Hey Shuckface [Minho Imagines]

Minho | Fight [AU]

Last night, I spent hours talking with Thomas- a new student in our school but he's kind though.

I told him my problem about my brother, who's having difficulty in life, smoking in school, drinking alcohols every weekend, who knows?

I don't want my boyfriend-Minho, to know about this. He has his own problems too and I don't want to add one.

Unfortunately, it doesn't go as planned. Minho eventually knew about it, not just about my brother, but the fact that I talked with Thomas and not him.

Minho is short tempered, I know that. We all know that. Right now, I don't know whether he is just jealous or mad or both.

And now, we're in our room together, talking, uhm, arguing about what just happened.

"It was just a simple talk, nothing else." I said.

"Yeah, simple talk. Why didn't you tell me?" I can see Minho's veins popping out through his black shirt.

"I just wanted to clear my head."

"You didn't answer my question." Minho said in a flat voice.

"Fuck it, Minho. I just talked to him! What's the matter with that?" I said-almost yelled.

"I'm your boyfriend, Y/N. You should tell me everything, not him." Minho's voice got dangerously low.

"It's not of a big deal, Minho!" I said, now annoyed.

"Y/N, let me tell you something, I'm always by your side, every. fucking. time. And now this random shank just appeared of nowhere and suddenly he's taking my place. Not of a big deal, huh?" Minho clenches his jaw.

"HE'S NOT TAKING YOUR PLACE, OKAY?" I shouted.

"Feels like it." Minho said, not looking at me.

"SHOULD I SUPPOSED TO SAY SORRY?" I shouted.

"I DON'T KNOW, Y/N." Minho yelled back. This time he looked at me directly in the eye.

"MAYBE I SHOULD, HUH? I'M SO FUCKING SORRY IF I CARE TOO MUCH. I AM SORRY THAT I FUCKING LOVE YOU GODDAMNIT I AM SO SORRY." he said.

I was too stunned by his words. I don't know how respond. It feels like a hole in my chest.

"Do you really think I'm gonna replace you with some other shank out there?" I said, a tear slipping out from my eye.

"And do you know why I told Thomas instead of you?" I asked again.

He didn't respond, he didn't even look at me. But in the short distance I can tell he's holding back his emotions.

"Because I don't want you to worry about me! I don't want to become one of your problems because I know you've had enough!" I said, my voice trailing off as a tear slipped from my eye again.

"I'm trying my best, Minho!" My voice suddenly became quiet because I was trying to hold back these tears. I don't want him seeing me like this.

"I'm trying. And whatever it is I'm doing, it feels like I'm only making it worse." I said.

"I'm sorry for being an emotional idiot." I added. "I'm sorry I fucked up. I'm sorry I'm such an awful girlfriend. I'm sorry for being a mess. I'm sorry-"
My sentence were cut off by Minho roughly kissing my lips, his hands on my cheeks.

I let him kiss me. This is how it's supposed to be. No fighting. No arguing. No shouting.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His arms traveling down my sides then tightly wrapped around my waist.

The kiss was rough and hot as I wander my hands around his neck.

I kissed him back as much passion as he's giving me. I don't want to let go anymore, I want to stay like this forever.

Minho bites down my lip so hard but not enough to hurt me before slightly pulling away.

Our foreheads rested against each other, our positions still the same, my hands wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around my waist.

"All I ever want is the best for you, you know?" Minho said.

"I just love you so much ..." he added. "I'm sorry, baby."

I nodded, "I'm sorry too. I love you," I said. "So so much." And that, I pulled him again for a kiss, his arms tightening around my waist, and we didn't plan on letting go any moment now.

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