Minho raised his eyebrow. You twirled under his judging eyes, scared of what he might think. Truthfully, it was a little more risque than you usually went for, but you wanted this night to be about proving yourself. And that you deserved Choi Minho from SHINee.
"Isn't that a little much?" He asked, stalking towards you. It's been months, years, nearly five, since you've gotten together and yet his gaze still gave you butterflies. He fingered the lace fabric of your fairy costume, frowning in disapproval. Your confidence began to drop little by little as his hooded eyes traced out every flaw of your body. From the little pudge of a belly sticking out, to your love handles creating wrinkles aboves your hips and when he finally reached your eyes, it took every effort for you to not cry.
He didn't notice though, probably because he was still appraising you. Taking a deep breath, you reached for his strong, tan arm. "I just thought it would be a nice change..,"
He glanced up at you surprised, "A nice change from what?"
"From boring old me," you muttered under your breath, taking a step back. "If you don't like i-"
"Why on earth would I want a change from you?" He asked, grabbing your arm in his hand. Dammit. He did have a good sense of hearing. Kibum had warned you about that. His eyes glare a hole into you and all you want to do is slink away. His eyes could see everything. All of your flaws. Minho didn't let up. He never does. "We're not leaving for the party until you tell me what's going on," he said, jaw jutting out. He's serious, you know he is, but when he does things like this, a small chuckle always manages to weasel out.
You sighed, flopping onto the couch, not wanting to argue. Soon, long legs were in your view and you were pulled up to your feet by your chin. "What's wrong?" he asked. Your mood swings were getting more frequent now. His hand wrapped around your waist, an action that's sweet, and perhaps even needed, but you cringed. All your fat, he was touching it. There was a time you were confident in yourself. Perhaps before Minho. Before you had see the rigorous training he went through daily and the girls! Working out everyday, starving themselves for days.
"I just thought you might like something a little different," you said, playing with the button on his shirt. He was dressed as a prince and standing next to him was more daunting that before. His hand slips under the frilly skirt of the costume and you gasp, pushing his hand away. "Choi Minho!" He grinned at you, testing you before his hand dives under again. You squirmed in his grasp before finally managing to wriggle out of his hold and before you can comprehend the situation, your hand hits his face with a resonating smack. You scurried closer to him, hand soothing his sore skin, "I'm sorry!" you cried out, but he grabbed your hand.
"What's wrong," he asked evenly. "And I'm not gonna fucking ask you again," His hand is hot and rough against the back of yours and you slightly whimper. His grip loosens, but his eyes bore deeper into yours. Sighing, you rest your head on his shoulder. "Why date me when all those girls are so much better?"
"Better?" He asked, venom dropping from his voice, "Better how?"
"They.. they look so much better! And, I mean really, you're around gorgeous people all day long and look at me, Minho. I'm no where near as pretty as those other girls,"
"You're pretty to me. I like you- I love you,""I see them," you whispered quietly. "I know everyone wonders how this happens. I read what the fans say. I know-"
"But I think you're pretty,"
You scoff. "You're free to think what you want, but you're one out of everyone else and come on, Minho, let's be frank. Those girls are way better looking-"
A large hand covered your mouth. "Firstly, do you know how much makeup I have to put on? It's a lot more for girls, women. Secondly, it doesn't matter what others think. You're with me. My opinion of you matters. Your opinion of me matters."
