𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

07 | THIS MOMENT

*Song rec - Dear Moon
by JeHwi*

I look down at the camera and flick through the pictures, "Did you get a good one?" Minho asks.

I had invited him over so I can take a picture of him to paint for my project. Taking a picture seemed like the best option, I didn't want him to have to sit still for hours while I painted him.

I nod "Yeah, here look". I hand him the camera and he gets up off the grass and walks over to me, grabbing the camera.

He inspected the pictures and looked up with a small smile "What aren't you good at?"

Minho hands me back the camera and I take it. "We should get back inside", I look up to the sky as the dark clouds start rolling in. "I think it might rain"

I look at the boy and he nods. I turn around and walk towards the back door. We were in my backyard as I felt it was best to take them outside to get better lighting.

I get inside the house and take off my shoes and my jacket, Minho following what I was doing. "We can go up to my room, or if you want we can go to the library?" I ask.

"Where are you most comfortable with painting?" Minho asked back, surprising me.

I shrug "My room, I only ever paint there but I wasn't sure if you were comfortable with that"

Minho chuckles "Don't worry about me, you're the one painting I'm just the inspiration"

You are the muse Minho, if only you knew...

I nod slowly "Okay, then my room it is"

I walk away, hearing Minho follow behind me as I wall up the stairs. Passing door after door before getting to my room at the end of the hall. I walk in a immediately get greeted with light. My room was the lightest in the house, I picked it for that very reason.

I go to my desk, briefly looking at Minho whose eyes roamed my room. I hardly let anyone in here, even my parents but Minho was different...right?

I heard his footsteps get closer to me, making me look over my shoulder to see how close he was and my body instantly heats up as his chest grazed my back and his eyes looked over my sketches that hung on the wall over my desk.

His eyes found mine and he cleared his throat stepping back. "Sorry"

I look away and start looking through the pictures "It's fine"

"How long have you been drawing?"

I shrug, "For as long as I remember, I don't remember my exact age"

He was quiet and this made me look up to see him sitting on my bed and looking up to the ceiling where glow-in-the-dark stars were—well they once glowed in the dark but they don't anymore.

"T-Those have been up there since I was little"

He looks at me with a soft smile "I had the same"

I look down shyly, putting the camera down and walking over to him. I sit down beside him and look up at the stars. "I never found it in me to take them down"

"Why don't you just get new ones, I assume these don't glow anymore"

I shake my head "I never thought about it". I look down at him and his eyes catch mine.

"Can I tell you something really pathetic about myself?" He had a sparkle in his eyes.

I nod slowly "Of course"

He smiles and looks down at his feet "I used to want to become an Astronaut" He chuckles, "I loved space, everything about it was just so cool to me"

I smile softly at him "I don't think that's pathetic"

He chuckles again and looks at him "No? I use to dream about walking on the moon and got upset when I found out someone had already done that. I wanted to be the first"

I laugh loudly "Aw, little you got your heart broken at such a young age... must have been tough"

He plays into it "It was a rough time for me", he puts his hand on his chest dramatically.

"You know I heard the moon landing was fake, I think you still have a chance to be the first"

He snaps his head to me "For real?"

I laugh and nod, "It's a rumor but the evidence seems legit"

"Too bad I have no interest in it anymore" He looks ahead and grows quiet.

"What do you have interest in now?" I ask, wanting to know more about the male.

Minho bit his bottom lip as he hesitated, looking at me, and said "I like books". He bites at his lip again before continuing. "I have always liked them, I mean when I was younger I would read about space so I think it's always been something I liked"

"Do you write?". This question seemed to make him nervous as he looks away again, "You don't have to answer, sorry"

He sighs lightly "I do, but nobody knows about it, only my family"

He hesitantly looks up at me and I smile at him "I can see you as a writer actually"

He smiles at me "Yeah?". The way he looked at me I could see all his nervousness disappear.

I nod with a small smile "I'm not really good with words, I think that's why I prefer to draw out my feelings. It's the best way I can get them out."

His eyes soften "That makes a lot of sense, as for me I'm not a huge talker but I have a lot of thoughts that need to get out so writing helps me a lot"

There it was. This moment where we could be completely open without fear or nerves. The conversation was just flowing and in a way, it was comforting to have this talk with someone I felt wouldn't judge me.

It was also then that I felt like I was in trouble. The way Minho looked at me and the space between us felt like a million miles apart because a part of me wanted to be closer while having this talk of how we found comfort in the things people called "hobbies"

How we both depended on these things to get our feelings out and express ourselves because people just wouldn't get us.

Finally, we both found someone who understood.