𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ - minhyun x eunwoo ff (completed)

✧*̥˚ 17 | the truth *̥˚✧

I'm watching as Minhyun's preparing pasta for our dinner. He's a little clumsy and cute as he cooks but I especially loved how he would continuously break out in song every now and then. His voice was effortless, dreamy, and smooth like honey - it does things to my heart.

I couldn't help but keep on watching him. My gosh I must've looked like such a creep but I thought it was so adorable, how comfortable he looked; he was like in his own little world, and I was just so incredibly grateful that I get to be a part of it. How did I even get here?

I think about all the things I wanted to talk to him about, especially about the news of him dating his co-star but I didn't want to break this seemingly fragile moment. Fearing the possibility of ever losing this with him, losing him. I just wanted to continue to exist in his presence in blissful ignorance.

He sets down a plate of his freshly cooked pasta in front of me and finally sits down.

"Woaah (와~) Thank you~ (고마워~)" I say to him as I pick up my chopsticks, "Looks delicious! (너무 맛있겠다 보인다!)"

"I can't believe I'm going to eat something cooked by Hwang Minhyun," I said jokingly but I meant it. I really couldn't believe it; also, it truly looked yummy, I wasn't kidding.

"Noo (아니야~)" He laughs humbly, "You haven't even tried it yet."

I take a bite of the pasta as he watches me intently for my reaction.

"Mmm~ it's good!" I mumble with my mouth full.

"Really?" He asks, sounding a bit surprised at my reaction, so tries some too.

He nods slowly as he chews, his eyes grow big & round quietly approving of his own cooking. Cute.

We enjoyed wholesome conversation and caught up over dinner. I told him about my Fashion Week experience and he shared about his trip to Milan. I really missed talking to him. Our conversation always flowed so naturally and never felt one-sided.

When we finished our meal, I helped to clear the plates while he cleaned up the table. While washing the plates, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of needing to get the topic out of the way. Despite how much I wanted to avoid it, I decided to just ask before the ship sailed too far.

"So...." I start and pause for a bit before continuing cautiously, "About the news..."

"Are you really dating So Hyun?" I finish my question.

Without hesitation, he answers, "No, it's not true."

At these words of his, the invisible ropes tied around my heart dissolved in a flash. The wave of relief I felt was so great, I honestly wanted to cry.

"I really wanted to message you when the news first broke out, but my Manager advised me to stay lowkey and refrain from contacting you for a little while till the buzz died down," He continued to explain.

"I'm really sorry for letting you go on not knowing the truth for so long," I feel his arms wrap around me while I'm standing over the sink, and he nestles his head in my neck. I surrender and melt into the way he enveloped me.

I quickly wash the soap off my hands and turn around to face him; I look up at his sincere eyes, his body still resting against mine. My hands are still a little wet but I lay them on his warm chest, feeling it rise and fall slowly.

"I'm sorry," I say, feeling guilty for ever doubting him.

"Why are you sorry?" his eyes questioned mine.

"For not trusting you enough," I admitted, feeling ashamed.

"No, don't be sorry. It was fair for you to have your doubts."

"It's on me to make sure you feel secure," he finished.

I felt a rush of love come over me, but I also felt bad that he put it on himself. It wasn't his fault that the false story was publicized. It must have been hard for him too; affecting his career.

All I knew is that I forgave him, and I would trust him fully from now on; I had my closure and was ready to move on from the topic.

I wrap my arms around him to hug him tightly and I bury my face in his chest, snuggling into it like I did on the bed that night in Paris.

"I feel secure like this," I say but my voice comes out muffled.

He laughs, and I feel him peck my head before he cradles my face in his hands, tilting it up to face him. He then leans in for a tender kiss.

Slowly, the kiss builds up becoming more and more urgent. More intense. Suddenly he pulls away with a really cheeky expression on his face. Like he had a great idea.

"Wanna shower together?" he asks.

I felt something feral awaken in me in
response to his question. Instead of replying with words, I reach to eagerly take off his shirt without hesitation. Once his shirt is off, he leans in to kiss me again, and I could feel him smile while his lips were still on mine; as if he was happy with my 'answer'.

We continue to strip off our clothes as we make our way the bathroom. All the way till we were down to just our underwear. I trace the soft milky white skin of his exposed bare chest, abs, arms and shoulders. My eyes savoured his tall, slender and attractive body. I looked up into his eyes that reflected the same passionate hunger and desire as mine.

Our movements wild and desperate. Our kiss grows darker and deeper, and I feel his fingers delicately trace down my collarbone. He tenderly caresses my breasts. He's touching places he's never touched before and it sends tremors through me. My body tingles as his hands continue up my back.

He leans in with his eyes closed, his nose nudges mine gently and he asks for my consent, "Can I?"

"Yes," I reply in almost like an exhale and I feel him proceed to unfasten my bra effortlessly.

It slips off me and I realize that I was in my most vulnerable state right now. Despite being fully naked, I felt safe. I felt seen. I felt loved. Especially by the way his eyes adored all of me with so much passion. He made me feel extremely beautiful, like he only had eyes for me.

I could hear our ragged breaths over the sound of the rhythmic falling water from the rain shower which pounded all around us; but we didn't stop. Our wet bodies stuck together. I loved the way his body felt, the way he tasted. We were slowly merging into one being. My senses felt like they were on overdrive. I lose myself in him, and this moment so perfect.

When it finally comes to an end, we realize; it was only just the beginning.