CREAM PUFFS.
mingyu’s heart is heavier than usual today.
as he ate breakfast right across you, paying your attention to your cereal and the phone in your hand, he wanted to slap it all away from the table and scream. scream a never ending fuck you and leave the house a burning mess.
the night before, you smelled like cream puffs.
you said you hated cream puffs because they were so sweet, and you were conscious about how much sugar there is in it. it made you feel sick. even the smell made you want to run your way to the restroom.
mingyu understood, at first. maybe you were at a local bakery with friends and maybe it smelled like cream puffs there, but then he got a notification from one of your friends on instagram.
he was accidentally tagged on a post with you also tagged in it.
you were sitting on a lap of an unknown guy, and mingyu knew all too well what it meant. you were kissing him on the lips, all too careless and free from the eyes of your boyfriend. seconds later, his tag was removed from the post, and after a few more seconds that followed, the post was deleted.
he’s had enough. but would he ever speak up about it?
never.
he’s hurting, but he was also content.
he was content having you.
you could hurt him all you want, he wouldn’t care.
because kim mingyu loves you so fucking much, he would do anything just to have his heart in your touch.
but why wouldn’t you do the same to him?
