Started with "I Do"

21

Jisung was lying down on the bed with his eyes closed but not asleep. His heart was still beating very fast and his mind was also busy thinking about the new information he received from Minho. He was asking himself all sorts of questions like 'Why is Minho always having trouble with sleep?' 'What exactly happened during his high school days?' 'Will he be okay? Will he get better once he sees the doctor?' but there were no answers to these at the moment. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He then slowly drifted away to his dreamland while the clothes that he was wearing, gave off the smell of Minho; giving Jisung the feeling of comfort and a sense that everything will be alright.

While in the other room, Minho was having another sleepless night. He looked outside the window while thinking and considering about many things. It had been a long time since he went to see a therapist. Since, the previous counseling, that had failed he avoided them like plague and would always change the subject if his parents mentioned about it. 

But Minho knew deep down the reason why the previous sessions were such a failure. It was because of his own cowardice. He was afraid; afraid to think about it, talk about it, and even more afraid to face it. Thus, he always resisted any form of psychological help or treatment provided by the therapist thus causing the collapse of many sessions. 

But now that Minho had decided, he needed to take help from the professional. Not only for him himself but also for the people around him who loved him, he was determined not to avoid any sort of discomfort while going through the treatment. Minho had decided to try his best but he still couldn't help but feel nervous about the appointment tomorrow. 

The sessions were always difficult as he had to think back to what happened in detail and he hated that feeling. That feeling where he felt like he was nothing, that feeling when he couldn't protect himself, that feeling of helplessness and that feeling of betrayal. He hated all of them but this time he realized that all these things, that he didn't like weren't worth ruining the happiness of the people he loved the most.

The dawn slowly crept up and the room slowly turned from dark to light as the new day started. The sun's rays slowly started to befall on his room making it bright once more indicating that a new day had started. Minho spent another sleepless night watching as the night turned to morning but this time he wasn't as tired or cranky as he used to be before. Instead, he was calm and determined like someone who had made up his mind.

After freshening up himself, he went downstairs and was surprised to see his father and mother laughing till they had tears in their eyes while on the other hand, Jisung sat there clearly sulking with a pout on his face. As he neared them he asked "What's wrong with him?" while sitting on one of the chairs. His mother while wiping the tears said "He wanted to prepare breakfast for us but I just can't help but laugh." 

Minho raised one of his eyebrows while looking at Jisung and said "You prepared breakfast for them?" Minho's mom laughed and said, "I should have listened to his mom when she said both of them are bad at cooking." Minho's father who usually had a stern face was also laughing at that moment. Minho surprised asked, "Why are you guys laughing at the fact that he cooked breakfast."

Jisung guiltily looked away while Minho's mother began to laugh even harder while his father stood up and went to the kitchen. After a while, he brought out some toasted bread, a sunny side up cooked egg, and some slices of bacons and kept it in front of Minho. Minho looked at the perfectly fine breakfast and wanted to speak again but before he could do so his father turned the bread and the egg to the other side.

Minho looked at the totally black crusted part of the bread and the egg and was trying his best not to laugh. He controlled himself and looked at Jisung. Looking at Jisung who was avoiding his gaze guiltily made him laugh even harder. His mother and father joined him and the dining table reverberated with laughter early in the morning for a long time after a very long period of time. Finally, after calming down they all ate the breakfast prepared by the maid.