the drill. I'm waiting to wear any shirts that'll show them until most of them are healed. I've always been like that, though. I just don't want you to think I'm hiding them on purpose."

"I'm gonna just say fuck it and wear whatever because I really don't care anymore," Minho laughed. "Ever since that night nothing really phases me anymore. None of them really hurt except the one with your name over my heart. I'll see or hear things that would've made me insecure in the past and they won't bother me at all hardly. I'm getting better at talking myself down from the bad thoughts."

"I'm so proud of you!" I exclaimed, hugging him tighter. "This is exactly what I was hoping for."

"You got your wish."

"I just wish you'd understand how much I love you and want to be with you forever," I said, beginning to play with his hair. "It honestly hurts feeling as strongly as I do for you but knowing you're stuck doubting it."

"I hadn't thought about it like that."

"I just wish you'd be on the side of believing how much I love you so we could navigate this together. Loving someone this much and this hard is a lot. Especially when the other person don't even believe you love them," I sighed. "I want you to be there to navigate this with me."

Minho sat up, "I'm feeling a bit self-centered right now, if I'm honest."

"It's scary to love you as much as I do. I've never felt this way about anyone before. Anytime I look at you I get overwhelmed with excitement and I get-," I paused, "Oh my god. I know what I'm gonna do."

"What are you going to do?"

"We've been together for like three years and you still give me butterflies every day. I'm going to draw butterflies on you!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together excitedly.

Tears began to well in his eyes, "Are you serious?"

I grabbed his hands to hold, "Of course I'm serious! Where do you want them?"

"On my arm," Minho grinned. "Are you gonna do it today or wait?"

"I want a stencil for it because if it's on your arm that means it's way more visible and I don't want to fuck it up," I laughed. "Handwriting is one thing."