The Mess We've Made | Minsung

chapter one-hundred five

"You know, I feel like it's not that big of an issue that I like leather. Like, the cows are gonna die anyway. May as well wear their skin."

"What the fuck?" Minho laughed.

I went to get up and when I realized Minho still had his hands all over me, I sat back down, "I'm not getting up, am I?"

"Nope. I got a Jiddy in one hand, the fuck?"

"A what?"

"You don't know what the Jiddies are?"

"No..."

"You're fucking with me. You know all about your fandom."

I burst out laughing, "Of course I know what the Jiddies are. I just wanted to know if you knew."

Minho hit me with a pillow, "Shut the fuck up."

I coughed, "That had dust on it, prick."

"My house isn't that decrepit."

"I fucking hate you," I laughed.

"Okay? We're still getting married. I hate you too, the fuck? You're the worst. I hate looking at you."

I laughed once again, "I'm the worst? You trade weapons with terrorists."

"Oh, so we're getting real, huh?" Minho chuckled. "You pretend like you're so nice but you despise anyone that isn't me."

"So the fuck do you, how are we any different?"

"I'm just saying!"

"We're really bad at insulting each other."

"No, yours was pretty good."

"It's not an insult. It's just true."

Minho chuckled, "Got me there."

"How are you not in fear of your life working with so many shady people?"

"Because I'm guaranteed to pay my debts. These people love money and I'm giving it to them. I'm not scared at all," Minho shrugged. "Fuck, I don't even go into debt. I just pay."

"Or trade..."

"Yeah, that too."

"Should I be worried?"

"No. Backing out of these deals wouldn't mean anything either. The people I have to work with know I keep my mouth shut. The only reason I'm telling you is because, well, it's you. We're getting married. You should probably know these things."

"If you tell me not to be worried, I won't be. I trust you."

"Good. That's all I can ask of you," Minho said."

I turned around and laid atop him, taking his face in my hand and kissing his lips softly. Minho ruffled a hand through the side of my unkempt hair and pulled me closer to him until our chests were touching. I caressed his face with my thumb and eventually found myself to be completely straddling his lap, hand still in place and lips still pressed up against one another's. I pulled away from him and admired him for a moment, running my thumb over the matching 'mine' tattoo I'd given him under his collarbone. Minho took my shirt off from the top and I let him, an innocent smile on his face as he did so.

I smiled into our next kiss, still slow and passionate like our last. The butterflies that'd filled my stomach at the beginning of our encounter swelled when he pulled away to say, "I love you."

"You still give me butterflies."

"I know, they're on my arm."

I grinned sheepishly at him, "It's a reminder."