𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

27 | Content

*Song rec - die first
by nessa barrett*

I watched Minho sleep peacefully on his side as he had his cheek smushed on the pillow. He was such a quiet sleeper, sometimes I had to check if he was breathing because of how quiet he was.

I had to work late tonight so I couldn't spend time with him after he got off. I missed him, I missed hearing his voice and his laugh that became therapeutic for me since when we were young. His smile and his big eyes that sparkle even in the darkest lighting. I missed all of this even though I woke up next to him this morning before going our separate ways for work.

When I got home three minutes ago I couldn't help myself but to stop and stare at the male as he slept. Seeing his chest rise and fall with each breath he took.

He was perfect. In every possible way, he was beautiful.

I finally forced myself to look away and take a step toward the bathroom. I was at the club tonight for some business I had to take care of, it was successful as I am here... alive and happy.

I take a shower quickly and exit the bathroom with a towel around my waist, I look towards Minho's once sleeping body and notice him rubbing his eyes tiredly.

I smile at him and walk into the closet, putting on sweats. I walk out of the closet—drying my hair and Minho looks up at me.

"I didn't mean to wake you darling" I walk up to him and caress his cheek gently.

"I'm glad you did" Minho sits up, grabbing my hand that was on his cheek and holding it. He looks up at me sadly "I missed you"

"You saw me this morning and talked to me on the phone nonstop throughout the day" I look at him smugly. I missed him too but seeing his sadness change into irritation was cute.

"You're not funny, and I know you missed me too"

I chuckle "I missed you too"

"I already knew this baby, now lay with me"

I roll my eyes with a small smile on my face, giving in to his request and getting into bed. His body automatically clings to mine.

He lets out a sigh of contentment and that makes me look down at him as his head lays on my chest. His fingers danced around my naked torso, tracing shapes. I can feel his eyelashes graze my chest as he blinks.

"Do you like what you do?" He whispers into the darkness of our room. "Like owning the club and all the illegal stuff that comes with it?"

My eyes watch his fingers "Yes and no", his fingers stop for a second before moving again.

"Why yes?"

I knew he was asking because we hadn't had the time to talk more about what I did for a living after he found out. Nothing changed between us after, everything was normal except the fact that he knew where I was when I wasn't with him, he knew I was most likely doing illegal shit which felt oddly relieving. I didn't have this huge secret I was hiding from him and it honestly felt great.

"It's helped me survive throughout the years, I don't know where I will be or what I would be doing right now if I hadn't met Changbin" I stop, remembering the night I met the male. "He helped me get into all this shit but he also helped me survive it and not get killed... I was so careless at first"

Minho stood quiet for a second, pulling away to where he was now facing me—I look at him and he whispers "I'm glad you met him"

"Me too"

His eyes drift to his hand that is now laid flat on my chest, "So why no?"

His eyes find mine, waiting for my answer. I sigh softly "Disappointment". His eyebrows pulled together with a frown on his face. "I told you how I drunk a lot in the beginning, I always did it to try and forget the losses in my life. With drinking it can either go two ways, you forget or you think. Throughout the years I had nights where all I did was think, about my parents... you"

"What did you think about it?"

"Everything and nothing", He grew confused and I chuckled. " I just mean I thought about how it was when my mom was here and my dad, I thought about how I met you and how close you were with my dad... and nothing, well sometimes I liked to think and imagine how it would be like if I hadn't lost anyone. What would my life look like if my mom never died in the first place, would I have met you... probably not. I thought about if I was okay with that. I thought about how much my mom would have loved you, just as much my dad did" My voice grew quiet, feeling my throat suddenly tighten.

"And I know I would've loved her, just by the things you tell me... I know how much she meant to you". I stood quiet, thus making him slide his hand up my chest to find my cheek. "I don't know your mom, but I did know your dad. I know this ain't the life he probably imagined for you but I do know that he wouldn't be disappointed. You've been through a lot and yet here you are, healthy... not dead and off the deep end" I chuckle and he does the same "I think he would be proud that you didn't give into all those negative thoughts that you've collected throughout the years"

I wanted the topic to change as I felt my mood change. "You know my mom and dad always talked about building their dream home together?"

Minho's eyes lit up "Really? You've never told me this"

I nod softly "Yeah, they always talked about it and even started to save up. It was always random, like the topic would always go to it and it ended up with them in a debate about whether they will let me choose blue or green for my wall color. My dad was fully against blue, he said it's a sad color"

Minho smiled softly at me as I fully changed the subject from sad to happy. "Do you still want that blue or green room?" He says playfully.

I think for a moment and my eyes look around the dark room before looking back to him "Maybe pink"

He laughed loudly and shook his head "No"

"Then what about you?"

His laughing became into small chuckles "Me what?"

"What would your dream house look like?"

He shrugs "I haven't thought much about that actually. Which is weird because you know I think about everything involving my future"

It was true, that Minho was notoriously obsessed with his future since he was young. Yeah, he was a bit careless when we were teens but that was because he quote on quote "Didn't want to miss out on being a teen", so he tried his best to do what he thought teens did. Which was to act out from time to time, go to high school parties, and just experience teen life. All this while still keeping his future in mind.

He laid there and thought for a second, "I don't think I'd want to newly build a house"

"No?"

He shook his head "No, I want something that has history and was loved... something we can make our own and also love"

We, he said we. It was a simple word and he didn't think much about it as the word just flowed out of his mouth naturally.

"What do you think?"

I nod, my fingers running through his soft brunette hair "I like that idea"

He smiled widely and cuddled into me again. He held me tight and let out a happy giggle. I rubbed his bare back as I now grew content, just like I knew he was.

We had never talked about our dream home, only talked about future careers, him more then me. We were young so it made sense that the topic didn't come up but what surprised me was how Minho never thought about it. He was a dreamer and he was also a planner.

I felt how his breathing was slowed and he remained quiet, making me realize he had fallen asleep. I smiled down at him and kiss the top of his head.

"I'll give you everything you want, you deserve it darling" I whisper, knowing he was fast asleep.

*Song rec - die first
by nessa barret*

I mentioned how this chapter was important.
It is. As in the fluff, the deep convo, the gentle touching and gazes. the soft and gentle voices and the overall laying in bed and taking about the future.

Love that for them and they deserve this.

And I of course love y'all, "Darling" is at 1.80k reads. Just know i'm screaming inside and i'm so thankful <3