24 to 25 // minsung

d a y 8

December 8th

Baby...

I called him baby?

I did...

It was so... Natural?

I...

I don't regret.

Even if I will die soon I want to call him baby.

I want call him cute names.

Hannie?

Baby?

Love?

... Mine?

No.

No. No. No.

NO!!

WHY I CAN'T? WHY I FELL FOR HIM? WHY CAN'T I LEAVE HIM??!?

I!! NEED!! TO!! LEAVE!! HIM!!

'Good morning!'

Minho slowly opened his eyes and first view he saw was Jisung hanging over him. It took him few seconds to realise that Han is sitting on his tummy and leaning his elbows on both sides of Minho's head, making their faces being dangerously close.

'... Hi? Don't you have any other place to seat?'

'No. Anyways, I told you before, you are so handsome so I'm sitting and admiring~'

'Have you look at the mirror today?'

'Noo~'

Jisung lied in bed on his tummy, swinging his legs and resting his head on his fists like biggest babygirl.

'Why~'

'Because you have big ass eyebags and huge pimple on your forehead.'

Minho said seriously, making Han stop breathing and running straight to mirror.

'You bitch! You lied!'

Lee laughed seeing cute anger on younger's face. Han went back to bed and hit other boy with pillow, hugging fluffy stuff and turning his back to Minho.

'I don't want to talk with you. Go away.'

Actually... He was serious. He was really insecure about his appearance and even innocent jokes was kinda hurtful. But all of the anger came out when Jisung felt Minho's arms around his waist and warm chest touching his back.

'You are pretty anyway. You look like prince. Maybe you are one?'

'If I would be I wouldn't lay with you here.'

'Maybe you are missed prince? Now I won't let you go to anywhere. I found you like Shrek found Fiona.'

'But I am the one who found you.'

Jisung noticed, turning his body around to face Minho.

'That's fact. But still, you are really beautiful. I think I like to tell you it. You deserve to hear it.'

'I... I have never heard that someone finds me handsome... Thank you....'

'Maybe I am kinda weird but I never lied in serious situations. I envy your boyfriend.'

'Maybe you wanna be one?'

'Who said I am into boys?'

'Are you into girls?'

'I am not into both.'

'Now you lying. But, I have no boyfriend, you have no partner sooo~ let's go. Ask me for it. I'll agree!!'

Minho chuckled and softly rubbed Han's cheek, staring into his eyes.

'Are you going to be-'

Lee cut his words, seeing literally all galaxy into Jisung's eyes.

Jisung said it for real. But Minho didn't want to hurt him that much.

'That nice and would you mind make me coffee?'

'YOU ARE BITCH!'

Jisung complained, looking disappointed.

'Don't you think we don't know each other very well? It's barely one week since we met. Isn't it too fast? Jisung, we don't know each other. We don't love each other. Even if you like me it is not love.'

'... Do you like me?'

'... I do. But I don't know if it is in romantic way. Ji, it's too short period of time. '

'Do you think you would like to be my boyfriend? '

'Why do you even ask, actually, random guy things like that?'

'If you are random why did you come to me to make me feel safe?'

'Why you ask things like that?'

'Please answer my questions first.'

'... I don't know if I would like to be your boyfriend, Jisung, it's not question to random person.'

'I can wait. We can let ourselves be closer. I can wait even years. Besides, if we would be random we wouldn't lay down in by bed into each other arms, you wouldn't rub my wait and look at me with that sparkle in you eyes and I wouldn't feel butterflies with your every small move when you touch me, I wouldn't blush. Please understand that sometimes something between people is boring very fast. I think something like that happened in our case... I like you. I know it is not love yet. But I think I would let it change into love. Please... Give me chance. Even if it would take months. '

'Why are you so sure I'll be still alive?'

'What are you talking about? It's not first time...'

'You don't know what can happen. Maybe someone will stab me, maybe I'll be hit by car.'

'Maybe stop talking bullshit. You won't... You know that conversation became very depressed... Let's go. I'll make tea and we will watch something. I book my seat on your laps.'

So innocent... Will I be able to leave him?