𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

34 | A FRIEND?

A knock on my door pulled us out of our conversation. "It's open" I yell, signaling for them to come in.

My mom popped her head in and sent us a smile "I was wondering if Minho wanted to stay for dinner?"

My eyes widen, now realizing Minho was in my room because my mom let him in. Now she's asking if he wants to stay for dinner, what's going on? Is she sick?

I look at Minho and he looks at me, "Um—Y-Yeah" He said, looking back to my mom "Yeah, I'd love to"

"What about dad?" I ask, looking at my mom. She knew why I was asking this but Minho didn't.

"Your father has to work late and we have more than enough food" With that she was out of the room and I look at Minho.

"You didn't have to agree"

Minho chuckles, "I know, I don't really want your family to hate me just because my dad turned down your dad's offer"

I nod slowly "If they see you as my friend, they won't hate you"

Minho looks at me softly "Is that what I am? A friend?"

I shrug, feeling myself grow hot as I didn't expect this conversation now. "Yeah?" I was unsure. Minho's eyebrows raised slightly. I sigh loudly "I don't know. I'm probably just as confused as you"

"Who says I'm confused?"

"Aren't you?" I ask.

Minho laughs and shakes his head "Right now, yeah, but I know what I want"

I bite my lip anxiously and the room grew quiet. "W-We should go downstairs before my mom gets mad" I stand up and hurry out of the room.

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"The food is amazing," Minho says and continued to eat.

"Thank you Minho," My mom says happily, looking at me and back to Minho she says "Jisung stopped complimenting my food when he was young"

I swallow harshly "I didn't mean" I put my fork down "I-I just—" I sigh, "It didn't seem like you cared much about the compliment"

"Of course I do, you are my son, and every compliment I get from you I cherish" She grabs her glass and before sipping her water she says "Especially nowadays when you hardly show any care"

I look down at my plate and I felt Minho's strong gaze on me, making my leg anxiously move up and down.

"How is your family doing Minho?" My mom asks, changing the subject.

"Good, my mom just had her greenhouse built out back and she's been loving it"

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I close the door behind me, letting out a long sigh. Hearing Minho's small chuckle made me open my eyes and see him staring at me as he sits at the edge of my bed.

Dinner was over and I told my mom Minho would stay a little longer, she didn't seem to care.

"This was... an interesting dinner"

I roll my eyes, sitting on the bed next to him and throwing myself back "You mean the fact my mom made me look like a bad son" I laugh but then stop, frowning as I really thought about it. I look to Minho who looks down at me. "Am I a bad son?" I asked more seriously.

Minho inhales and lays back, both of us staring at my ceiling that had the stars. "No," He said simply.

"No?"

I felt the bed shift beside me, making me look to see Minho laying on his side—facing me with his arm under his head.

"Think of it this way. You're not out there drinking or doing drugs. You're home every night and you get good grades and do as they say. I think you the definition of a good son"

I shake my head and turn to him. Both of us facing each other, I say "Those don't mean anything though. Yeah it's good but my mom is right"

"Don't let it get to you"

I frown "How can I not? She thinks I don't appreciate the things she does"

"Do you?" Minho asks.

I nod "Of course"

Minho smiles softly at me and puts his hand on my cheek, making me tense up at the sudden action.

He searches my face for a reaction and slowly he glided his thumb along my cheek.

"You know, I really missed hanging out with you Jisung"