Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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"Min?" I call once we're settled in my bed. I had locked the door, hoping it would keep everyone else out.

"Yes, my love?"

"I love you."

He lets out a breath. "I love you, too. You know, actually, before we left, they pulled me aside. They said they've dealt with something like this before with you, but they never thought anyone else would be able to do it better. Like, calm you down."

"Are you just trying to brag about being a good boyfriend?" I giggle.

"No... maybe. That's not the point. They, uh, they said something else. Well, they asked."

"What was it?" I perk my head up, watching his face contort into a shy smile.

"They asked if I was really, um, in love with you. Not just that I love you, in love."

Nervousness didn't even touch me.

"What did you say?"

We met gazes, holding one another with warmth. His cheeks were rosy, a bit plump. His smile was wide, genuine.

"I said yes. I'm in love with you, Jisung."

I lean up, connecting our lips. Delicate, as always. There was definitely more love in this kiss than the others. I love him so much.

"I'm in love with you, too, Minho."

"I'm so happy with you, baby. I really am."

"I'm happy with you, too. Thank you for telling me this. You- you're my world, Min. They're right, by the way. It usually takes me much longer to, um, calm down."

"Do you mind if I ask what it feels like?"

I shake my head, wanting to explain it to the best of my abilities. "It's kind of like... a lot of blurred things. I get dizzy. It's almost like an anxiety attack, I guess. Maybe it is, maybe it's not. I don't like to put a name on it. I just get overwhelmed and feel like everything is falling apart. Too many choices to make, too many thoughts flying through my head. That kind of thing. Do you understand?"

He looks unsure. I would be too. "I've never had an anxiety attack before."

"What about panicking? Not an attack, but where you feel out of control?"

"Uh, I think. Yeah, it's happened before. Oh, shit, wait. Yes, I do remember something like that. It was when I got jumped, remember?"

The memory pulses in my brain. "Yeah, I remember."

"But I don't think it was anything like what you felt. Definitely not."

"I hope you never experience it."

I could tell he wanted to say the same for me, but it's happened too much. The best he could do was be there, but even then, he wasn't with me 24/7 and he had his own life to worry about.

"Are you staying the night?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Very much, but I'd have to ask."

"That's fine."