LAVENDER.
mingyu was confused when you went home after a restless night of partying at your friend’s bachelorette’s party, drenched in sweat and lavender perfume. you said you hated the smell of lavender so much that he stopped wearing and buying and even spare a glance to everything that had to do with it.
if you hated it so much, why was your skin practically burning and searing the walls with the scent? wasn’t kibum not a big fan of lavender, too?
and then it all clicked in his head.
it took mingyu an entire night to figure it out, once you were passed out in his arms and now smelling like kim mingyu with his fresh shampoo and always freshly laundered sheets, and he felt so fucking stupid.
he wanted to cry. he wanted to let go of you, and fuck, he loves you so much, but why would you go around hurting him like this?
it felt like a punch to the stomach, and all he had to do was swallow it all and give you a smile every day, hoping that you’d stay with him even though he was hurting and dying and his heart was starting to become empty.
he thought kibum was enough. he thought you would forget about him and stop. stop hurting him. he thought you would come back to loving him the way you used to, but no. he realised he just wasn’t enough.
no one could be enough for you.
that was the only night kim mingyu had held you so close to his chest that you felt his heartbeat and all the hurt you’ve caused him against your fingers.
