Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

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"...and Melissa forgot your name! Can you believe it!? After I invited her to the wedding and all! If I could take it back god knows I would"

Minho laughed at Yoona's story, stirring the pasta he was cooking for lunch.

"Oh, I'm rambling again. Sorry sweetheart. Let's see...How did that party go? You never ended up telling me"

Minho's stomach lurched and he coughed a bit.

"Uhm fine. Yeah, fun."

"Min?" asked Yoon menacingly.

"Ok..." he sighed:
"I may have drunk a bit too much..."

"Min!" whined Yoona:
"We talked about this!"

Minho scratched his nape as he set a timer for roughly ten minutes:

"I know, I know... I was just a bit sad, is all"

Yoona sighed into the speaker:
"Was it because of me?"

Minho's senses snapped up at that.

"Was it?"

Well, no. Not technically, he bargained. It was totally his own fault if he couldn't say the three magic words.

"Nah" he chose to say at the end:
"Just struggling a bit. You know, new evironment, bit lonely..."

"I'm sorry, Min... I hope you managed to have at least a bit of fun thought"

"It was ok. Seungmin was there for me and...Jisung"

he instantly regretted having named him. The way he had said his name... it was different from the tone he had used for his friend's.

"So you guys are getting along! I'm glad" she exclaimed.

"If <<getting along>> really was all there is to it my life would be bliss"

Minho thought glumly.

"Yeah, he's great" he said instead.

"I'm looking forward to meeting him when I come visit for Christmas then"

"Sure thing"

Right when he said that the distant sound of a door opening and a loud voice escaped the speakers.

"Shit! It's my boss. Gotta go, love you, bye!"

The phone call ended before Minho could worry about having to say it back.

The professor sighed with relief and finally sat down with his pasta.

However, he couldn't spend more than a few seconds alone with himself that everything came flooding back in expecially that sentence...

"Besides...I didn't mind"

Minho pressed a hand to his temples. He was developing a headache.

Of all the things he had expected Jisung to say, that sentence was the last of em.

"Does that mean...he would've accepted?"

And those smug, knowing looks the assistant had kept shooting at him all lesson. It had made him feel nervous about teaching for the first time in years. Having let Jisung know he was attracted to him probably was the biggest mistake he had ever committed...

But then again... Hadn't Jisung admitted the same thing with those cryptic words?

"Great so we're attracted to eachother, maybe pheraps. But I'm getting married soon. Well...not that Jisung knows about it, I don't reveal such personal things to my coworkers..."

he recapped:

"So nothing will happen. We'll just... keep it in the past and move on as professor and assistant"

Minho took a bite of his food feeling like he was trying to gaslight himself into believing those thoughts.

Truth was that a part of Minho hoped things wouldn't go back to how they were before...

But that was a dangerous train of thought.

"This is a test"

he realised:

"The gods above are testing my loyalty to Yoona, to see if I'm ready for this wedding"

Yes, that must have been it.

After two years of dating Yoona, someone who was perfect for him, he had promised he'd marry her. And no attractive, gorgeous boy with a slim waist and lovely curls and a smile like the sun and soft cheeks and biteable lips...

Minho shook his head, trying to get the warmth creeping up his shirt to disappear.

And no boy (he tried again) was going to distract him from that path.

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