Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

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Changbin had clocked him.

That's what Minho thought, wide awake staring at the ceiling, Yoona breathing steadily next to him.

He had realised something was wrong.

"Pretty evident." he thought:
"I haven't told her I love her or kissed her in two whole days"

All he did now was look at him with a questioning espression, a pretty irritated one.

And Minho understood, really. He would've gotten mad too if someone was treating his sister like that. Not that he had sisters but...

He sighed and curled up into the fetal position, staring at Yoona's back.

It was the night after Christmas but it didn't feel like it.
Yoona and Changbin were gonna leave in the morning.

All Minho had done during this brief visit had been stressing, hating himself and wearing a mask of happiness.

Well he had thought too.

The conclusion he had come to wasn't a nice one but if it was true...

He replayed all his life in his brain once again, expecially focusing on his feelings for Yoona.

Had they ever even been...well...romantic?

The thought made a sharp jolt of pain squeeze his heart.

Had it all been a lie??

Minho was starting to think...

he was starting to think that maybe he didn't like women like that at all.

He had just assumed it was what he was supposed to do...
Find himself a lady, fall in love, build a family...wasn't that how it worked?

"Apparently not."

he sighed.

And the fact that this was all thanks to Jisung, it made Minho release an ironic puff.
If the assistant hadn't come along he would've never even questioned anything.

But now...

even in bed with her supposed fiancee all he could think about was Jisung.

He hadn't answered his text about the scarf. Or the various ones he had sent after that one.
It infuriated him.

"He stirs up all this confusion in my brain and then just...dips!? How dare he??"

he scoffed at nothing and turned his back to Yoona's sleeping body.

"Can't sleep?" asked a voice then.

Guess Yoon wasn't asleep after all.

"Nope" he answered, popping the p.

Her hands wrapped around his body softly and she breathed on his nape:
"Wanna do something else?"

she placed a kiss on his skin.

Minho felt nothing.

His thoughts went from glum to disastrous real quick.
He couldn't say no. That would be too suspicious.

"Allright..."

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