𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

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Minho settled in the apartment better than I expected. I would have thought it would have taken him a few days to adjust but no, he seemed comfortable which was good.

He did complain about how plain and boring the apartment was and that's what led us to shop for whatever he felt would make it feel more like home. He bought blankets, a ton of them and I told him it was unnecessary for that much but he glared at me and said you can never have too much. He got pillows but said they weren't for use just decoration and for the look? I didn't get it but I also didn't say that out loud. He got candles, again a lot of them and he got plants—along with other things that filled the space.

Before we got back we stopped at the grocery store, he said that he didn't want to order in as much as we'd been doing and that he rather cook. I wasn't aware that he learned how to throughout the years. I push the cart while he filled it and sometimes he would stop walking and spare me a glance, then continue to walk and grab things. It was in those moments that I wished I could read his mind.

When we got back to the apartment he excitedly put all the decorations around the apartment and placed the pillows on the couch to his liking all while I was in the kitchen putting away all the food. Every minute I would stop and look up to see what he was doing and I would find him placing something down and then backing up to see if it looked good. A chuckle slipped from my mouth a few times and that made him send me a confused look.

That night felt different from the others, he has now put a part of himself in this apartment. It wasn't mine anymore it was ours and it now finally felt like home. Not because of the silly decorations and the crazy amount of pillows or the amazing scented candles but because of him. He was home, my home.

Where ever he was I want to be, he was my comfort and someone I don't want to think about spending a night without.

I realized a few nights ago that I haven't had a single nightmare since he's been around. It was like he put my mind at peace, something I haven't felt in a while and it felt good. No bullshit rummaging through my head but only him.

He calmed me down and sometimes I feel like I'm taking advantage of him because of it. Because of how much his presence is needed for me. I also wonder how I was helping him, did he need me as much as I did him?

That's what ran through my head now, as we lay in bed. We're facing each other but his eyes are on my bicep as his fingers trace shapes on my skin. We've been like this for 5 minutes, soaking up each other presence without a word needing to be spoken.

His eyes meet mine but I didn't look away, his hand stills for a second before he lets it fall into the space that was in between us.

"What's on your mind?" He whispered

"You"

He smiles "Can I please have more details?"

My eyes leave his as I look absently at the space between us. "Thank you" I look up to him again.

"For what?"

"For being here"

He frowns and scoots closer to me, placing his hand on my cheek before running it into my hair to pull the hair out of my face.

"I'm not gonna leave you, baby"

"I know"

"Then what are you so worried about?" His voice was so gentle, like a lullaby.

I turn to lay on my back as I felt my eyes sting. Minho props himself onto his elbow as he looks down at me. Waiting for my response, I sigh and stare up at the ceiling.