ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

Chapter Seven

— R POV

Minho stared at the blank canvas that was propped up on an easel. He had no inspiration to paint anymore, he had done enough paintings about his broken relationship with his father. What's more to do? The only thing that was particularly interesting and sentimental was his broken relationship. Should he do more of a light, colorful, and joyful drawing? 

"I can't," Minho groaned leaning back in his beanbag and rubbing his temples. "Colorful isn't my style, it just isn't! Why is art block a thing?"

A knock echoed drawing his attention to his busted door. He furrowed his brows knowing neither his mom nor Chan-yeol would knock, like ever— since his door didn't have a lock so they took it to advantage. Holding his breath he tried getting up from the beanbag and stumbled back down, breathing heavily.

"Damn, I'm fucking lazy," Minho chuckled at how he was out of breath just by the attempt of getting up from his chair. "Just come in!"

Relaxing his muscles he leaned back on the bag and looked at the door open. Half of Jisung's face peeked through as he shyly entered with a nervous smile. He was dressed differently like an odd different and it made Minho raise an eyebrow. Jisung wore a large beige sweater, light blue baggy jeans, and cute little clips on both sides of his hair to move the bangs out of his face. It was the first that Minho had actually saw Jisung's full face and was well—alive looking.

"You look... different," Minho said nonchalantly to hide the fact that he was about to smile with admiration. Jisung closed the door gently and stood with a hand ripping the hem of his sweater and another combing loose hair behind his ear. His heart beating out his chest knowing it was nothing like what he usually dressed. "Why are you acting weird?"

Jisung's smile slowly faded as he cleared his throat and looked down. "I— Can I stay here for a while?", he stuttered as he desperately grabbed at the clips in his hair to take them off, thinking Minho didn't like how he looked. The brunette realized the change of aura and patted beside him.

"Come and sit with me," Minho said scooting to the side a bit for the other. Jisung's breath hitched before he hesitantly made his way to the empty spot. As he sat down the older asked, "May I know why you want to stay here?"

Jisung bit his bottom lip, debating in his head if he should tell Minho the truth or lie. He felt like he could trust him after that night when he showed hope in Jisung's healing.

"You don't have to tell me," Minho reminded with a tiny smile making the younger blush a little at the gentleness of the other after everything. "I've been staring at this for a while, I need inspiration on what to paint."

"Have you tried experience—?"

"Yes," Minho answered quickly adding a laugh after to make sure he didn't seem annoyed. "Experience is what brought me to paint. When I paint, it reveals how I feel and so I always paint when I'm confused about how I'm feeling about a certain situation. It's my escape."

"Thats corny," Jisung snorted before smiling sweetly. "I understand though— in fact, right now... you're my escape." Minho looked at the other with eyes full of shock and contentment. They made eye contact for a long second before Jisung's voice whispered, "I didn't want to go to my therapy session. I don't feel safe and private when I go to those but I have a slick feeling that I could with you."

Minho's eyes averted to Jisung's lips as he was about to lean in. A knock. He pulled away from a widened-eyed boy who scooted away from the brunette.

"Y-Yeah?", Minho called mentally beating himself up for leaning in. His mom busted through the door with a fruit platter and a glimpse of wiggly eyebrows crossed her face. "Thank you, Mom."

"Thank you, Mrs. Lee," Jisung thanked, standing, and bowing down which made Minho's mother giggle and cover her mouth being flustered.

"Oh my, oh my! Minho you have a charmer for a friend! I like this one," she cooed squeezing Jisung's cheeks. "I'll leave you two be then!" She then waved goodbye before leaving the room.

"I love your Mom," Jisung said the moment she left. Minho laughed it off and a light bulb lit in his head as he stared at Jisung's smile when he said he loved the brunette's Mom.

In a snap, he reached for his pencil, glanced at Jisung, and started sketching his one-of-a-kind idea. The younger was alluring to Minho, his jawline and chubby cheeks, the way his eyes sparkled visibly when he looked at Minho despite the dark eyebags, those lips that looked so kissable but had ripped skin from biting his bottom lip too much, the silky hair that had had so many split ends. Maybe this seemed absurd but Minho was engaged with the features attached to Jisung, despite the "flaws" he found Jisung cute. A "friendly" cute, just like how the kiss was going to be "friendly." His mentality was that he and Jisung could only be friends since Jisung wasn't mentally stable.

Night came by and Jisung fell asleep on Minho's bed. The latter was still finishing his draft of the new painting he had made using Jisung as inspiration. He added a few touches like tiny details that he couldn't forget before moving it to the side, covering it with a sheet, and creeping to the younger. Kneeling down his hand stroked the side of Jisung's arm to wake him up.

"Ji, I think it's time for you to get going," Minho whispered trying to shake the boy. Jisung whined and opened his eyes a little feeling very tired. "It's late."

"I don't wanna go yet," Jisung whispered knowing his Mom would give him a long lecture that he didn't want to hear.

"But you need to, how else would I sleep?" The raven-haired boy pouted and sat up with Minho's help. He thought about the way Jisung was speaking and how he seemed awfully comfortable. Not that Minho had a problem... "Will I see you tomorrow at the rooftop?"

"I make no promises... I just— I don't wanna go," Jisung whined under his breath, kicking his foot a little.

"You can come over anytime you want but you need to go home now."

"Why can't I just come over for the next few hours?" Minho chuckled and shook his head.

"That didn't make sense. I'll walk you to your house, how's that?" Jisung stared and stood up to hug Minho tightly, snuggling just slightly onto his chest. "Woah— are you okay?"

"Thank you," he muttered in reply. "I'm glad you're here... I didn't wanna go to therapy." The hug was warm, it made his insides fuzzy from feeling safer than he'd ever been. Breathing in the green apple kid's shampoo that Minho had to use because of Chan-yeol but yet it brought Jisung to a state of nostalgia and he savored it. He let go and awkwardly smiled before walking away to grab his things quickly. Minho froze in place, sinking in that Jisung was comfortable with him. "I-I'll get going now... I can walk myself."

The younger fumbled to open the door and turned around to wave bye before quickly leaving in a hurry. The moment he closed the door his cheeks flushed as if he held it in until then. It was unusual to do this with a person other than Chan or Changbin. He bit down on his smile trying to contain it and looked at realizing someone was looking at him.

"You're happy," Chan-yeol cooed with his Nintendo blasting on high volume. "You should come over more often." He then left and Jisung just let the smile he held back fall on his face before leaving their apartment happily.