"Do you have a minute?" MINSUNG

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ok i'm writing this but i'm also busy this week so idk why 😇 have fun reading

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Jisung POV

"I don't know what I'm really supposed to do if I stay.." He pauses and turns around, "I don't think you want me to see you naked, or anything." Minho says again, nervously.

"I'll just bathe in my boxers, I just don't want to be alone.." I mumble out the last few words.

"Okay then, i'll turn around and let you get undressed and let you get in the bath. Let me know when you want me to turn around." Minho says, with a sweet tone.

"Thank you, Minho." I say as I take off my shirt.

"No problem, i'll always be here if you need me."

"Now I see why Chan like you, you're very sweet and charismatic."

"You think so?" He says with a smile (I know he's doing it, I practically feel his happy aroma) I can't see.

"I said that aloud..?" I say, whispering to myself.

"Yes, you did." I hear a tiny laugh from his mouth.

I put my left leg into the water, followed by my right leg. I slump down into the water, getting my head wet. I resurfaced, hair dripping down my face.

"You.. Can turn around now if you want." I say, hair still dripping. Minho does a slow 180 turn, "Are you sure sure? I don't want you to be uncomfortable with me here." Minho says, a whispering low tone that could calm a baby.

"Yes! Yes.. Quick before I change my mind." I laugh at the end. "Whatever you sayyy"

Minho does a full turn. He smiles and doesn't look at my body. His eyes fully focused onto my face. "Let me sit down so we're sort of equal." Minho sits down and the room goes silent. A comfortable silence.

It was like this for a minute before my voice wakes up, "Minhoo, can I have the soap?"

"Oh! Yea sorry, I forgot all about that."

Minho turns around and grabs the soap, his body twisted around again, holding out the soap for me to grab. My hand lingers out in front of him, our fingertips touched and it stayed like that for a second before I lean up and grab it. "Thank you."

There was a comfortable silence again. I open the soap, releasing it from the trenches of the bottle holding it captive. (why did i detail this) Rubbing the soap between my hands, I scrub my head.

"Aah, this feels nice." I close my eyes and let my hands rest in my locks of hair. Breathing heavier with each continued breath.

"Hey, you don't have to answer this, but I just want to understand you more.. Why do you pinch yourself?" Minho asks me, I continue to scrub my hair again.

"I do it when i'm feeling certain emotions, like embarrassment, nervousness, anger, sadness. Sometimes it's like a coping mechanism." I answer with slow dragged on words. Of course I wasn't going to tell him why I actually started doing it. All he needs to know is what causes me to do it. "It's mainly when i'm under pressure, sadness and embarrassment." I continued on.

"Can I see your hands?" Minho asked me, in the same calming voice. I could melt to it any day.

"Uh- Sure let me finish this." I push a majority of the soap out of my hair, rinsing my hands off in the clear waters.

I give him my hands. His touch was like an angels, skin so soft you'd melt to the touch. He dropped one of my hands lightly back into the tub. His one hand still caressed into a hold, Minho grabs a miniature nail file. "Can I file your nails? Just so when you get nervous, you won't bleed?"