Clueless Boy - Minsung

Chapter 79

Minho was very hopeful.

After that last session, Minho went back home smiling and giggling.

His giddiness was extreme.

Entering his new dorm, Seungmin was there.

Usually, Seungmin would smile sadly at Minho as he enters, noticing his gloomy mood and his tired eyes.

But this time, he was surprised to Minho happy. It has been a long time.

"What happened ?" He asked right away.

Minho smiled warmly.

"He held my hand" He said, his grin so big it could be heard in his voice.

Seungmin softened at that.

"He did ?"

"He was being ... very reluctant today. Out of exhaustion, I cried" He stated, chuckling dryly "He noticed and got saddened from it. So he held my hand"

"This is amazing" Seungmin cheered, smiling at the boy

"I've never been more hopeful" He stated softly, sitting at the table.

"I know and you should" Seungmin nodded "But don't forget to take it slowly huh ? It's still a step by step process. Don't lose all hope if he isn't as touchy the next time"

"Yeah I know" Minho nodded "But this touch was enough to bring me back from the dead" 

"Cool" Seungmin showed him thumbs up "Now cook dinner"

"Who do you think you are ?"

"You need a dorm, don't you ?"

"Fuck you"

In Jisung's dorm, he went back home calmly.

Working in the streets was more and more okay. 

At first, he would walk the closer to the walls, even more when someone, a man, would pass by.

Now he feels a bit at ease, but still hurries to his dorm, and stays there the rest of his time.

As soon as he gets to his dorm, he sits on the couch, and stays there.

Lia would greet him, and he would nod at her, before engulfing himself back to his books.

He was glad University agreed on letting him study at home, regarding his health condition.

"Jisung ? It's time for your painkillers" Lia would say, bringing it to him.

Jisung would subtly smile, grateful of her care, and would go back to his books.

For the next therapy, Minho wasn't invited.

So he took this occasion to pass by his former dorm, still having a few clothes and stuff there.

Entering it, he noticed Lia.

"Hey" Minho smiled.

"Hi" She responded "Need the room ?" She asked

"Can I ?"

"It's still your room" She chuckle "Of course you can"

"Thanks" He smiled at her, quickly going to his room.

The weather was getting cold, and he needed a few more hoodies. So he filled his back

He got a bit lost as he watched his former bed.

This dorm was warm, and nostalgia would always hit him like a bitch everytime he passed by.

He missed getting all cuddly with Jisung in his bed.

He missed his warmth so badly.

He wants him so bad.

Leaving the room, ready to bid goodbye to Lia, he got a bit taken aback as he saw the door of the dorm opening, revealing the one he was craving for.

Jisung entered his dorm a bit mindlessly, then froze upon seeing Minho.

Minho stopped on his tracks, not wanting to scare him.

He smiled.

"Sorry" He spoke so softly "I wanted a few hoodies, that's why I'm here, but I'm about to leave now" He reassured.

Jisung listened, still staring at Minho, and slowly stepped aside, letting Minho enough space to leave.

Everytime he set his eyes on him, Minho wanted nothing more than to craddle him and kiss him better.

But he respects his space.

"Bye" He added, then waving at Lia, and he left.

And as he did, Jisung's eyes followed him, staring at the door even after Minho passed by it.

He zoned out.

"Was it okay ? Do you feel well ?" Lia asked sweetly.

Jisung got out of his thoughts, turning to Lia.

He nodded.

"Sorry about that" Lia reassured "Minho sincerely thought you'd come home later"

He nodded again, still standing up close to the wall.

"He misses you, you know ?" She said softly "He loves you so much, Jisung"

Jisung didn't answer.

He waddled to the couch and let himself fall on it, face first.

He didn't say anything, he didn't let out any sound.

In his mind, thousands of thoughts were running everywhere.

Just like it has been for weeks. His brain was screaming, scratching, crying.

Between all the thoughts, some were defensive, others were protective. Most of them only going in saving mode at the sight of anyone, or any man, and screaming at Jisung to run away.

But it has been so complicated lately, a debate was constantly ringing in his mind.

One part was slightly overbearing the others, more and more.

He nuzzled his face on the couch, feeling reassured by the soft texture.

Mostly, as much as it scared him to the core, he wished that at this very moment Minho could cuddle him on the couch.