"Do you remember when you said I was like your little sanctuary?" Jisung had asked as they were studying in the library. The big mechanical clock on the wall read 4am. Well, Minho was studying. Jisung insisted on keeping his company and searching for the books he needed, so he didn't need to stand up.
"Yeah, why?" Minho grumbled. His anti-blue light glasses were sliding down his scrunched-up nose. He had a pen stuck between his teeth and he had been biting it absently for the past hour. He stared at his laptop. An empty word document, which was supposed to be filled as an essay till tomorrow, stared back.
"You feel homey sometimes."
Minho hummed, his eyes speed-reading over a code that didn't want to work how he wanted it to. "Wait what?" He looked over to Jisung. The blond sat cross-legged next to him. He warmed their coffee-to-go cup in his hands.
"I dunno. Sometimes when I get back or we spent time together it's like someone instantly flipped a switch and I get all calm and woosh, you know?" He emphasized his words by flailing his free arm around.
Minho chuckled. His head was throbbing with a terrible headache, his back hurt, and the code got on his nerves, but still... he understood what he meant. Minho thought the little blank-out of his thoughts when he looked at Jisung in that second, was just that... homey feeling.
YOU ARE READING
you're my best friend : minsung ✓
Romans(fin.) "I'll love you too, forever. I promise Jisung." There. Minho said it. Nobody will ever know the true intentions behind his words. He wouldn't get the credit for it but at least he said it. ପଓ angst
