our love | minsung ✗

two.

「𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙩」

"the silence of loving someone, but
never telling them."
—storydj

they both stand on the doorway in the dim night as they wait for jisung's mother or— maid to open the door. and as expected, the maid opened the door for the two.

"good afternoon, mr han," she said as she bowed. but jisung was busy looking at minho so when he noticed her bow a second late he quickly rushes to say that she doesn't need to be so formal. jisung isn't quiet fond of formality, but he knows it's something to understand in korea.

"where's mom?" jisung asked, looking around the empty large living room. his house was quite spacious, and there were hardly any furnishings, and if there were it was only the basic things a house needs.

the living room is big, grey colored sofas, a side table, the tv across from it, a round elegant chandelier light hanging from the ceiling. it was a tall ceiling, and if they talked it sure made some echo. there wasn't a wall separating the kitchen from the living room, so when they walked to the kitchen there jisung's mother was making food. peacefully she made food, humming to herself.

jisung's mother loved her life. i mean, who wouldn't?

anyway, jisung went up to his mother, greeting her from behind. she jumped at her son's surprised presence.

"hello, mother," jisung said, wearily.

"aish! don't scare me like that!" mrs han exclaimed, hitting her son by the arm.

"owie," jisung whimpered, though it hardly hurt him. she barely even touched her son. it was at the moment that mrs han noticed minho, her face widens.

"oh! minho, good to see you again," she said with a bright smile. "c'mere son," she gestured for him to come closer. minho smiled sheepishly and made his way to jisung's mother, always trying to pleasure his crushes parents.

jisung pouted as he realized how much his mother completely ignored her own son and went for her son's best friend. jisung sighed as he watched his mother embrace not her son. jisung looked at his mother with a sour look and went to get minho off her.

"alright, alright, i get, you love minho more than your own son." jisung grumbled, and his reaction makes minho bubble out a chuckle from his throat.

mrs han finally acknowledge her son, giving him a hug as well. "i love you too, my son."

jisung can't continue on his jealousy act as he melts into his mother's embrace. "i love you too, mom."

the cuddles don't last long as eun-hye's voice echoes around the room. "what?? you guys are giving out hugs without me??" eun-hye preached, going up to them and standing there, watching. she has her cow pajamas on and some pink slippers on, no makeup on her face.

"hi, eun-hye." jisung greeted, boredly.

"don't say it like that...! it makes me feel like i just ruined the moment!" she walked up to minho, making eye contact with him as she said words to him with just a look. minho didn't quite understand why she would do that when he knows what she wants is to go up to her room and make out.

she slowly brings herself to hug minho, which makes her have to stand on her tippy toes. minho confusedly bent down to let her hug him.

"you did," jisung replied to her, passing right by them and going to the stairs that leads to bedrooms. minho trailed his eyes to him, wanting to go follow him but can't due to his sister hugging him. jisung stopped his steps, and when he does eun-hye had pulled away from minho. "when will dinner be ready?" jisung had asked, and when he did eun-hye had exchange some words with minho, which were something with let's go.