𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 || 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

Chapter 9

Han and Minho became lovers about three months ago. They had difficulties to adjust their private life together with their idol life at first. However, the whole group supported them, which was really important for the couple and for the stability of the band itself. Everything was absolutely perfect. Excepted the fact that they were overworked and exhausted all the time and barely had time for themselves. To deal with this abusive system, the lovers just met after work to sleep in the same bed or walked each other to their own room as always and shared a kiss about 3 or 4 times a week.

Once, Minho decided to offer one of his sweatshirt to Han. He previously slept with it in order to impregnate his smell in the cloth. This way, Han could sleep comfortably without his lover, as he kept complaining about it and about missing his boyfriend's smell. When he took the sweatshirt back to his room, he held it against him hardly, sliding down his wall with the biggest smile in the universe. Han was basically whipped for Minho, absolutely in Love. The kind of love that makes you feel insane, that makes you feel on top of the world, the kind of love you remember every detail from, the kind of love you never want to end, the kind of love that absolutely destroys you when it does end, if not kill you. But they didn't realize it yet.

"I'll do anything for that boy." Han thought out loud, holding even harder on the sweatshirt.

He just refused to stop holding it close to him. The young man remained on the floor, breathing his boyfriend's scent in non stop. Eventually, Han's back started to be painful, which was the only reason he got up. Once he got up, he lied in his bed, grabbing his phone with his free hand.

"I hope you like my hoodie." Minho texted him. Han smiled.

"I absolutely do baby, I can't even put it away lol"

"Aww my love, that's adorable. I'd love it if you gave me one of your shirts too tbh" Minho sent back with a red heart emoji.

The youngest was absolutely enthusiastic about it. "No problem, I'd also love to Minho" He answered with another red heart.

"I've been thinking about you non stop, I need your smell too."

"In which way have you been thinking about me, darling ?" Jisung wanted to tease. However, he wasn't sure if he should have sent this text or not, after all it was risky of him.

"Oh, you don't want to know." Minho replied, with an even riskier text. Han felt naughty butterflies filling his tummy when he read what his lover sent him.

"Why wouldn't I ? I want to know, baby. I really do."

"Say please ?" Minho giggled at himself for that. It wasn't that much, but the mood was different.

Han kicked his feet in the air. "Please, honey ?" He obeyed.

"Good boy." The elder wrote down, with a smirk behind his phone's screen. Even him was flustered by his own texts.

When Han saw that, he felt his ears become warm and red, just like his face. He yelled in a pillow, being attacked by butterflies again.

"Oh my god." He whimpered to himself before replying to the pleasant praise.

"Did you just call me a good boy ?"

"Do you like it ?" Minho was worried, not sure if his lover loved it as much as he did.

"Hell yes I like it !! Please call me that way again whenever you want baby" Han sent back, smiling at his phone while reading the nickname again. "However, could you tell me in which way you think about me ? I obeyed you." He sent another text.

When Minho saw it he panicked a little. "Why won't you forget about that ? TT"

"Because you started, so please finish."