"Y/N, I am home," you heard your boyfriend's voice followed by a not-so-loud thud of the keys being tossed on the kitchen slab. You quickly slid under the blanket, wiping your tears.
"Are you asleep?" You heard again as he screeched open the door of your shared bedroom, tiptoeing inside.
"No, i am awak-," you turned around after a while, still under your blanket only to leave your sentence midway and closing your eyes shut. "Oh I am so-sorry I- uh," you covered your face with the blanket, sliding underneath quickly. The sight that made you act this way was your shirtless boyfriend. He was probably changing into his night tee, thinking you were asleep.
It didn't make you uncomfortable. But it sure made Rocky uncomfortable. You knew it. He has always been the shy and unexpressive type. It was all okay, but he seemed to fall out of love. He didn't even once say his feelings in front of you. He avoided physical contact. And more than anything, he was simply dumb with relationships.
"Wh- it's ok-okay Y/N. Not a big deal, I am done." You heard him say as he swiftly tossed the other shirt aside, seating on the couch.
You got up and sat on the bed, blaneket still covering you, "I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Minhyuk. I am sorry." You watched as his expressions went to confused from blank.
"I- it's okay. Why are you being like this?" He leaned forward, setting his hands on his knees.
"I know you don't like all this stuff. I just know," you looked down, avoiding his gaze. "Maybe you are even out of love too." You whispered. Rocky heard it. He quickly jumped up on the bed, sitting beside you, cross legged.
"Why did you call me Minhyuk?" He was clever enough to pretend he didn't hear the last part.
"What do you mean? That's your name." You looked at him, nose scrunched up.
"But you named me Rocky. You've bever called me Minhyuk since then. What's wrong, tell me?" He held your hand in his, caressing it with his thumb, lightly. You felt relaxed, unusually.
"I feel like you don't love me anymore. I am not complaining about you being unexpressive, I know I accepted you just the way you are. I don't even want you to do anything you don't want to, but do you not love me anymore? It's been six months of our relationship now. You haven't even confessed once. I need to know if you like me or my insecurities will only grow." He looked at you patiently as you finished off, tears welling up inside your eyes.
"I love you," he said, out of blue. It was so sudden, you almost forgot to breathe. Park Minhyuk just told you that he loves you after being your boyfriend for six goddam months!
You looked at him in disbelief, blinking a few times, before finally letting your lashes fall down, a sigh escaping your lips. All the welled up tears now fell on your cheeks, messing up your face.
"You look so beautiful," you heard him say again as he smiled. Frowning, you hit his shoulder, "You are supposed to wipe the girl's tears when she's crying, stupid!"
"Oh right oh," he mouthed, before bringing his sleeves up to his hands and mercilessly rubbing it on your face.
"Y-yaah yah! Stop, it hurts." You jerked his hand, careful enough to not hurt him. "But you said wipe the girl's tears. Are you talking about Peanut? She isn't crying though." He pouted, pointing over to the cat that was drinking the milk down there.
"Rocky!" You whined, wiping your own tears. "You are 21! You don't know anything about dating? It's been six months with me already. What do I do with you?"
"I am sorry, I don't kn-know what to do. How do I wipe your tears? I called you beautiful because you looked beautiful, really. And I said I love you because you asked me to."
"So you didn't say it because you actually love me? Gosh, Rocky, I-" He placed his lips on yours quickly, pushing you down on the bed, slowly. He placed his hand under your head, playing with your hair as he smoothly deepened the kiss.
You were more than shocked. Park Minhyuk saying I love you and kissing you. On the same day. God!
After what felt like ages, he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours as he tried catching his breath. "The internet told me that the best way to shut a girl up is to kiss her." He said, his cheeks turning in a light shade of red.
"You really searched that up?" You asked, keeping your hand on his arm.
"I guess I did. I wanted to make you happy. I have been trying since so long. Searching things on google and asking my hyungs. Even Sanha was better at this than me." He lied down next to you, flat on his back.
You laughed a little. "Sorry for being a bad boyfriend. I'll try and be a good one." He said, grabbing your hand in his. You smiled, looking into his eyes.
"You were pretty good at-" you stopped, softly glancing at his lips, "-this though," it barely came out as a whisper. He blushed again but then a smirk formed on his lips.
"I practiced a lot."
"You WHAT?! WITH WHO?!"
"Sanha," he shurgged casually, trying to hold in his laughter.
"Gwah Rocky I thought you were serious!"
"I am serious."
"Very funny." You laughed giving in the urge to peck his lips again.
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I wrote this in a bad mood but it turned out cute lol. I love Sanhyuk! 😢💗
