Echo ; minsung

Chapter sixteen

Chapter 16

"I miss him, soonie."

Minho sighed as he caressed the purring cat's fur, who was cuddled up right next to him. He looked at him with a pout and gently scratched his chin. "You miss him too, right? What should we do, hm?"

Not talking to Jisung was torture to him. There was no one to blame but himself.

He has been staring at the same message for days now.

"Hey min, I'm sorry about what happened. Don't let this ruin what we have."

He felt terrible about ignoring him. If you could really call it that. He wasn't doing it on purpose. He wanted to text him, call him or see him. He'd settle for anything. But his mind went blank whenever he tried to form a reply.

A part of him hoped that he would just show up at his door and pretend nothing ever happened. It wasn't fair to expect that from him. Not when he couldn't even send him a simple text back.

After talking to his mom, he really began to think about his feelings for him. He knew he had to do it alone. Seeing Jisung now would only confuse him more.

His mother's girlfriend came by a lot the past few days and even stayed over a few times. It wasn't weird seeing them together. He thought it would be an adjustment, but it felt natural to see them together and to have her around.

He already felt like they were a family and he couldn't be happier about it.

Seeing the two of them in love made him realise how much he really liked his friend. A lot more than 'liked' to be exact. With every kiss they shared, he imagined it being the two of them.  When they were cuddling, he remembered how close Jisung used to hold him. How safe he felt in his arms. It made his heart beat faster every time.

So, yes, maybe he did have feelings for him.

And it was killing him that he's not able to see him. But that didn't stop him from day dreaming about him.

"Minho" His mother knocked and opened the door of his room, smiling at the figure on the bed. "Dinner is read, are you coming?"

Sooyoung glanced at his phone and sighed while she walked to the bed, sitting down next to him and gently petting the cat beside him. "You still haven't talked?"

Minho put his phone aside and shook his head.

"You can't avoid him forever, Min.. Go talk to him. He likes you, doesn't he? You have nothing to worry about." She patted his knee and got up from the bed again.

"Come on, now. Jiwoo cooked today."

Minho hummed softly and smiled as he got from the bed, following his mom down the stairs and into the kitchen.

When he got adopted, he didn't think he could ever eat something better than his mom's cooking. Everything he had before was premade and microwavable. That's if his parents remembered to buy food for him.