Affection || Lee Minho

wonder what it feels like to be loved by you

Your eyes fluttered open to complete darkness.

What-

You blinked and realized you'd fallen asleep.

Crxp.

You quickly rolled out of bed, scrambling to find your dress, and quickly putting it on.

As you stumbled into the living room, you saw Minho

Working-?

He'd changed now, opting for a simple black tshirt and gray sweats. His hair looked wet too.

Somehow he looked hotter now,

"You're awake", he said without turning.

"Yeah", you mumbled, rubbing your head, "how long was I out-?"

He hummed, "two, three hours maybe?"

Your eyes widened, "Why didn't you wake me up Minho?! I had to finish that part and- ugh".

He didn't exactly have a response for that, because he probably should've woken you up.

But when he came back to find you peacefully asleep, he didn't have the heart to do it.

Because that would mean you'd leave.

And he didn't want you to go so fast.

You didn't bother waiting for a reply, "Ugh nevermind, I'm going to go-",

Just then it thundered loudly and you jumped.

"They didn't say anything about a thunderstorm", you mumbled, as you walked over to the window, pulling aside the curtain.

It was raining extremely heavily, and the sky kept lighting up with flashes of purplish white.

At this rate, you'd have to swim home.

"How am I supposed to go home in this", you groaned, trying to steel yourself and be brave.

Just fifteen minutes.

Of driving in blinding rain.

With the occasional heart attack thunderclap.

Minho turned to look at you, and there it was.

Those slightly furrowed brows as you looked out the window.

Asking you to stay was fine right?

For your safety of course.

Because he wanted you to stay.

For your safety.

"You can stay the night", he said quietly, keeping his eyes trained on his laptop.

You turned around.

"What?", you asked cautiously, as if the tone of your voice would make him change his mind.

"Stay the night", he declared this time, "it's too dangerous to drive in this weather."

You blinked, your mind not being able to process what he'd just said.

"Are you sure-?"

He turned to look at you, "Of course y/n. I don't want you to go and dxe trying to get home"

Right.

"Okay", you said, rubbing your arm, "thanks."

"Don't mention it."

What exactly were you supposed to do now?
You were planning on taking a nice shower while crying your eyes out and then getting back to work in comfy sweats and with a cup of wine.