xmh; as it should be
GIFs aren’t mine
Summary: It had been a long day, and when you got to your apartment, there was a surprise waiting for you.
(It’s really cheesy sorry)
Warnings: none, seventeen is too fluffy for warnings
It wasn’t necessarily a bad day, just busy. Where you worked was always popular, but at least the regulars were nice. The really stressful part of the day was closing, you hated the job with a passion. All of your thoughts from the day could catch up with you then. You thought about Minghao, and his well-being. You thought about worst case scenarios and let your mind mull over them, and then roam to even worse ones.
‘What if Minghao hurt himself, and I wasn’t there? Would he hate me, would he be mad?’ You thought to yourself, you knew the answer to all of those worries were no, but sometimes you couldn’t be sure. dating an idol in general was stressful, especially when their group was getting more popular by the song.
‘Am I really what’s best for him?’ That thought had always been with you, since the first time he asked you out on a date. Were you really what was best for Minghao. It was painful to think that you weren’t, but you never asked him to reassure you. Most people think that an imagination is the best thing on the planet, but when your imagination roams to far, it starts to turn your dreams into nightmares.
“(Name), go home. I’ll take care of the rest,” your coworker, and also the head waitress in the restaurant, prodded, “you’ve closed for three days in a row this week. Go relax.” You nodded, and offered her a small, tired smile. She grinned back, and motioned for you to get out the door.
On the way home, you wondered if Minghao would even be back at the apartment. Lately, he was always out with the boys, either filming V-Lives or practicing. While the cold fall air circled around your head, you let the good side of your imagination peek through. You imagined him leading you on a small scavenger hunt, with a huge kiss at the end. You imagined a big dinner, and a walk in the park. This imagination, you happened to like much better.
“Hey, Ming! I’m home!” You shouted, but got no reply. You walked into your bedroom, and dove onto your bed. It was soft and comfortable, and it still smelled like Minghao’s cologne. You snuggled into the sheets, planning to wait for Minghao to get home That is until your stomach had other plans.
You trudged to the kitchen, but stopped halfway there when you heard a voice.
“When is she supposed to be here?! I’ve been waiting thirty minutes! I even went to go get food!” The voice whisper-yelled to himself, and you smiled knowingly. The smirk on your face grew, as you slunk behind Minghao, hands contorted like claws.
“Gotcha!” You shouted, tackling Minghao onto the couch. He screamed, and started to thrash around.
“I know martial arts!”
“I know you know martial arts, Ming,” you replied, as he stopped thrashing, “I’ve been your girlfriend ever since you accidentally punched me in the face on our first date.”
“Oh, it’s just you. I thought there was someone in our house,” Minghao laughed. You feigned a look of hurt, and lifted up a bit, so he could flip himself over.
“Just me?” You asked, “How rude.” Minghao laughed, as he brught you into his chest. The bouncing of his shoulders made you smile, and laugh yourself. It was unusual that you both were awake when the other was in the house, so you tried to make the most of it.
“Oh, I’m sorry, (Name). You aren’t “just you,” you’re just perfect.” His words make your heart flutter, like always. You glanced up at him and pecked him on the lips.
“Thank you, Ming.”
“No problem,” he laughed, looking behind himself for a second, “oh, and I also brought food. It’s takeout, so it’s not much, but it’s your favorite.” Grin widening, you clambered off of him, and raced to the kitchen, where you found two pairs of chopsticks. You knew table manners were important, but you were starving. You hadn’t had anything since your lunch break.
It had been a few minutes, and Ming still hadn’t shown to eat his food. Your brow furrowed, and you went in to check on him, in the living room. He was standing there, dressed in a professional looking tux, cursing and trying to tie his own tie.
“Ming, what’s going on?” You asked, wearily. He spun around, and the look on his face was priceless. It was a mixture of shock and embarrassment. You held in your laughter, and went to tie his tie.
“Well, I wanted to surprise you, but I couldn’t get my tie to tie,” he admitted. You burst into laughter, and looked up at his pouting face.
“You don’t need to do this, Ming. You love me, and that’s enough.”
“Stop ruining the moment, (Name). I’m trying to do something nice,” he protested, “and we both know I’m not very good with words, so, (Name), may I have this dance?” He held his hand out, and you reached out to take it, but pulled away with a smirk on your face.
“I don’t know … are you gonna punch me?”
“I might if you don’t accept my hand,” Minghao replied, playfully with an innocent smile on his face. You grabbed his hand, and he reached over, turning soft classical music on. he pulled you into his chest once more, and rested his head on your shoulder.
The two of you danced in silence. He dipped you, and spun you around, laughing whenever you happened to step on his feet. Your favorite part though, was when he and you sat down on the couch, hand in hand, and just cuddled. He had his head in your lap, and played with your fingers, wiggling them and squeezing them. You, with your free hand, played with his dark brown locks.
“Did you know, that you aren’t only my girlfriend?” Minghao asked. You looked down at him, smiling.
“What else am I?”
“You’re my world, and I love you from the bottom of my heart,” he replied. You leaned down, and kissed him. It wasn’t fast, but it wasn’t slow. It was soft and delicate, but passionate at the same time.
“Xu Minghao, how is it possible to love someone as much as I love you?” You asked. He grinned, and cupped your cheek with his gentle hand.
“It’s not. Our love is one of a kind,” he answered. With that, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, and eventually, the two of you fell asleep. Minghao was still in his tux, and you were still in your uniform, but that didn’t matter. For a little while, everything was as it should’ve been.
Everything was perfect.