aphrodite : hyunho ✓

chapter 5

Leaving...?

Minho looked at the cold coffee.

He just wanted to get back to where they were this morning. So happy that Minho would have said he was in love.

The problem is that this hasn't changed. The man who threw away the burnt food with frustration was still so damn perfect. So damn perfect to him that he could hardly be human. Minho faltered. He wasn't.
An unpleasant feeling punched him in the stomach.

"Minho?" He hummed, his gaze staring into the air.
„I don't know where to start, but please listen to me." Hyunjin pleaded.

The sad, fragile tone in his voice punched Minho in the stomach for the second time.
He hadn't even noticed that he was standing in the middle of the kitchen, petrified. "fine..."

He let Hyunjin lead him into the open living room and sat him down on a white couch. The other sat down close to him, but so that they were facing each other.

Hyunjin took both of his hands in his. He pressed his lips together, the look of Minho on him breaking his heart.

Minhos eyes were swollen red, his lip was cracked. His shirt had slipped down, presenting the artwork he had painted on his skin last night. "I'm sorry..." Hyunjin dropped his head. A tear ran down his cheek.

„Sorry for what...huh?" Another rolled as Minho asked him gently, taking his hands tighter.

„I'm so selfish...I could have taken anyone else but..." Hyunjin looked back up. Minho watched him and tilted his head. There was nothing in the other's eyes but a storm of love. Torn.

Hyunjin shook his head, the blond strands dancing around his face. "I ruined your life...and mine too."

„It's okay...just explain it to me, I'm really not mad at you."

„How can you not be mad? I took you home out of pure high-handedness and decided without you that you'd have to spend the rest of your life, which by the way won't end because you'll soon be immortal, with me?!" More tears ran down Hyunjin's cheeks, his eyebrows drawn together. His voice rose, angry at himself.

„I'm terrible..." he whispered to himself.

Tears welled up in Minho's eyes. "You know..."
He began, having to wrinkle his nose to keep from crying himself.
„I... I can't be mad at you."

And he held up a finger to stop Hyunjin from saying anything. "I went with you willfully, I literally threw myself around your neck... and immortality actually sounds pretty cool doesn't it?"

He laughed, sadly. Now a tear was dripping from his eyelashes too, but he wiped it away. Hyunjin shook his head again, but also laughed —bitter.

„You didn't go along on your own. It was my fault you found me in the first place."

Minho raised an eyebrow.

„Remember when you thought someone was watching you at the club and you had that sudden feeling of looking for it?"

The male nodded.

„That was me...as you may have noticed I am a...god."
He spat out the word as if it were poison.

„I can influence people how they act around me and something similar to mind reading..."
Hyunjin seemed like it hurt him to say that. „Believe me when I say that I hate myself for being who I am... it's not like I chose to be... this."

While Minho's mouth stood open, eyes wide.

„So, yes... I did influence you. Several times. First, so you'd find me, and today so you'd listen to me in the hall. Because I'm a disgusting person." Then he laughed bitterly again.
„Never mind, I'm not one."

Minho didn't know what to say.
„So... you don't like me and I don't like you at all, but this was all your magic or ability or whatever?" His words shot through his own heart.

„Oh dear no..." Hyunjin quickly moved closer to Minho and put his hands around his face.

„Sugar you don't have to believe this, but all I've done is because I was amazed by you and still am. You're the prettiest, smartest, most thoughtful person I've ever met."

Minho stared at Hyunjin. His face showed no sign of crying except for the water running from his eyes. Can gods not cry?

„I envy you for being human...I would wish to be like you...but as I am now, I can at least protect you." Hyunjin's voice was a mixture of whimpering and whispering. Like he was begging Minho not to leave him.

„Okay..." Minho then said after a while. "Okay..." He nodded to himself. "Listen to me Hyunjin..."

He closed his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Maybe I'm a little bit mad at you. But I'm not going to leave you... I can't even do that anymore."
He smiled at Hyunjin, a hint of sadness laced in his voice.

„I don't know who that is, but it seems like you're in big trouble if I don't stay here," he exhaled.
„And who wants the person you like to come to harm?"

It was as if masses of concrete fell from his heart as silence fell after his words. Minho saw that the man in front of him was struggling. He decided to lighten the mood.

„As long as you cook for me, I'll be happy to stay."

Hyunjin shook his head with a laugh. "I'll do anything for you Sugar..." The two looked at each other for a moment.

Minho's little heartbeat in his chest, loud and almost joyful. He fell against Hyunjin and hugged his neck tightly. Pressing his face into his shoulder, Minho smiled as he felt the familiar arms around his body.

Hyunjin clenched his hold around his figure, holding it and pressing his nose against his neck so hard.

„I don't think I could do without you..." He whispered.

Minho smiled wider and broke away from him. Fuck the tear that was running down his cheek, He was happy.

„That's nice, then I'm not alone." Hyunjin wiped the dried salt streaks from his cheek. That font smile, that lured Minho to forget all the problems that he had to face in the future.

„May I kiss you?"

Minho didn't answer but let her lips meet. Warm, soft touch on his lips.

And he knew in his mind that he would never have to miss it ever again.