The Letters He Never Sent || Minsung

12

"I'm sorry, Minho. I'm sorry." He spoke in a small voice as I pulled him out the front door.

I pulled him to the car, shoving him inside as I closed the door. When I got in the vehicle, I sat there for a minute taking everything in.

"I'm sorry." He said again, turning to me. "I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry I just-"

"You're sorry?" I chuckled. "Why are you sorry? You just did what I had wished I could do my entire life."

I turned to him, taking his hands. "Jisung, you don't understand how much what you just did cured my inner child. I fucking love you."

The last sentence slipped out of my mouth, shocking the both of us. He smiled. "Really, this meant that much to you?"

I smiled back. "It did, it really did."

He giggled. "Good, because my hand fucking hurts."

I smiled, bringing his hands to my mouth. I slowly kissed his hands, making my cheeks flush a little. I looked up at him, only to see his did the same. He smiled at me, and I smiled at him.

I pulled away from his hands, smiling wider. "Jisung," I say.

He hums. "What?"

"Can I do something without you getting mad at me later?" I ask him, unsure with my own words.

He tilts his head. "Sure?"

It doesn't take another second before I lean over and press my lips to his. I have a little bit of experience with kissing, so it wasn't awkward. I pull away from him, looking into his eyes.

His were wide, but his cheeks were red. He started to giggle. "Can I do something now?"

I nod. He leans over and smashes his lips on mine, this time deeper. He holds my face with his hands, making the kiss even deeper. I let out a noise, shocking myself. I don't want to seem like a baby, but I'm guessing it did something to him.

He starts to crawl over the seats, sitting himself on my lap as he kisses me with full passion. I pull away, just looking into his eyes. I kiss him again, sliding my tongue across his lips. He opens his mouth more, so I slip my tongue into his mouth.

After I start to get anxious, I pull away from him. "Can we stop here?" I ask.

He immediately nods. "I'm glad you ask because I am so inexperienced." He says.

I giggle, holding his waist. I just take a moment to admire what is in front of me. I have never had a crush or been in love, but I know what I feel for this boy is definitely one of those.

"Jisung," I pause. "Promise me you won't act like this didn't happen on Monday."

He giggles. "Why would I? I wanted this so badly."

I smile at his words. "Why are you so amazing?"

I said that with my whole chest, because he is amazing. He's the type of person that I feel I have known my entire life, and he's the type I do want to know my entire life.

What I feel for this boy is something I fear I will never feel again, simply because I have never felt this before. Maybe it's only been a month of me knowing him, maybe I'm an idiot, but I feel like I want to wake up next to him everyday.

"I think we should get home now." I say to him.

He nods. "Yeah— but does that mean I have to get off of you?"

"I'm pretty sure it's illegal to drive like this." I say. "At least sit down and put on your seatbelt, we can sit like this at home."

He sighs, getting off me. I start the car and drive home, my hand on his thigh the entire ride home. I like this feeling. I feel comfortable with him, sorta safe.

*

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I heard the shower stop earlier, meaning Jisung should be out soon. As I expected, the door opens and I turn my head to look at him. He steps out with new clothes on.

I smile at him as he awkwardly stands there with his hands together. He smiles back at me, and I motion my head for him to come closer.

He smiles wider, running over and hopping on the bed. I move my arm and he lays on my chest, then I wrap my arm back around him. He throws his leg over me, cuddling closer.

"I'm glad things didn't get awkward." He mumbles into my chest.

"Hm?" I hum. I don't do this because I didn't hear, I do it because I want to hear his voice again.

He moves his head, looking up at me. "I'm glad things didn't become awkward." He repeats, looking at me this time.

I smile. "I am too."

He smiles back, putting his head back in the position it was in before. "I thought you would tell me you regret what happened." He says. "Or kick me out.."

I shake my head, even though he can't see it. "No way. I'm the one who kissed you in the first place."

He chuckles. "I guess so." He says. After a few seconds of silence, he speaks again. "That was my first kiss."

I let out a breath. "Thank god."

He looks back up with furrowed brows. "What to you mean, "thank god."?!"

"Because it was mine too." I chuckle, looking into his eyes.

His cheeks turn red and he now has a big smile on his face. He lowers his head and he snuggles back into me, making me hold him closer. I can't hide the blush on my own cheeks, so I don't even try.

In this moment, all I can think of, is how I feel like I finally belong here. Laying in bed, with Jisung by my side.

I feel like I am exactly where I belong.