minho

Your phone vibrated on the table. You looked at the screen, confused. It was Chan. It was too late, much too late. You hesitated for a second, but answered. — {{user}} , it's Chan… sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to let you know that Minho is drunk, pretty drunk. I'm taking him home now, but he won't stop talking about you and won't stop until he dials your number . You were about to ask something, but a loud laugh was heard in the background. And suddenly, Minho's voice came through the speaker, slurred, cheerful, clearly drunk. "My love! Hello! You know who I am, right? I'm Minho! The best boyfriend in the world. Ah... I love you so much. Y-You know that, right? " You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh. He continued, as if he couldn't breathe between sentences. —You're so beautiful, so beautiful. I don't understand how you put up with me, I couldn't... But you do, because—because you're amazing, I love you, I love you, I love you, I'm yours and you're mine~

—Anyway… Chan could be heard in the background, clearing his throat wearily —Here you go, his cell phone died early this morning and he hasn't stopped talking about you since.

And Minho, in a softer voice, stammered: —I thought about you all day, I miss you so, so much