My Saviour [A Minsung Fanfiction]

LOST HIM ?

Listen to "A Thousand Years" by James Arthur.

Felix left for his grandma's with his dad two days ago, and today is the day he comes back. The day Jung soo gets married. So Minho couldn't tell him about Jisung as he planned to, and if he doesn't do that today, Jisung's gonna leave him for real. The Australian texted him a few minutes earlier, saying he'll be back by 12, that means only half an hour is left. Good thing that Minho bought a not-so-cheap suit for the wedding of Jisung's choice, the reason that he had to buy it even though its pretty expensive. Minho requested him to go along with him to the ceremony, but he insisted on staying home since he was not invited. Changbin would be busy too, so that's a no from him.

And there was no way he would go alone, that also as the ring bearer, so Felix was his only hope. He was pretty sure Felix would tag along. He got a day-off from his work for Jung soo, but there was no leave for Jisung, so he had to leave anyway. And he's gonna be back by 12, just like Felix. In this two days of living with Jisung, Minho learned or you can say noticed, a lot of things about him. And the most cute one was that when he eats, he stores food somewhere inside his cheeks, like a squirrel does.

And he's a quiet sleeper, but he needs something to cuddle with when he sleeps, and that something is Minho.

He has a lot of cute habits, like when they went out for shopping he looks around himself, stops to look at everything in a wondering gaze, like he's new to the world. And he might look reserved, but he doesn't hesitate to open up to someone he's comfortable with. In the meantime, someone started to press the doorbell simultaneously as if it was an emergency, Minho quickly opened the door, only to have a excited and energetic as ever Felix throw himself into his arms. He almost gave Minho a fright.

"You're back already?" Minho asked once they were both sitting on his bed.

"Aren't you happy? I really missed my old man." He chuckled.

"You little- no I'm not happy."

"Oh my god, look at you being sulky. So cute."

Minho glared at him, and the latter just laughed. Just then, the doorbell rang again, no doubt it was Jisung. Minho was about to go, but Felix got up first. He didn't stop him since they were going to meet anyway. As Felix opened the door, revealing a exhausted and handsome Jisung, the boy who opened the door, when he turned to Minho, was flabbergasted. Minho put his hands up in the air in defence, giving both of them an apologetic look.

Then the three of them were seated, sharing awkward glances with eachother from time to time. Minho was searching for ways to explain the situation but then settled with,

"So Felix, this is Jisung and Jisung, this is Felix."

"You can do the introduction later, I'm more interested in knowing how you guys met." Felix says.

At the mention of how they met, their minds went back to the incident. This is something they both will always remember, even though those times were full of misery, they both wouldn't have even crossed paths if not for that incident in the first place. It was their fate and Minho couldn't tell if he was thankful to it. But Jisung is someone he'll never be ungrateful for. Minho knows Felix isn't judgemental, to be honest, he has an angel like personality, so he decided to tell Felix what happened 8 months ago. As much as it would hurt him to relive those memories again, he knows he'll have these two people by his side.

"As you know I'm an orphan..."

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Felix and Jisung were a crying mess by the time he finished his story, Minho felt like crying too but he has had this sense of responsibility, he feels like if he cries along with them as well, no one would comfort them. He's always been protective towards people younger than him, and he has this feeling that he should always try to protect Felix and Jisung, especially Jisung because he has no one to take his side. He held in his tears just so that he can hug them and tell them that "it's okay, its okay to cry", while he's always been unable to let even a single tear fall from his own eyes.