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"pay attention to me" [minghao prompt]

w.c: 839 words

prompt: pay attention to me. i'm cute and needy

a/n: mm thank you sm!

You'd been with Minghao a staggering four years now, with your relationship starting not too long after he debuted as an idol. He had his doubts why you'd want to date an idol or if you were doing it simply because he was an idol but you were quick to prove him wrong. There was so much requited love even with a lack of skinship. Carats even adored you and you were heavily involved with them - even in fangirling over your own partner. He found that adorable, even if he never personally admitted it.

Minghao recognised and understood that you loved cuddles and especially attention overall. That's why when promotions were thrust upon him, Minghao felt himself swarming in guilt because he wasn't able to spare you a moment to draw soft patterns on each other's skin or dance to music as you dusted the kitchen in flour while cooking. But with his promotions came his neverending stress and pressure he found hard to relieve. Minghao escaped it all through meditation and you'd never bother him during meditation.

But you still stood the other side of the door, holding your breath as your hand faltered to open the door. No, you thought as you shook your head in disagreement. You couldn't disturb him, not only was it rude but he was already neck deep in issues and the meditation was keeping his cool. What if you broke that? Arguments between the two of you were considerably nasty. A frown painted your face as you let out an exhale through your nose, stepping back from the door.

You wanted him, so bad too. Just to feel his touch and embrace his warmth. Even just for a moment. You wanted more than the brief seconds in bed that he'd hug you until you fell asleep before rolling over himself or the kiss you shared before he left for work. All you wanted was him but you respected his personal space too. With a brave puff of your chest, you shakily pushed the bedroom door handle down and took in the dimly light bedroom.

A soft, peaceful chime resonated every now and then and in the middle of your room sat Minghao on the floor, sat ever so still with his eyes closed. You could barely see the rise of his chest as he breathed. The flame of the closest candle to you flickered in your presence as you quietly shut the door behind you, listening to the soft click it made. He must have known you was here by now as you took gentle, light footed steps towards him and knelt in front of him.

"Hao?" You whispered, eyes glancing over the stillness of his face. Slowly, his eyes opened to adjust to the light of candles as he took in your face. He'd missed it so much, it was refreshing to see it even in this situation.

"Yeah?" He replied softly. He was slightly concerned if something was wrong and that's why you'd disturbed him but as you looked down at your lap, you took in a sharp breath.

"Pay attention to me." You demanded in a very meek voice. You were almost worried Minghao didn't hear your demand but as a smile graced his face, he let out a soft scoff with a laugh.

"Why?" Minghao hummed, admiring as you pulled a thinking face that he knew was fake. You always had your reasons before you even approached him.

"Well," you started, tapping your chin with a finger playfully, "I'm cute... and I'm needy."

The lanky male reached across to turn off the chiming sound you'd long tuned out in the background. He turned back towards you, that loving smile you knew well gracing his porcelain face.

"Where do you want to start?" Minghao chirped, quirking a brow as you had to actually think, "I sort of need a shower if you want to join."

"As long as you let me use your shampoo." You puffed your cheeks, sweetly giving your partner some puppy eyes.

"Fine, just for you."

-

As you laid with warm skin - thanks to the temperature Minghao liked to shower in - pressed together and freshly washed sheets dressing your knitted bodies, you were thankful for the time Minghao was taking for you. Unbeknownst to you, Minghao was equally doing this for himself because in the process of stress build-up and hours of meditation, he'd built up a craving for you like every other comeback and promotions he went through.

He craved your touch despite claiming he wasn't too into skinship. He craved to just be able to lay there and feel you. To stroke your hair and comfort you without uttering a word. He'd missed it all and he was thankful you'd finally interrupted his vicious cycle for this.

A silent, unspoken thank you he never dared to articulate into actual words, Minghao pressed his lips to your bare skin and let his eyelashes flutter shut. To just feel you close once more