Mingyu Shorts

Matter Baby

"Would you rather eat a four-day-old hotdog or a matter baby?"

The question comes out of nowhere. It's been months since the two of them have talked and even longer since she'd heard a playful cheer wrap around the sultry syllables that his mouth created. They both leaned against the railing on the top of the building where they stood and stared out at the city below. Her hair whipped around in the wind as she giggled. A small smile making its way to his lips as she shook her head and fought back a smile of her own.

"What's a 'matter baby'" and then she caught it.

"Nothin' what's the matter with you?" He slung his arm around her shoulders to pull her close. She rolled her eyes and glanced up at him.

The smiles fell slowly from each of their faces as the realisation hit. Time did not heal all. Time could not fix a broken heart nor could it reverse love. Time was not omnipotent and all-knowing. Time was just a concept, it wasn't fact or fiction, it couldn't disappear, but sometimes it did stop. Sometimes it came to a world-shattering halt. When her lips met his, she remembered that time was relative, at least to a point, and that even if the first kiss came to an end and he pulled away; she could always pull him back and start all over again. So she did. Because who needs air when she could just breathe him in instead. Who would want to spend any more time apart when she could finally just meld into his broad chest and keep her lips connected to his forever.

See, Mingyu started the kiss. He was the one that initiated the intimate moment. The one that let his eyes wander for too long. The one that closed the distance, but she decided that it would be up to her when it would end. It was when they pulled apart the second time that she realised she would always be stuck stopping time for the silly man that would always start it.