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"Hey," he whispers.
The rain has calmed down. Thunders still can be heard but they're far away, their rumbling fading away as time passes.
"Mm?"
"Another day when?"
I sigh, realizing that there's no backing away now. He's too tenacious. Too stubborn. "I don't know. Maybe soon or maybe never."
"Don't play with my heart, Minho."
"I'm not."
Truth is, I don't know how to keep one's heart safe. How to wrap it in love and protect it from evil. It's not intentional, I swear.
"Do you think first times are better if it's with someone you appreciate?"
"What are these questions, man?"
Jisung chuckles. "answer me." he rolls around in bed, almost falling down. It's good that he didn't, because if he actually dropped I would've been the victim.
"I guess. Maybe kissing your lover and your friend feels different. How would I know?"
"God, when will it be my turn to experience something like that?"
My eyes open as I stare at the ceiling. "when it will be the right time."
"Minho, you don't get it. I've waited for so long."
"You just gotta keep waiting."
"You can't be talking when you don't even believe in love. How can you not? It's the most beautiful emotion in the whole world. It's my favourite." he complains again.
"It's not my type of stuff."
A breath escapes his mouth and he peeks down at me. "just you wait."
"What's so nice about love? it's heartbreaking."
"If it's the right person then it's beautiful. Just imagine waking up every day in the arms of your soulmate. Kissing them like your life depends on it. Hugging them constantly. Having someone to care about and someone who cares about you. Being around someone for the longest and not minding it at all. It's lovely."
I roll my eyes. "you're such a hopeless romantic."
"I am aware of that. I can't help it, though! I just always dream of that." his lips turn into a small frown.
He hesitates for a second, then decides to go for it. "love is the reason why I'm.. somehow still here."
The mood suddenly changes. It goes from slightly playful to something with a deeper meaning. Something I don't know about.
"All my life I've been waiting, Minho. Am I just not lovable? am I ugly? do I have a shitty personality? am I too annoying? too clingy, maybe?"
