Sparks Flew

Mom

"Hey mom?" Jisung asks so carefully he might as well be walking into a cave full of hungry lions.

"Hi my baby! What are you up to on this lovely morning?" She says so carelessly as Jisung looks down on the sleeping Minho still clinging weakly to him.

"Not much."

"Well, I know you're always so busy with work, so I thought I'd ask now so you can prepare."

"It sounds like I don't have a choice and it's not an actual question, more of a 'this is what you're going to do so plan accordingly' type of thing." Jisung says flatly.

"Don't be like that Jisung."

"What do you need?"

"I was wondering if you could come over for thanksgiving this year." Fuck.

"Mom, I don't think I have time this year, I-" and by the worst possible moment, Minho wakes up.

"Ji~, you're so loud." His head cuddles deeper into Jisung's thigh.

"Who was that? Was that a guy?" Questions start shooting out of Jisung's mother like a grenade.

"Mom! Relax, it's just my roommate!" Jisung says quickly, only to look down at Minho's face, which is a mixture of confusion and hurt, and it makes Jisung's heartache.

"You have a roommate now?"

"Yea- he's- a- really good friend of mine."

"Oh well it's settled then! You and your friend are coming to Thanksgiving with us! He's your roommate now, so it's practically law that he has to come."

"Mom wait-" Jisung's mother hung up before Jisung could protest.

Minho sat up next to Jisung as he put his phone into his pocket. "Roommate?"

"I know, I'm sorry- my mom- she- I- I panicked- I was scared and- I'm so sorry- I should've- she would've- I couldn't- I've never- I'm sorry Min." Jisung finally gives up. He felt water pool in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, she-" Jisung tries and fails to explain again. "I'm sorry." He whispers one more time, feeling the water drip down his cheek. Idiot. Why? Why do you ruin everything?

A soft hand wipes away some Jisung tears, he looks at Minho to see him smiling softly. "Ji. Calm down, I'm not mad. What was that about?"

"I guess I told you my mom wasn't too fond of gay relationships when you asked to date me, and she heard you over the phone, so I panicked."

Minho kissed Jisung gently. "You're gonna have to tell your mom eventually Ji."

"I know, I'm just." He paused. "Not ready yet."

"I'll be with you when you are ready." Minho sank back down to the spot he was in before and closed his eyes. "So what did your mom want?" He asked sleepily.

Why is he so fucking hot when he's tiered? "She just wanted me to come to thanksgiving."

"Isn't Thanksgiving not for like three or four weeks?"

"Yea, I usually don't go because I always just tell her I'm busy, but then I told her you were my roommate, and now she wants us both to come to thanksgiving so she can meet the person I'm 'living with.'" Jisung looked down at Minho who was now looking up at him. "You don't have to, I can think of some excuse." Jisung said quickly.

Minho thought for a moment. "It's fine, I'll go."

"Min, wait- I don't- maybe- I can just-"

"Shut up."

"Make me!" Jisung said a little louder than a normal tone, sounding kind of childish.

Minho sat up again. "Do you really want me to?" He crawled himself out of the covers and put his top half on top of Jisung.