Clueless Boy - Minsung

Chapter 89

As usual, Minho had woken up pretty early.

He got out of his room, and glanced at Jisung's door.

It was closed. The younger might be still sleeping soundly.

Humming to himself, he started searching what he could make for breakfast.

And he put himself to work, wanting to surprise Jisung with a nice breakfast.

Cut fruit, a little bit of yogurt, some honey, maybe some cereals as well.

Then, he got a bit confused by the sound coming from Jisung's room.

At first there was nothing, but now, he could almost hear some sniffing.

He remembered the day Jisung woke up with a nightmare, and he knew those could be frequent.

Stressed, he lightly walked to his door, putting an ear at the door and listening.

He could hear soft cries, and his heart broke in two.

"Baby" He called, in the softest voice he could "It's Minho"

Jisung wasn't answering, too overwhelmed.

Minho decided to not open the door. He wouldn't want Jisung to freak out.

"I'm here my love, mmh ?" He continued "Everything's okay. You're in your dorm"

He still listened at the door, hearing how the soft cries were slowly reducing.

He supposed Jisung was calming down, and that made him feel very reassured.

He really wanted to get inside. He wanted to craddle the boy in his arms and tell him that everything is going to be okay.

But he stepped away from the door.

It was Jisung's fight. Minho could fight for him. He let the boy take his time and he decided to not disturb his inner fight any more for now.

He continued preparing the table for their breakfast, even if it hurt his heart.

After some time, Jisung ended up slowly opening his door.

Minho turned to him right away, softening at the sight of his teary red puffy eyes.

"Hi" He said, so softly.

Jisung smiled, a tiny and sad smile.

Slowly, Minho opened his arms, letting Jisung decide.

And Jisung didn't waste a minute before running head first, throwing himself in his lover's embrace.

Minho immediately hugged him, hands caressing his back and his nape as he pressed his lips on his forehead, engulfing him in affection.

Jisung nuzzled more into him, sighing loudly out of comfort.

They stayed frozen in the hug for some time, many long minutes, until Jisung felt a bit comforted, and separated from him.

Minho smiled reassuringly, and then showed him the breakfast.

Smiling contently, Jisung nodded at Minho.

Minho decided to not say anything. He'll let Jisung speak when he decides to do it.

And they sat at the table, silently munching on the cute breakfast.

The table was dressed with a lot of food for breakfast, and Jisung couldn't help but feel moved.

Minho treated him too well.

"Thanks" Jisung muttered.

Minho smiled at him.

"My pleasure, love" He responded

Jisung sighed loudly, picking at his fruits.

"Nightmare" He said, sighing again.

Minho looked at him.

Both happy to see Jisung opening up, but also saddened to see him hurt some more.

"Mmh ?" Minho hummed, encouraging him to continue.

"Hurt" He winced.

Minho nodded, listening.

"There, again" He said, still frowning "So scary"

"You're not anymore" Minho reassured.

Jisung nodded, hating how it lingered in his head.

"They told me you weren't real" Jisung ended up muttering after a pause.

Minho looked up at him confusedly.

That made the bad memory resurface of a trembling Jisung repeating that Minho wasn't real.

He hated it.

"Real ?" He asked, encouraging him to explain.

"Yes" He sighed more, hand trembling so slightly the more he spoke "Like I was crazy. I thought I was"

Minho frowned at that.

"They're the crazy ones" Minho blurted out.

At that, Jisung raised his head, smiling so softly.

He nodded, agreeing.

Minho ended up moving his chair a bit, approaching Jisung and holding his hand, thumb caressing his skin.

Jisung liked it.

As they sat right next to each other, Jisung even ended up letting his head fall on Minho's shoulder, appreciating the warmth.

"I-" He started, hesitating and sighing.

"Say it, love" Minho mumbled.

"It's okay, right ? To love you ?" Jisung asked, hesitant.

"Baby" Minho softened, turning to give a big kiss on his forehead "Of course it is"

The breakfast ended up on the couch, the two deciding to watch one or two episodes of their series. So that could soothe Jisung's thoughts, and so they could cuddle a bit some more on their couch.

Jisung had his legs draped over Minho's lap, and the latter was caressing it, softly.

"I miss when I was normal" Jisung muttered, letting his head fall on Minho's shoulder.

Minho frowned at that, holding his hand.

"You are" He defended

Jisung shrugged at that. He knew he wasn't, not anymore.

Not so long ago, he used to be able to feel free. To feel confident to walk, to speak up, to be who he was.

Or maybe, he never was.

"Screaming in my mind" He sighed, closing his eyes painfully.

Minho brought his hand up and kissed it.

"I know" He said, empathic "Doesn't mean you're not normal. You're progressing at your pace, but you seem very yourself to me"

Jisung felt reassured, even though his thoughts were still haunting him.

"Wish I could go back" He ended up muttering, painfully.

"... I wish too, to be honest" Minho responded, but moved to cup Jisung's face and make him look at him in the eyes "But only so that you wouldn't have to be so hurt"

Jisung blinked at him, loosing himself in his eyes.

"You deserved none of that. But you'll get yourself back fully. I believe in you" Minho said firmly.

And Jisung nodded, unsure, but somehow convinced.