Minho is the son of a wealthy business family so he has been raised his whole life to take over the businesses and run them himself. That was the only reason he was born and the only way he knew life. His coworker and friend Chan can't stand that...
Minho dialed the number on his cellphone before taking a soft breath. He was really doing this. Calling he only heard two rings before the phone call was accepted.
"Jisung..?" Minho asked softly, his voice careful and reserved.
A soft breath came through the line and Minho smiled softly as he tried to listen for the other.
"Y- yeah. I'm here Hyung. Hey." He said shyly and Minho chuckled softly.
"Cute." He teased and Jisung whined softly.
"Your voice is so nice Hyung, it's so gentle and elegant sounding." Jisung said after a second and Minho hummed. He leaned against the window in his office, looking at the city.
"Really? I guess I did grow up with an elegant or high class family status and life style." He said and Jisung hummed.
"Could never be me. But.. are you okay Hyung? You work a lot I worry sometimes." Jisung said softly and Minho smiled at the caring tone in his voice.
His voice was sweet, Minhos voice was like freshly cut flowers to Jisung and Jisung's voice was like cookies out of the oven. They went together like snow and flip flops but somehow they worked so perfectly.
"I'm okay Jisung-Ah.... I really let myself think too much today. I've been doing that a lot since meeting you." Minho admitted and Jisung coughed.
"Me? I've been causing you to think?" He asked shocked and almost worried.
Minho knew he had anxiety however so he always sounded worried about something. Minho didn't want to make him worry more.
"Yeah.. I've realized a lot of things that.. seemed normal to me because of my family status perhaps that isn't really how things should work I guess.... You opened my eyes to a lot of things.. feelings." Minho said while pressing his forehead to the glass of the window.
It was quiet and just the sound of them breathing came through the night air. "What feelings Hyung?" Jisung whispered and Minho could hear the edge to his voice, the slight worry.
"Everything. That.. I'm capable of.. feeling and..". Minho bunched his free hand up in frustration. He had no idea how to explain this sensation or feeling.
"I understand, don't worry okay?" Jisung said gently and Minho let out a breath he hadn't realize he began to hold.
"You do?" He asked his eyes widening at the amount of desperation he heard in his own voice.
Was he that desperate to be reassured?
"Yeah, it's okay Hyung. You're okay. Let's just talk. Are you still at work? You need to go home and take a warm shower and eat, let yourself relax some." Jisung spoke and Minho felt his shoulders sagging in relief.
"Yeah,, I should.. thank you." He whispered with a soft smile.
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