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Dating Minho was always an experience of discovering her triggers and behaviors. When Minho asked Seungmin to move in, this experience became her whole life, which was why Seungmin was now staring at a sulky Minho across the room.
Minho had been acting weird all week. Audibly sighing, eating less, and ignoring the pudding and ice cream, Seungmin made sure to restock their fridge. Her girlfriend loved those. Something must've happened.
But Minho was difficult. She was skittish like a cat, preferring to avoid direct confrontation unless she was the one to initiate it. Seungmin knew her well, but she also felt like she didn't know Minho at all. So, she waited for an opening.
Minho finally paused the anime she had decided to binge-watch and sighed again, this time tiredly. Seungmin closed her notebook, walking towards their couch and sitting next to the curled form of Minho. She was resting on the armrest, her legs to the side, half-bent.
“Unnie.” Seungmin started, and Minho hummed. “I was thinking of ordering takeout for dinner. We can ask something from that place you loved last time.”
Minho liked cooking, but she also liked not having to do any work. Usually, the mere mention of food was enough to make her eyes shine, and her bunny smile show up. That time, though, all that Seungmin got was Minho pressing her lips together and diverting her eyes.
Seungmin didn't like her girlfriend this way. Something was wrong. Minho didn't act like this.
“What is going on?” she asked, and Minho looked back at her. A practiced smile came to her lips, but Seungmin had seen the truth now.
“Nothing’s going on-”
“There's a limited edition cat-shaped pudding sitting in our fridge, and you haven't touched it for 3 days. That's a lot.” Seungmin pointed out, and Minho sighed again. “Baby, talk to me. This isn't you…”
Seungmin held Minho's hands, caressing them with her thumb and bringing a genuine smile to Minho's lips. Her anime was officially forgotten. They stayed in that position for a few minutes, and Seungmin gave her all the space she needed. Minho was gathering up courage. Seungmin could see it.
“You're right. This isn't me… It’s just- Ugh, you know how I'm taking that dancing course?”
Seungmin nodded. Minho had talked her ear off about how she got the chance to participate in a famous choreographer workshop course. Seungmin was happy for her, but now that she mentioned it, she could notice a pattern in her behavior changing since…
“They've told me I'm fat. Like, really fat. Every day. Called me fatty cat and everything…” If it weren't for Minho's immediate pout after that sentence, Seungmin would think she was joking. But no, she was really serious. “And then they told me I should lose weight to continue dancing with them.”
Seungmin blinked a few times, not believing what she was hearing.
“They did what!?” Seungmin asked too high-pitched and saw Minho curl around herself even more, trying to get away from Seungmin.
Right, her girlfriend was skittish. Minho didn't want anger, that she had plenty. She wanted comfort, something Seungmin could and would give her anytime.
“Baby… First of all, you're not fat. Second of all, there's literally no problem if you were, because you're gorgeous and the best dancer I've ever known, regardless. Your talent and passion don't change with your weight.” Seungmin said softly, seeing Minho hesitate and her ears getting slightly reddish.
“No. But they're right… I should diet, stop with pudding and-”
Seungmin wouldn't listen to such nonsense.
“Oh yeah? Then, where is your fat unnie? Uh? Is it here?” Seungmin moved closer to her, seeing Minho's eyes widen when Seungmin boldly got her hands under her shirt and tickled her. The reaction was an immediate laugh. “Or here? Orr… here?”
Minho squirmed under her, trying to get Seungmin away, but her love for her girlfriend meant she would never use force against Seungmin. She was safe, getting on top of Minho as she tickled and squeezed her in all places possible.
“Stop! S-Stop! I don't like tickles! Ah, Kim Seungmin!” Minho giggled and tried to resist, but Seungmin didn't stop.
“Oh, come on, unnie, I'm just looking for your fat! Oh, here's a bunch, should I come and bite it?” Seungmin smirked, leaning close and just tickling some more. “Uhm, I think I should bite it, or squeeze it. What do you think?”
Minho needed some more time to recover. She kept panting after the tickling session, and her shirt had ridden up with how determined Seungmin attacked her. She looked gorgeous with her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and her stomach showing.
Now that Seungmin stared at her from this angle, she could say that Minho did have a belly that wasn't there a few months before. But it was just a tiny pouch, something so cute that Seungmin felt cute-aggressiveness over her girlfriend.
Minho barely had time to react before Seungmin leaned in and kissed her lips. It wasn't a soft kiss as anyone would expect. It was a bit hungry, a bit passionate. The sort of kiss that starts with desire, and suddenly there's tongue and bodies moving. Seungmin's hands traveled Minho's body, squeezing her boobs and drawing out a moan from her. Minho, in return, grabbed Seungmin's neck, melted in the kiss, and then pulled her hair to make Seungmin moan.
They parted ways when they needed air. Saliva connects their mouths in a thread, and their cheeks are hot. Both pupils, wide-eyed, stared at each other.
“You're perfect, Minho. Fatty cat or not.” Seungmin wanted to tease, but her voice came out soft, and even though Minho snorted with a roll of eyes, she pecked Seungmin's lips again.
“I hate you so much,” Minho whispered against her lips, and Seungmin smiled.
“You try. But you love me.” Seungmin whispered back, pecking her lips one more time. “And I love you, and I'm here to love you in every shape or form. Please, don't listen to them. You're perfect.”
“You don't believe in perfection.” Minho retorted.
“I believe in you, it's close enough.” Seungmin easily admitted, and the sudden silence and lack of reaction made her think she had said the wrong thing.
Minho reacted weirdly when she said weird things, except that time, Minho only used a few seconds of silence before she fully attacked her with her lips and arms. They fell on the floor in a tangled mess of bodies, but Minho protected her head from the impact while also kissing her some more.
Dating Minho was always an experience of discovering her triggers and behaviors. Seungmin discovered that being a good girlfriend makes Minho horny.