Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

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Minho was floating in a warm haze, softness surrounded him and finally he felt relaxed.

He pressed his lids shut and inhaled that citrusy smell as a smile opened up on his lips.

"Minho..." a sweet voice called for him.

He pressed his nose into the crook of someone's neck and pulled them closer until their bodies were pressed against eachother.

"Mh?" he hummed.

He didn't want to wake up. He wanted to revel in their warmth for ever.

"Oh, Minho..." said the voice again, teasing.

Finally Minho let his lids slide open and saw a dark shilouette surrounded by surreal pastel clouds. It felt like an old painting...

"Yoona...?" he tried.

The figure shook their head then moved closer. Minho was confused but he let them: their skin pressed togheter sent sparks of pleasure all over his body. He swallowed saliva.

"Who are you...?" he asked.

"Minho..." the voice whispered on his lips and finally Minho recognised it.

He started awake in his bed, breathing hard.

"A dream. Just a dream."

He passed a hand through his hair and tried to recollect himself and his thoughts.

That voice had been Jisung's, he was sure.

"But why Jisung?"

he frowned, eyebrows stitching togheter and tried to remember what had happened the evening prior.

"Right, the party"

he had gotten drunk, too drunk.

The more he remained there, sitting under the covers, forcing his memory, the more scenes started coming back.

And the more they did the more horrified Minho felt.

"WHAT WAS I THINKING!?"

he screamed in his mind:

"I'M A TEACHER, I'M SUPPOSED TO BE MATURE AND RELIABLE NOT... NOT WHATEVER THAT WAS"

He pressed his flushed face into his knees.

However, he had to admit... as he replayed again and again the memory of Jisung swaying in the lights under his lids...that he was really...

Minho threw the covers off. He needed to clear his head.

Having washed his face Minho got to cooking breakfast. As he did he tried to think.

"So apparently I'm attracted to men...? Huh??"

he had never even thought about it... but now that he was piecing things togheter... it actually made sense. Accidents and happenings from the previous years suddenly appeared in his brain under a new light and he realised he had been a fool all along.

I was so obvious. Why hadn't he seen it before??

"I'm attracted to Jisung"

was the second thing Minho tried to come to terms with as he smushed blueberries under his teeth.

Now that was a problem. Expecially with how he had acted at the party. First of all, he needed to apologise and hope he hadn't ruined everything between them. Then well... he'd need to endure.

Because of course, giving in wasn't an option.

Minho hadn't forgotten his almost-argument with Yoona and this whole event was making him feel so guilty that he'd gladly throw himself off the nearest window.

He was so, so glad that nothing had happened. He could've never forgiven himself if it had.

"I have an amazing girlfriend who understands me perfectly and has been by my side for so long and I'm over here losing my mind over the first attractive boy I see. God, I'm so fucking weak"

And Jisung wasn't even someone random, that would've been better. Easier to forget, to put in the past. But Jisung was someone who worked under his orders. Someone he was forced to see everyday. Someone who was supposed to take him seriously.

"This is so bad."

Minho had fucked up. Big time.

"What can I even say to ensure he'll forgive me??"

As he thought on that, his eyes fell on the phone and he remembered he was supposed to call Yoona.

Terror filled his heart.

"No...Oh,no. I can't."

He switched the silent mode on.

He would have to tell her he had forgotten it like that after the party and call her later.

Minho sighed.

So much for an easier life.

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