Feel Your Rhythm || Minsung

16. Golden Constellations

With a brief introduction and a very convincing lie (he can't lie properly but he's bettervatbit than Chan) to his parents Minho took Jisung to his room. Jisung rubbed his temple, suddenly feeling shy.

He peepd out the door and heard Minho's parents whispering downstairs. Probably about him. He got to know by the look Mr. Lee gave him, he wasn't quite impressed with Jisung. His look was pure judemental. Well he can't blame. He's not that rich like them.

Mrs. Lee doesn't seem to mind. She warmly welcomed Jisung, even offered dinner. (Technically an early breakfast) But Jisung was full with unhealthy snacks so he politely declined.

"Here." Minho tossed a pair of shorts and a hoodie. "You go wash up first."

Jisung nodded entering the bathroom. He sighed looking up at himself from the mirror. Two nights, both spent at Minho's house. He rubbed his arms and proceeded washing himself. Even while washing his face, he can't help but think about the way Minho kissed him. Jisung blushed touching his lips.

He actually kissed me...

Jisung hurried and came out side. Minho stepped in. Jisung heard the shower being turned on. He lied on the bed on his stomach, feeling his eyes getting heavy. He let himself rest soon dripping in to dreamland.

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Jisung dreamt of his father. It was the last day he saw him. He was going to school and they had a big fight about his step mom. It's been five years and Jisung is still in the Cinderella life, only his half sister isn't mean like drizella.

But his top mother is the worst. She enjoyed herself without warning a penny. It was all his dad's hard efforts. She went clubbing and partying with her friends almost every night that Jisung had to take care of his half sister-Eun ho.

He dreamt of her, ogling at him with big eyes as Jisung yelled the words he regretted the most.

I hate you.

Then he saw his room in flames. He banged on the door shouting for help. And suddenly he was out of the house, away from danger. He looked around not seeing his dad or Eun ho.

He saw a slight finger running in the house. The house exploed.

Jisung screamed.

"Dad!"

"NO! Eun ho..."

"Han. Wake up."

His eyes fluttered opened to meet with a worried Minho. "You keep muttering for your father."

Jisung sat straight rapidly wiping his tears. He looked at Minho and sniffled. "I'm fine."

"Let me bring you an glass of water-" Jisung clutched at Minho's sleeve. His hand was slightly shacking as his bangs were plastered to his forehead.

"Don't go."

Minho nodded climbing to the bed. Jisung wrapped his arms around Minho as he rubbed circles on Jisung's back. Minho planted a sniffle kiss on both Jisung's cheek pulling his closer.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Minho asked softly.

Jisung tensed. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea of tell Minho everything. Only his roommates know about this. His whole past was a mess of struggles. He didn't wanted to spill his fucked up life but at the same he needed some relief.

"I saw my dad and sister." Minho cocked an eyebrow at the words sister. Jisung continued. "I...I saw them die... in a fire." Minho tensed letting out a chocked breath. His hand unknowingly tightening around Jisung's waist. "And- and I was there watching them burn... alone..." Jisung hiccuped. "I couldn't do anything- I-"