Clueless Boy - Minsung

Chapter 81

He was knocking at the door like a maniac.

And as soon as Lia opened, Minho entered, breathless and in panic.

"Are you okay ? Is he okay ? Where is he-" He rushed.

Until his eyes set on Jisung, who was sitting pretty on the couch.

Jisung looked back at him, blinking.

Minho blinked back, confused, as he turned to Lia.

"What ?" He said

"He asked for you" Lia said, trying to contain her joy.

Minho's eyes widened

"He what ?!" He exclaimed, then turned to Jisung, more softly "You did ?"

Jisung slowly nodded his head.

And Minho's smile widened.

For a moment, Minho stayed by the door, a bit awkward but trying to ask Jisung if he had a nice day and a nice therapy session, and the younger responded by nods everytime.

Until Lia approached Minho and put her hands on his shoulders, pushing away from the door.

"Why don't you sit ?" She said, hinting at him to get closer.

"I-" Minho shyly turned to Jisung "Can I ?"

Jisung looked at Lia who was behind Minho, as she smiled widely and showed thumbs up excitedly.

So he looked at Minho and nodded.

Tentatively, he walked closer, and sat next to him.

They stayed at opposites sides of the couch.

He smiled a bit awkwardly at him, then waited, not really knowing what to do.

"Jisung isn't talkative, but he likes to listen" Lia said, picking up her handbag and smiling "Imma go do some groceries... but maybe you should pour your little heart out, Minho" She hinted, winking at him.

Then she left, right after doing god's work.

"I- Umm..." Minho stuttered a bit.

He really wanted to talk to him, but he didn't know what to say, knowing Jisung would only answer with yes and no's.

He missed their talks.

"I- Miss your voice, to be honest" He admitted out loud, turning to Jisung.

Jisung stared at him.

"Or- maybe- I miss everything about you" He chuckled dryly.

And the younger tilted his head to the side.

"I don't know what she meant by... pouring my heart out" He admitted, shyly "You already know that I love you, don't you ?"

Jisung shrugged a bit, face neutral.

Minho got confused.

"Did you forget it ?" Minho asked, frowning in confusion.

And he shook his head.

"Maybe you're scared, then ?" 

He nodded.

Minho bit his lower lip.

"I've been wondering ... Are you perhaps scared because ... when I met you again... I kinda pulled at you and pressed my hand against your mouth ?" Minho asked, wincing at the sour memory.

Jisung tilted his head to the side again.

In fact, he didn't remember that.

It was like he wasn't there when it happened.

And as Minho stared at him fondly, at every single one of his expressions and head tilts, it was like he was reading him like it was a langage.

"You can't even imagine the immensity of my reassurance when I set my eyes on you that day" Minho blurted out, a bit lost as he gazed at Jisung.

"From the moment you left the dorm my heart was heavy, and I think I've never lived something more tetanizing than when you disappeared. Every single second was agonizing, Ji. I knew something was wrong, I knew you were at a bad place and I couldn't do anything about it, and that was the most restless week of my life. I- As much as it pains me that you're ... so close but so far ... I'm so, so fucking happy you're here, so happy you're not under any harm anymore, so happy you get to live your life and resting from all of this" 

He was rambling completely absorbed in Jisung's eyes.

And Jisung was listening carefully.

"Also, you look so god damn pretty when you're healthier" Minho added, chuckling a bit.

And that made Jisung smile.

Minho adores it.

"I think I physically lost some bits of my hearts" He said softly "I- I know my pain his by far nothing compared to yours... but- ... if you could give it to me to the fullest, I'd take it"

As he rambled, he hadn't realize he had a few tears that left his eyes.

He realized when Jisung's one fell down his cheeks.

Oh, how he hated seeing tears in his eyes.

He wanted to wipe them away, but he knew better than to do it.

"Love" He called softly "Would you mind if I approach ?"

Jisung looked hesitant, watching the couch for some time, until he looked back at him.

He nodded, slowly.

Delicately, Minho slid closer on the couch.

They were still at a safe distance, but he was close, and that soothed Minho's soul.

"I-" He breathed in deeply "Can I wipe your tears ?" He asked

Jisung frowned a bit at that.

"Look" Minho smiled "I'll do this"

Slowly, he wiped his own tears, then put his hands down again, only gazing fondly at his lover that watched very single move.

So, a little bit shyly, Jisung nodded.

He slowly raised his hands.

He delicately cupped his face, and very slowly passed his thumbs under his eyes, caressing his face like it was made of glass.

He watched how Jisung closed in eyes, and relaxed into his touch.

The way he nuzzled into his touch.

When it ended, it was like Jisung was still longing for the touch.

Or at least, that's what he felt.

But his brain was scratching and screaming, overwhelmed.

So he moved on the couch, getting a bit further, and Minho did the same, wanting to keep the safe distance for him.

Cutely, Jisung grabbed a pillow from the couch, and cuddled it.

At least, it could replace the warmth of Minho's hands.

Minho only stared, thinking it was the cutest thing he had ever done.

"What if we watch a movie, just like back then ? I'll go back to my dorm right after"

Jisung didn't like the 'my dorm'.

But he nodded at the offer.

Watching a movie sounded really good.