Different

°•♤•° Chapter Nineteen °•♤•°

        °•☆•° Word Count: 2,524 °•☆•°
     °•♡•° Time to Read: 17 mins °•♡•°

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"Because...I love you," Minho confessed. 

Jisung's eyes watered once more. How could anyone love him? He had been told for years that he was nothing but a freak. They had bullied him for his looks, the things he liked, the way he acts, everything that made him him. Despite telling himself that those words never hurt him, deep down they had taken root in his mind, making it hard for him to believe that he was lovable in any sense of the word. 

"But...why?" He finally asked, his voice breaking with emotion. 

Minho looked at him in disbelief. "Because what is there not to love? I love your gummy smile, and the way your eyes light up when you talk about the things you love. I love the way you are kind to everyone, even when they don't deserve your kindness. I love how your cheeks puff out in the cutest way when you eat. I love the way you relax when I run my fingers through your hair. I love your spontaneous bursts of energy and how you jump around like crazy. I love the way you sing to yourself in your beautiful voice when you think no one is listening. I love spending every waking moment with you because simply being near you makes me happy. I care for you because you mean the world to me, Jisung. 

I. Love. You."

Han stared at him with wide eyes. After a minute of processing, he wrapped his arms around Minho's waist and pulled him into a hug. Minho suppressed a grunt as Jisung's head made contact with his stomach. [A/n: Remember that Han is still standing on his knees on the floor.] 

Minho blinked a few times. "Was that too much?"

Han partially unburied his face and looked up into his eyes. "How do you always know the right thing to say?" he asked. 

Minho gave him a small smile. "Because words are easy with you."

Han shook his head with a grin. "But seriously, what took you so long? I've been waiting for you to say something for the past three months, asshole," he chastised. 

"So, does that mean you like me back?" Minho asked sincerely. 

Han rolled his eyes. "Of course I love you, you idiot. How could anyone not love someone like you?" 

Minho dropped his calm act and took a deep breath. "Thank God because I really could not tell based on your reaction," he confessed. 

Han giggled at him. "Sorry~ You just caught me off guard." He wiped away the remnants of tears on his face with the back of his hand.

Minho sighed. "Anyways, can you help me get changed now? I seriously can't pull this shirt off without feeling like I'm in labor."

"You're so dramatic, but yeah," Jisung relented. 

He helped Minho pull off his undershirt and put on a large, plain, black t-shirt. He picked up the pair of black sweatpants that Minho had picked out and stared at them. 

"You okay, there?" Minho asked. 

"Um, I'm not sure how to go about this..." 

Minho furrowed his brows as he tried to figure out what he meant. He blushed as the light bulb went off in his mind. "Ah, um, about that...what if you just- pull these down and then pull those up for me? I can at least stand and make it easier," he offered. 

Han nodded slightly. He helped Minho stand up and pull off his grey school pants. Minho kicked them off to the side before stepping into the new pair of pants, with Han's help. Jisung helped him pulled the sweatpants up to his waist before stepping back with a nervous sigh.