ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

Chapter Eleven

R POV —

The sunlight beamed through Minho's window curtains hitting Jisung's eyes. The boy whined quietly and rubbed his eyes not wanting to get out of the warmth of Minho's blanket. It was tightly hugging his body and it just embraced his cold body. Only it wasn't a blanket but he was embraced in Minho's arms. His eyes widened and he quickly sat up in a hurry. Jisung wasn't able to comprehend whatever happened the night before. He didn't know how they ended up cuddling because the last he seen was Minho facing the opposite direction. Not that he was complaining though because he smiled and wiggled out the other's hold. Putting his shoes on he stumbled and fell on the bean bag, squeaking and turning to see if he woke Minho. He let out a sigh of relief seeing the brunette sound asleep so he walked out of the room as silently as he could.

"Oh Jisung!", Minho's Mom called from the kitchen, signaling the Raven to come to her. When he obligated she sat him down at a chair and flipped her pancakes. "You know, I believe you're becoming someone special to Minho. I was so worried that he would struggle to find friends but look at you!"

Jisung's wide smile slowly faded when he took her words in. He felt like he shouldn't be doing this because it would only bring Minho down. He couldn't do this to him, even if he was reassuring him all day every day that he would help him.

"I'm happy about it too ma'am," he responded with a hint of sadness in his tone that was not caught.

"So, do you like maple syrup on your pancakes or do you prefer plain?", she questioned lifting his spatula up in the air. Jisung smiled again for her despite his heart aching.

When Jisung sat on the rooftop, looking down at students coming into the school he breathed heavily from nervousness. Facing Minho was the last thing he wanted to do... The tension between them and just the fact that they slept next to each other in a tight bed. He was glad to leave before the brunette woke up because he knew that he would've been a stuttering mess. Now, he knew he had to face him because Minho always went up to the rooftop for Jisung's presence.

M POV —

I walk up the concrete steps to the rooftop so I can meet with Jisung. Last night was... memorable and I want to be sure that he's well. I bought us some food to feast and maybe strike up a conversation while we were at it. Excitedly I open the heavy doors and smile shortly when I lock eyes with Jisung almost immediately. I stared for a moment, I had hopes that my comment about his hair clips being nice would cause him to wear it today but what was I expecting really?

"You look hungry," I assume before lifting my bag of food to offer. "I bought us food— I didn't know what you enjoyed eating so I just got all sorts of things."

"Oh thank you," Jisung responded rather oddly. I don't understand, we had such a good time yesterday. Was it the hair clips comment? Was that too... open? His tone is too monotone and uninterested.

"Have I done something?", I blurt putting the bag down to my side. He looked at me guiltily so I frowned as a response.

"N-No, I just... I'd rather not speak of it. Just know that you aren't the problem," Jisung replied fidgeting his fingers. I suspiciously nod and sit beside him but I don't believe his words. His aura has changed ever since yesterday. Maybe it is because he opened up to me and now feels anxious that I might open my mouth. Gosh, I'm nervous.

"Kimbap?", I ask taking out a container of it in rows and evenly cut slices. Jisung smiled slightly— maybe even shyly— if I must and took it in hand.

"Thank you for this Minho. I appreciate you caring." I will get an answer out of you soon.

R POV —

Minho sighed and fanned his face with the mail he took out of their mailbox before making his way to the elevator where he stood. He rolled his eyes at the elevator taking a while to process that he had pressed the button to his level. This gave him the chance to think about Jisung and what could've caused this sudden change of attitude. What if he was worrying too much that Jisung knew Minho—

The elevator dinged and soon slid open. Minho took a step forward only to step back again. He hid away from his father who looked around cautiously. The brunette furrowed his brows and peeked through to find his Dad neatly placing a fruit basket in front of his apartment.

"Does he expect us to trust that," Minho scoffed under his breath but he knew deep down that he was going to take it in with a spark of hope that he could bring his father back into his life. He couldn't trust it enough though. Minho pressed the button again closing the elevator doors as he watched his Dad leave using the stairway. Probably took that route knowing Minho, his
Mom and brother wouldn't take the stairs. He wouldn't get caught visiting their apartment, it was just sad that he did.

When Minho went back up to his family's apartment, he picked the fruit basket up and found a letter attached to it. Ripping it off he found his Dad's signature on the back of the envelope and took a deep breath. His eyes glistened at the thought of having a father figure but... his Dad wasn't particularly an inspiring person nor a good person for a fact. He shook his head and stuffed the letter in his pocket before unlocking the front door and making his way inside.

"Who is that fruit basket from Honey?" His Mom questioned walking into the kitchen with her flip-flops making click-clack sounds with every step she made.

Minho hummed dropping it on their countertop like nothing. "Just a classmate of mine. They surely adore me at school," the brunette lied. If his mom found out then it would cause something Minho did not want. Especially when he wants to believe his dad is going to come around soon and has changed for the better.

"Secret admirers I see... How does Jisung feel about that?" Minho's smile faded and cleared his throat but his cheeks turned to a shade of pink.

"What—? How does Jisung's opinion link with my secret admirers?"

"I don't know, he's your friend and all. Surely he envies you and your charms... or perhaps has fallen for your charms?"

"Mom, I don't believe that is it at all," Minho denied shaking his head and holding back a smile. "I... think that he really is just envious of me. I mean I'm handsome, intelligent, talented—"

"And an egomaniac," she interrupted with a yawn following after. Minho chuckled and playfully flicked her head before hugging her.

"I love you, Mom."

"That'd be the first to hear from you." Minho let go and gave her a look causing her to laugh and nod. "I love you too Baby."