Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

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Minho cursed the timing of the situation.

No, because of course his flat would be filled with kids when him and Jisung finally got togheter.

"Is chinese takeout ok for everyone?" he asked, too busy focusing on his boyfriend to even think of cooking.

"Fine by me!" called Evan who was somehow sat upside down on the couch, with his back on the seat and feet in the air.

Matt just showed a thumbs up from the spot next to his twin where he was holding a book.

In the afternoon they had spent togheter they had found out that the two were different than what they had expected: despite how silent and put togheter Evan looked in class, at home he became a force of nature and couldn't stay put for the life of him; instead Matt who dressed in sporty clothes and acted all sarcastic around the click, was actually a chill dude, all about reading and studying.

They both had black hair and a little bit of freckles on their nose but Evan was shorter and Matt's eyes were a darker shade of blue.

"Oh! Can we please watch Nimona?? Our dad banned it as soon as it came out so we never got the chance to see it. He has monopoly over the Netflix password, see" Evan explained.

"Nimona?" Minho arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah! Don't you know it? It's a super queer movie" Jisung said.

"Must I remind you that I figured out I'm part of this community just a little time ago?"

Jisung gasped happily then wrapped his hands around Minho's waist, pulling him into a backhug:
"This means I can introduce you to everything gay, ever! Oh my god this is insane! Just wait 'till we get to the second season of Good Omens, you'll cry so hard..."

Minho had no idea what he was talking about but just hearing the excitement in his voice filled him with neverending warmth.

So they sat down on the couch all togheter with their noodles and watched the movie: by the end Matt was silently crying and even Minho could feel a tear slide down his face.

"God, I can't breathe" Evan lamented between a sob and another.

"When can you ever" rolled his eyes Matt, receiving a kick in return.

"Please stay put, you two..." chuckled Minho.

"Yes, Mr Lee!" they both said in a choir.

Jisung's face was opened up into a smile from his spot on Minho's shoulder. After this, they'd know for sure something was going on between them but he found out that he didn't really care. Matt and Evan had trusted them with their safety so Jisung felt he could trust them with their secret. Even tho he strongly felt the whole of Julia's click would know by tomorrow...

"Allright, let's go to bed. We all have school in the morning" clapped Minho and got up to go tuck the twins under their covers.

Evan would stay on the couch and Matt on the spare bed in the corridor.

"They're sleeping" Minho whispered a few minutes later, then guided Jisung into his room and locked the door behind them.

Jisung looked around, awed. It was just like he had immagined: spacious, with a big comfy bed and lots and lots of books scattered all around. There were still a few boxes in the corner and Jisung gestured to them, confused.

"Me and Yoona were going to move here after the wedding anyway, so we had started bringing shit here before...well..."

"Yoona"

Jisung thought. This was the first time Minho spoke openly about her.
So he was serious about no more secrets, huh?

"Were you two togheter long?" he asked, heart in his throat.

"Four years and a few months, to be exact" admitted Minho:
"And I never realised I didn't love her... I just didn't know what love was supposed to feel like... Thought the affection I harbored for her was enough. Besides, we got along so well and she loved me so... it would've been weird to not love her back, does that make sense?"

"Not really" Jisung stated honestly:
"I always knew I liked guys too so this wasn't a problem to me"

The other let out a sigh:
"I guess I realised things late..."

Jisung shook his head in return, face opening up into a small smile and pulled him close:

"Not too late thought..."

Minho smiled too, a warm hand creeping up to cup his cheek and placed a soft peck on his lips:
"Thank god..." he whispered, pressing their foreheads togheter.

That night, Minho fell asleep looking into the starry night from his open window, an arm around Jisung's waist and his heart at peace.

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