Collision || Lee Know

Freedom

The mood hasn't been the same anymore as it was last weekend. We both were unusually quiet. It wasn't awkward though, since I had a lot to think about. I had all his words repeating in my head, meanwhile he sat on the couch next to me whether staring onto the TV or just onto the floor. His head slowly fell onto my shoulder, causing me to snap back to reality. His whole body seemed to suddenly relax as my only worry was to not move, in case I could wake him up. With everything that happened, I totally forgot how tired he was. Drugged? I cannot believe it. How did this bitc.. Girl manage to even do that? He seemed exhausted. I couldn't directly blame him for everything, still I was a bit sceptical about this whole thing. Nevertheless, it must've been hard opening up, so I'll be as understanding as possible. At the end, I'm just afraid that it wasn't even the whole story.

I gently took his hand, caressing it with my other one. I felt him sliding further down, so it would be more comfortable. His touch seemed so careful, that I almost thought he treats me fragile or maybe he was just being extra gentle. "Minho.." I started, but got no response in return. "When you ever need help, with literally anything, please ask me for it. Even if it might sound stupid, I won't judge you. Just please trust me too." I felt a short squeeze on my hand, didn't know if that was intentionally though.

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Admiring him was something I loved to do. Especially when you have a face like this, almost sculptured. The way his head hang to the side with the puffy look it had when he was sleeping. His hair was starting to grow faster and you almost couldn't even see the half of his face anymore. I gently moved a string away, which he didn't seem to notice. It honestly looked uncomfortable and I really did not want to wake him up, but I've been keeping me busy in this apartment for the last hour and eventually started to cook something. He had so much food for it, barely touched. I guess he often didn't have motivation for it.. It's actually sad.

It was his favourite noddle soup my mom made, which was only the only dish I was able to properly make. I thought maybe he needs some energy and the paleness on his face definitely needed to get away.

"Minho," I softly spoke up, tucking his hair behind his ear. No reaction, though. "Aren't you hungry?" I questioned, caressing his cheek. This seemed to work since he slowly opened his eyes. "Hm?", "I made food, you should eat something." I moved my hand away, standing up. He started to stretch himself, squeezing his eyes shortly before just sleepy staring forward. I couldn't help but absolutely adore him. Even though I wanted to swing my arms around his neck, I somehow thought it was maybe too much right now. The mood was still tensed, and it was noticeable. I also still had mixed feelings about this whole thing.

"Food? You cooked something?" He asked. "Yeah, you have a lot. I hope you don't mind. I was also hungry and I thought you might not be too motivated to make something right now." He slowly nodded, obviously trying to smell it. "I thought you dislike the dish." I shrugged, sighing. "I might mess up any other thing. Plus, you seem to like it. I just can't garentee if it's as good as the original one."

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Before starting, he scanned the kitchen area. "You cleaned everything," he noticed. "Yeah, well, I shouldn't leave a mess." He leaned forward to give it a taste. "Is it..okay?" I sceptical asked. "Mh, it's good," Minho responded sort of relieved. "You thought it was going to taste bad, right? Did you really doubt my skills?" He slowly made eye contact. "No." I smiled a bit, tasting too. "It's really not that bad." He gave me a nod, scanning my face. "Why? Do I have something on there?" I questioned. "Taerim, are really okay with everything? I dunno, you just seem so relaxed." I poked into my soup rather than eating it. "How do you want me to be then?", "Huh? I don't know. I mean you're just really..." I sighed, placing my spoon down. "Sure it still bothers me. How would you find it if another boy left a literal mark on me?" I didn't mean to sound that harsh. He shut his mouth, turning quiet for a moment. "Sorry, forget it. I'm just trying not to blame you for anything, because I can definitely understand your side..I just have to analyse the situation more," I calmly told him. "I get it. Be as mad as you want. I'll take it." I shook my head. "Let's just treat each other normally, please. I'm not up to arguments.. Not now."