𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

10 | delicately 

I stare out the window to the ocean, the waves crashing as the bright moon reflects off of it. There was a slight breeze in the air and it was calming. This has been my room since I was young, yet I still couldn't get over the view.

It was what I looked forward to when the day grew dark. The time when I can just sit in silence, mostly—most nights I can hear Chan and his friends laughing loudly or yelling at the tv from gaming but even that brought me a sense of peace. It had become a part of my night and without it, I'd probably be worried.

A small knock brought me out of my thoughts and I looked over my shoulder "Come in"

I walked to Minho, someone I wasn't so surprised to see. Chan had his friends over a lot and mine mostly came over during the day but we usually hung out outside of the house.

Minho closed the door behind him and walked to the bed "Day 1, down" He chuckles and I did the same. "How do you feel now?"

I move from my window and sit up straight, looking at Minho. "I kinda feel good"

The small breeze blowing through my window made Minho's hair blow slightly. He had a small smile as he said "Good"

I look down and sigh, pulling my knees to my chest. Somehow I started to feel exposed as I only had shorts on and Minho had on shorts and a tank.

"Can I ask you something?" I look up and nod, he didn't seem hesitant, more like he had to think how to word it before he says "Did you love him?"

My eyes water and I look anywhere but at him "No" I said. I shrug and sigh loudly "It must sound so stupid because I was with him for so long but we were young and I was naive, a kid who thought it could turn into love but it didn't" I look back at him and his intense eyes made me swallow.

His eyes searched mine and it felt like the space between us was becoming little yet neither of us moved. "Want to know why he hates me?" I bite my bottom lip and nod, "Before y'all got together he was talking about how he wanted you and I told him he'd never satisfy you"

I furrow my brows, confused because it was such a long time ago yet this is the reason Dylan hated Minho. Every chance Dylan got he would talk shit and talk down on the boy but because of this.

"Was I right?"

I lick my lips "About what?" I whisper, I knew what he was talking about but maybe I just wanted to hear it loud and clear.

"Not satisfying you"

I stare at him and he stares back. The moonlight hit his face perfectly and it made me almost lean in to look at him better.

"Yes," I said, and that was all.

Minho sighs and reaches over to wrap his hand around my ankle, rubbing his thumb over my skin with a hum. His eyes were on my ankle before flicking up to mine, and a small smile plays on his lips.

"I like that answer" He lets go of my ankle and stands up, "Good night Jisung," He says before walking to the door.

"Good night," I said to him as he opens the door, making him look over his shoulder. The same small smile was still there and he looks away and walks out, with the shut of the door I let out a long sigh.

How long will I fool myself? How long could I contain myself was the real question.

The way he touched me so delicately as I might break in his grip. How when his thumb glided over my ankle, chills ran down my spine. How I wanted to feel more of his touch, but soon it was gone and so was he. Walking out of my room with a smile I want to see more often.