The first time she says it, she's asleep.
They are a naked, tangled web of arms and legs in his bed. Her head is on his chest; her breathing has been slow and even for a while now, but the tendrils of sleep haven't yet begun to pull on him. He wants to watch her but doesn't want to wake her, so he settles for drawing lazy designs up and down her back.
She sighs his name in her sleep and he can feel the small smile on her lips. His own tick up into a half grin, and he dips his head just enough to drop a kiss on top of her head. Her smile widens, and she breathes the words so faintly against his skin, he almost thinks he imagined it.
Almost.
Content in this new knowledge, sleep finally begins calling to him. But before he can be pulled under, he gives in to his desire to look at her, shifting his body just enough that he's no longer underneath her. His hand travels up her back, finding her face to brush away the strands of hair that have fallen. Fingers in her hair, he leans in to lightly kiss her lips and whispers back her unconscious words before succumbing to his own dreams.
"I love you, too, Min."