Gone With You || Minsung FF

Chapter 13

Jisung woke up to the sun sending its rays inside his room, tickling his nose. He stretched while yawning, cuddling with the pillow under his head. Why did he feel so good?
Ah, right, Minho had kissed him yesterday. He stared into the air for a while, remembering the kiss and probably smiling like an idiot. But how could he not smile? Lee Minho had kissed him, and how many people could say that about themselves (he hoped not too many).
After daydreaming for a while and rolling around in his bed to get rid of the excitement in his body, he decided it was time to get up. Minho was probably waiting to have breakfast with him.
He took his time to get dressed, not ready to admit to himself that he was kind of nervous about seeing Minho after the kiss. To be honest, he had never been in such a situation before. The few short relationships he’d had, had been more like affairs, and while there were certainly sparks involved, even heartbreaks afterwards, you might not be able to call that being in love just yet. They were more like flings. And his first marriage – well, he didn’t have to explain about that.
But now it was different. He knew he wanted to kiss Minho again, but more than anything he wanted to know that the other was in love with him. Somehow the thought of kissing him again if he said he didn’t have feelings for him and just wanted to have some fun lost all its appeal. He didn’t think he could ever look him in the eye again if he knew Minho didn’t feel the same as him.
But to find out, he first had to ask. So he gathered all his courage and took a deep breath. It was just Minho. The one who had always cared for him and always been understanding. He didn’t have anything to be scared about.
With that confidence, he walked down the stairs, already excited about the view of Minho sitting on the sofa waiting for him to come down so they could eat like every morning. But when he reached the end of the stairs and entered the living room, he had to encounter that Minho was already sitting at the breakfast table, eating his usual cereal while scrolling through his phone. Well, that wasn’t a good sign.
He sat down at the table across the other’s seat, feeling a lot more insecure already.
“Good morning.”
Minho looked up for the first time and gave him a thin smile. “Morning.”
Then he turned his attention back to his phone.
Jisung got himself some bread and started spreading jam over it. He was uncomfortable.
It took him a while to find the words he was trying to say, with Minho having such a defiant atmosphere for the first time since he had met him.
“Uhm… Minho… About yesterday…”
Minho’s head went back up to face him. “Ah, right. About that-“, he was totally not looking at Jisung, he was staring at a point somewhere over his shoulder, “I was a bit impulsive yesterday. Let’s just forget about it.”
Jisung felt like something had just pierced his heart. “But-“
“Jisung.” Minho was now looking out the window. “You know we both had something to drink yesterday, and I think that’s why we acted like this. We both know it’s not how we feel, so let’s just ignore this happened.”
They’d had one glass of wine. One. They both knew they wouldn’t get drunk from this. But Jisung saw the defensive expression in Minho’s eyes, and he knew it would be pointless to argue with him in this state. Minho was not one to face arguments he didn’t want to have, and the last thing he wanted was the other leaving the table and leaving him here all alone.
When Jisung didn’t say anything, Minho just looked back at his phone, scrolling through his Instagram feed as if he was searching for something. Jisung knew that Minho never used his Instagram for things that weren’t business related. But since his heart had just been shattered into pieces, he didn’t ask the other about it.
So Minho didn’t feel the same way as him. He should have known. Why would someone that amazing and confident like him? He had been stupid to think there was a possibility.
Only after a long time of scrolling, Minho finally looked up, glancing at the bread that Jisung barely had touched. “I’m leaving for Francisco this afternoon.”
“What?” Jisung couldn’t help for his voice to be so shrill and shocked. “You didn’t tell me that.”
He had hoped to have some time with Minho to figure out how the other really felt, and how he could make him like him.
“Something came up. It will only be a few days.” He had never seen Minho be so expressionless.
Jisung was finally about to cry. He felt like throwing himself on the other and begging him to stay, but he knew that wouldn’t make Minho listen to him. If there was one thing he hated, it was clinginess. At least the kind that restricted him in his own freedom.
He swallowed down the tears and nodded. Maybe it would be good to be apart for a few days.
“I will go pack my things then. If you go outside while I’m gone, take your phone with you. And only let my driver drive you, don’t get a taxi. I’ll make sure there’s always someone available.”
With that, he got up, and that was the last time Jisung saw him that day. Yes, he didn’t even say goodbye to him. As if he had only waited for Jisung to go to the bathroom so he could leave the house.