𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 & 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

23 | always be him

You don't make a sound
Heartbreak was never so loud
⁺ 𓂋 𓈒

"Things have been getting better actually"

Minho's mom smiles happily "That's good to hear Jisung, I think it's about time we all have dinner. You and Minho have been friends for years and I've never properly met your parents"

"Mom" Minho intervened, "He just said things are getting better, meaning don't rush him"

I chuckle and shake my head "It's fine" I say to him "I think that would be nice, I'll mention it to my mom"

"Oh, great" Minho mumbled. It was no surprise that Minho didn't want this to happen, he was never fond of my family and it was my fault. I always ranted to him about everything that didn't go my way and so he became biased.

"Shut it Minho" She demands. He puts his hand up in surrender, laughing.

We were in the middle of dinner as I agreed to stay the night before Minho went off to his dad's for the week.

This wasn't an uncommon thing, I've stayed here often and so I've grown comfortable around Minho's mom. She was like a second mom to me if I'm being completely honest. There was a time when I trusted her more than I trusted my own family—maybe I still do.

After dinner, we helped clean up and his mom quickly called it a night as she worked long hours at work, making Minho and I scurry off to his room.

Now I lay on his bed as he works on school work that he needs to do before leaving.

Minho had always kept up with school. He never fell behind and when he did he quickly caught back up. I would say it was because of his mom, she always gets on him when his grades drop, and for any other kid they would get annoyed but I always told him that it's a good thing and that she only cares. He hasn't complained recently.

I sit up on the bed, back leaning on his headboard as I look at him "What do you think he has to tell you?" My eyes look over his exposed chest as I ask.

Minho shrugs, and without looking up he says "Probably something unimportant, like always" he shows no enthusiasm, making me chuckle.

"Where did all the positive thoughts go for the week?"

My silver-haired friends finally looked at me "Drained away once I remembered that I won't be able to see you for a week"

I pout "How miserable," I said playfully.

Minho rolls his eyes "Says the boy who begged to stay over tonight—gonna miss me too much?"

I hum "I can just hang with the boys when I get bored, shouldn't be that bad"

Minho stands up from his chair "Hang with the boys?"

I nod slowly "That's what I said"

He looked me over before climbing into the bed, getting to me and his face was only a couple inches away from mine as he said "But they're not me"

My eyes drop to his lips and quickly back to his eyes "No, their not"

His lips met mine and I went dizzy. It felt like all the air was sucked out of my body and I was filled with a drug that I'm becoming addicted to.

I feel Minho quickly straddle my waist as I hold his hips tightly. His hands are on my jaw as he kisses me eagerly.

My hand runs up his naked back and he pulls away, looking at me "We shouldn't—"

"Why not?" I said immediately.

Minho sighs lowly "I don't want you uncomfortable"

"Do I look uncomfortable?" I chuckle.