only in my mind|| minsung

Sixty Two🌷

Friday came way quicker than Minho had wished. He was getting himself together in his room, Jisung sat on his bed watching him as he fixed his shirt collar. He frowned a little seeing just how nervous he was. 

"Hey, it'll be okay" He reassured. Minho sighed a little, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his shirt "What if he doesn't even show up?" He mumbled as he grew frustrated at his shirt. He groaned a little in annoyance causing Jisung to get up and walk to him, turning him around to face him as he fixed the buttons and collar. "Why are you thinking that? He said he wanted to meet you"

"I know...but...I feel like he won't...and i know he said he's tried to get to see me...but a part of me wished he tried harder..." Minho looked at Jisung's features which eased his worries seeing him so calm. Jisung smoothed out the top of his shirt before wrapping his arms around his neck "I don't think he would want to meet you if he hadn't tried" He spoke softly. "It'll be okay, I promise" He softly leaned in and placed a gentle kiss onto Minho's lips. 

Minho took a breath in, feeling Jisung's lips on his. It was like a grounding kiss. A kiss that drowned out everything he was worried about and all his 'what ifs' faded into thin air. He wrapped his arms around Jisung's waist pulling him closer before slowly pulling back and resting his forehead against his. 

"Thank you..." He uttered breathlessly. Jisung hummed and cupped his cheek with his hand, gently tracing his thumb against the skin. "Be excited hm?" He spoke in a hushed tone "You get to meet your dad!" He smiled. Minho hummed a soft smile coming to his face "Yeah...I can tell him about us..." 

Jisung felt his heart swell with love when Minho said that "You want to?" He asked softly, in a bare whisper. Minho nodded his head with an airy laugh escaping his lips "I'd love to" He replied just as quietly, intimately. 

Minho glanced at his watch for the time and sighed, burying his head into Jisung's neck. "I got to go" He mumbled against his skin. Jisung giggled a little from the soft ticklish breath against his neck "You'll be fine, just text me if you need me hm?" He softly spoke as he moved back from the hug. 

Minho pouted a little "You're so warm" He mumbled. Jisung chuckled lightly. "I don't wanna leave you" He pouted. Jisung hummed softly "You can't leave your dad waiting" he chuckled in reply. 

With another soft sigh Minho finally gave in and nodded "Okay...I'll text you if I need you"

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Minho nervously sat in the café, bouncing his leg constantly, his jaw clenched slightly as every sound in the café became unbearable. He was waiting still. They said to meet at two...It was three minutes past. 

Just when he felt like he was going to go insane-

"Minho?" 

Minho zoned back in, the world seemed to be normal again, not overly blaring loud or fuzzy. His eyes widened. There stood a man, his dad. It was so obvious it was his dad. His hair was jet black, just like Minho's natural hair, his eyes were sharp, just like Minho's. In fact Minho couldn't help but say his dad looked just like him...only a few features were slightly different but nonetheless the same. 

Minho stood up and cleared his throat "H-Hi" He stuttered, internally cursing at himself for doing so. His dad gave a soft smile, taking in Minho's features, his stance "You're...all grown up" He let out after a moment. 

Minho didn't know why he was so taken back by those words. He didn't know why his heart hurt from hearing those words either. Maybe it was the way his dad had looked at him, maybe it was the tone of voice - a voice of regret, hurt, shame. 

"Y-Yeah...I guess" Minho replied awkwardly. His dad took a breath before smiling again "Did you order anything yet?" he asked warmly. Minho was again lost for words "U-Uhm" His eyes darted to the coffee he had order twenty minutes ago.