The Glade's Stories ( Under Editing)

Afterglow

The wind messed your hair while you was stroking your sheets with no apparent reason. It was a vicious cicle whenever you were mad, just doing nosense things.
It seems like you were always mad in the past week. And the fact that you avoided Minho as much as you could didn't seem to help as you intended.
You have been lunching with Winston and Jeff and having dinner alone in your bed, but since "your bed" was just a sheet and a blanked on the floor, it wasn't the most comfortable place to eat. Or sleep.

And you miss Minho so much. You miss spending time with him, his kisses, his smell... You miss his poor jokes and his sassy smirk, it hurt so much that looked like a constant stomach ache.

But you would never give yourself up.
The way he talked to you and yell... He offended you! You'll be dammed if you let anyone talk to you like that.
No fucking way. Maybe you'll start dating Thomas just to teach Minho a lesson.

But then... You heard someone calling your name.
And it wasn't any other voice.
You knew that voice.
Too well.

Your heart skipped a beat.

"what do you want, Minho" you asked without turning back. You didn't knew if you were going to be strong enough to look at him in the eyes.

"what do you mean ' what do I want'? I wanna talk to you, I wanna say I'm sorry for being such a jerk."

A pause.

" Would you please at least look at me?"

You turn to face him, a decisive look plasted in your face. You wouldn't give in... No matter how good looking he was. You wouldn't!

There he was, hands on his pockets. His biceps muscles almost tearing his shirt.
But he looks miserable by all the meanings.

"I'm looking, Minho." You answered, refusing to let the tears roll over your cheeks.

"Baby... " He started, getting a little more closer to you, apparently afraid of coming to close and frights you. Like you were a scared deer."Please, I'm so so sorry."

"Sorry won't make things right, Minho. You insulted me!"

"I-I know, I know... I fucked up. But... I was drunk, a-and...

"No shit! I don't care if you were drunk. I'm not your property... You can't tell me what to do."

Minho dropped his head, his broad shoulders following its lead.

"I know, I know! I fucked up. I know that. It's on me." His tone was so miserable that you have to fight with your own instinct to hug him. You stood there, firm." But, i didn't mean that, you have to believe me. Is just...i couldn't stand seeing another man touching you like that. I lost my mind. I... i'm so sorry that i hurt you. I don't wanna lose this with you. I love you."

It was something so unusual seeing the almighty Minho begging like that, that for a second you forgot why you was mad at him in the first place.
He seemed in the verge of tears. And you was so alarmed.
So... He really missed you. He really care about you.

And, he loves you?

"Minho..."

"I really mean it. I love you and I need you."He risk getting a little closer and seemed to be relieved that you didn't flinch away. "This past few weeks had been...the worse."

"Despite what you may think, this between us is more than sex to me. I need you by my side."

You run to his arms and he passed them around your body, holding you like a piton and kissing your forehead in a lovely way.

"I love you too, despite what you may think."

You both laughed and you closed your eyes leaning against his chest and let his smell dance through you nostrils, getting a litte lightheaded.

"I missed you so much." you tell him, staring at his eyes and they flickered. Without being able to control himself anymore he kissed you really slowly, his fingers gently stoking your hair as the other hand pushed you even closer to him.
He was so cute being romantic.

"Don't you ever do that again." You told him, when we pull out for breathe." If you call me a slut again is over for good."

"I won't, babe. I swear."

You smile at his promise, nuzzling your face at the crook of his neck.

" Now c'mon, let's make some little Minhos."

Smiling, you hit him hard on his left arm as he guides you to his bedroom.