The Mess We've Made | Minsung

chapter seventy-nine

nsfw/trigger warning:
smut & blood

I swung our bedroom door open and turned on the light, "Fucking thank god you're awake. Holy fuck. I just had the worst day fucking ever."

Slightly startled, Minho looked up from his phone with widened eyes, "Fuck, you scared me. What happened, baby?"

"I'm literally about to lose my fucking mind. I can't even talk about it. I have no words. I'm so fucking mad right now."

Minho sat up from where he'd been laying with the blanket covering him and patted on the bed, "Come and sit."

I sat my things down in a huff, "You know I have to do my nightly routine."

"It can wait. Let me calm you down," Minho insisted, taking off the blanket and revealing his bare chest.

I got on the bed and crawled over to where he'd been sitting, laying my head on his abs and hugging him, "I needed this. Thank you."

Minho began fucking with my hair, "I'm ruining it so I can play with it. Sorry."

"You can ruin a whole lot more than that if you want," I chuckled.

"The next time you're in a bad mood I'm just gonna take my shirt off if this is actually helping."

"If you kept your shirt off all of the time, the world would be a better place," I joked.

"Is that so?"

"I find it really funny how we both work out but we never do it at the same time."

"That's because we wouldn't get anything done," Minho chuckled.

"That's...very true..." I trailed off.

"Are you gonna tell me about your day?" Minho asked me.

I let go of him and sat up, "It sucked ass. I don't wanna talk about it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I just want to go to bed."

Minho made eye-contact with me, "Well, that's no fun."

"Are you insinuating something?" I asked with a smirk.

"Aren't I always?" Minho joked.

I began to unbutton my shirt, "Give me a break."

Minho moved to sit in front of me, "Hey, let me get that."

"Thanks," I sighed. "Wait, are you trying to seduce me?"

Minho met my eyes, "I don't know. Am I?"

"Okay. You're definitely trying to seduce me," I chuckled.

"I didn't say anything."

"Wow."

Minho finished unbuttoning my shirt and used both of his hands to slide my shirt down my arms slowly. Without much warning, I pushed him on his back and got on top of him. I leaned my head down to kiss him and tangled a hand in his hair.

Minho unbuckled my belt, "I guess I didn't have to try very hard, huh?"

"Let me guess, you planned this?"

"You know me so well," Minho grinned as he unbuttoned my pants for me.

"You are so fucking nasty," I laughed.

"I know you miss it."

"Unlike you, I can contain myself for three weeks."

"The fact that you know how long it's been goes to show that I'm right."