SKZ Minho with a overly sensitive girlfriend
Minho never really understood how someone could be so sensitive over everything, but here you were, his crybaby of a girlfriend, sobbing into his chest because you couldn’t get your eyeliner to match the other eye. He let out a long sigh, rubbing your back lazily as you mumbled nonsense into his chest. “Baby, it looks fine,” he muttered, resting his chin on your head.
And you cried over everything.
You stubbed your toe? Tears.
You dropped your favorite lip gloss? Tears.
You watched a sad video? Tears.
You lost a sock in the laundry? Tears.
Minho always acted like he didn’t care, rolling his eyes and sighing, but he never once let you cry alone. His hands always found your waist, pulling you into him, letting you cry it out while trying to convince you that whatever you were crying about that day wasn’t a big deal.
The members had learned quickly that making you cry was equivalent to signing their death wish. Jisung had once made a playful joke about your cooking being a little too salty. You didn’t take it as a joke, and the moment you pouted, your bottom lip quivering, he was already on his knees.
“I WAS JOKING! IT’S PERFECT! I’LL EAT ALL OF IT!”
Minho walked in, eyes narrowing as he took in the scene: you sniffling, Jisung sweating as he shoved another bite of food into his mouth. He didn’t even say anything—just stared making Jisung gulp.
But nothing was worse than the Changbin incident.
You just wanted to sit in the living room while Changbin worked on his music. You admired the way he got lost in his craft, bopping his head to the beats, occasionally mumbling lyrics under his breath. It was relaxing. That was until your juice slipped from your hand, splashing right onto his laptop keyboard.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” Changbin shouted, immediately panicking. “MY WORK—”
You flinched, and before he could even process what he’d done, your lip wobbled. You eyes welled up with tears, and your breathe hitched before you let out a shaky, “I-I’m sorry—”
“Oh, no. No, no, no, don’t cry!” Changbin panicked, eyes darting around as he tried to figure out what to do. He clamped a hand over your mouth, shushing you desperately. “Please, please don’t cry! Minho’s gonna kill me—”
But the moment he silenced you, the tears just fell harder. Sobs bubbled up in your throat, and you shook your head, trying to apologize through muffled cries.
Minho’s door creaked open.
Minho’s death glare was already activated, arms crossed. “What’s going on?”
Changbin jumped into action, grabbing his phone. “Wanna get boba? Ice cream? Whatever you want?!” He looked back at Minho, laughing nervously. “It’s fine! Everything’s fine!”
The way they were acting it seemed like it was your stuff that was destroyed, not Changbin’s. But anyways, you got boba and ice cream that day. ✨
Shoutout to all my sensitive girlies we need love too (yes this is purely self indulgent) 💗💗
