minho

You were in your dressing room, the quiet place after going through the whole set. Only the barely perceptible sound of people talking outside could be heard, they felt far away. You were on Minho’s lap, curled up against him. You had your chin resting on his shoulder while his arms held you, one around my waist, and with the other hand he held his cell phone, going over his MC lines for that day. You could feel his relaxed breathing. He was focused on his phone, mumbling under his breath. Every now and then, his gaze would drift to you and he would smile embarrassedly, still paying attention to you.— “Are you comfortable there? I promise I won’t move if you keep going like that” he whispered, in an amused tone, without taking his attention away from the screen. You nodded, without saying anything. Feeling his presence like that, so close, was enough to calm you down. Sometimes I would pause my practice just to gently caress your back.—“Do you know that this makes me want to forget about the lines and just stay here with you?”