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[wonumatics]

✰ mingyu x gn. reader ; fluff ; 0.3k

is everything alright? :( 

You gaze at the pastel blue Post-it attached to the cup of tea Mingyu hands over, lips quirking upwards. You look up as he sits next to you on the couch, quiet but eyes soft and full of concern, a reminder that you are not entirely alone. You tighten your grip on the cup, a comforting warmth seeping into your fingers before the words leave your lips, taking with them the burden.

As you speak, the dark clouds hovering around your mind give way to calm reasoning. You should've checked the weather forecast today and accordingly carried an umbrella. You wouldn’t have soiled your shirt had your grip on your can of orange soda been tighter. You could’ve dealt with the paper jam in the printer if you hadn't let the panic of others standing behind in queue, impatiently waiting for their turn to use the printer, overwhelm you.

You should’ve, you could’ve; the list is endless. 

You look away, feeling self-conscious, your rant steadily losing its tempo. You place your cup on the side table. “It’s nothing serious, just a-” 

“Terrible day.” Mingyu completes for you, wrapping his arms around you. Mumbling an affirmative into his shoulder, you let yourself melt into the hug, a hug you needed. Mingyu felt like being bundled up in a blanket on a cold night, and maybe, you think, that maybe not all things were unsalvageable.   

With a light squeeze, he pulls you closer. “Should we order from that place on Fourth Street for dinner?” 

Seated on your ancient couch in your far-from-perfect shared apartment and realising that he will be there for you and you for him, you don’t think a better moment could describe love. Shifting from your position to face him and warmth rushing to your face, you reply. “I love you.”

He stares at you, processing your confession (which he hopes is the first of many to come). 

“Me or,” he raises an eyebrow, “the pad see ew?”

“You.”

The sheer bluntness in your monosyllabic answer makes his heart soar. Biting the inside of his cheek to stop the stupid grin threatening to take over, he kisses your forehead. “I love you too.”