My Lovely Husband || meanie

15. Never discuss about ex on a Date

A/N:
I apologize beforehand for the brevity of this chapter!
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Mingyu

"Who is this Soonyoung guy?" I ask, trying to keep my tone casual.

"My ex," comes his nonchalant reply, and I find myself at a loss for words. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine discussing my future husband's ex-boyfriend. His curious eyes study my reaction, taking in every small detail, and I start fidgeting under his gaze. I know he's waiting for a response, something he can interpret as meaningful.

"Oh!" I manage to say after a brief pause, deliberately avoiding his eyes as I sip my coffee. When I glance back, I see he's trying hard not to laugh, but the way his body tremors and his lips quirk upwards give him away. I roll my eyes. "C'mon, go ahead and laugh at my face," I grumble.

He bursts out laughing. "You should've seen your face," he says, wiping imaginary tears from the corners of his eyes. I glare at him, feeling slightly embarrassed. "You looked like you didn't even want to be here."

"Well, what am I supposed to do if my future husband brings up his ex on our date?" I huff, running a hand through my thick hair in frustration. He's turned a slight shade of red and biting his lower lip to stifle his amusement, but his expression quickly changes to a sly grin.

"So, you think this is a date?" he prompts, nibbling on his inner cheek while placing his coffee cup on the table.

"What else would it be?" I scoff, rolling my eyes. "I'm not oblivious to what we're doing here." He nods to himself, taking another eager sip of his coffee. The silence that follows feels more pronounced than ever.

I clear my throat awkwardly, finally catching his attention. His teasing smile still lingers at the corners of his thin lips, making my cheeks flush."So, you and... that Soonyoung guy," I begin hesitantly. He tries hard not to chuckle as he waits for me to finish. "Were you a thing back in university?" He doesn't even take a second before breaking into laughter, throwing his head back. I settle for glaring at him but I know it lacks the intensity that I want to show, my face growing hotter with embarrassment. When he finally calms down, he flashes me a warm smile.

"Soonyoung and I weren't 'a thing,'" he clarifies, the smile never wavering. I'm drawn to his pretty face despite myself. He quickly explains, "Soonyoung is another best friend of mine.We've been close since we were toddlers, and trust me, he's crazier than Jun." He smiles fondly at the memory, and I silently resolve not to like Soonyoung, though I can't say it out loud.

"So, where is he now?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant. He props his chin on his palm, his lashes fluttering slightly under the orange glow of the afternoon sun. "He's in Japan," he replies, finishing the last bit of chocolate mousse.

"How did you come out to your parents?" I ask, shifting the topic but inadvertently choosing another heavy one. He looks at me with confusion, the fork still between his lips, and I laugh. "I don't have a pleasant memory of it, so I was curious," I explain.

"It wasn't much of an ordeal for me," he hums, setting down an empty plate and looking at me. "I already knew Jun was bisexual and Soonyoung was pansexual, so it wasn't hard for me to come out." Okay the Soonyoung guy seems to pop up everywhere.

"Okay, then how did you realize you're gay?" I ask, steering the conversation again. He seems amused by my curiosity and takes a sip of his coffee.

"I had a few male crushes here and there," he begins, his voice thick with nostalgia. "But I had this huge crush on a boy in high school who didn't even know I existed," he laughs at the memory, though the sadness in his eyes is evident.

Sensing my concern, he quickly waves a hand. "Don't worry, it was a long time ago. I got over it soon since I only saw him for a few months."

"So, you didn't even confess?" I ask, my curiosity gnawing at me and compelling me to dig deeper into the details about that boy. Not that I'm planning on using my charms to impress the man before me, definitely not. He laughs at my question, shaking his head slightly.

"He doesn't even know me, dude," he scoffs, his tone laced with a hint of self-deprecation.

"Who are you calling dude?" I retort, feigning offense and keeping a straight face. "That's offensive!"

"Really!" he replies, playing along with a playful glint in his eyes. "So, what do you want me to call you by?"

The curve on his lips is tempting, as is the mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "How about we start off with something sweet?" I suggest, my words dripping with honey as they leave my lips. "My dear."

His reaction is priceless; his face turns a deep crimson, the blush spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. For the first time, I understand why people long for pale skin—it's beautiful, at least on him, with every blush-painted hue making him all the more captivating.