thoughts ; meanie

7 ; human

human

-wonwoo

   "Thanks for the amazing night, Wonwoo and Mingyu. It was really fun. I had a great time." Seokmin bows to us and leaves with the other five. They all shuffle out of our door noisily. After they leave, it's finally quiet.

   "I'm still kinda tired. Do you want to go lay back down and sleep some more? It's only 10 am." Mingyu walks over to me with a raised eyebrow.

   "Of course, I'm exhausted." I sigh, grab his hand, and lead him to our bedroom. We separate as we go to our sides of the bed and climb in. I can still tell something is bothering him so I cuddle up next to him and play with his hand, saying, "There is still something wrong with you. I understand if you don't want to tell me, i hope it will be better after our nap."

  He sighs and faces toward me.

   "My mother texted me this morning. Apparently she is back from her business trip and is looking for me. She didn't know that my dad kicked me out of the house." He doesn't look at me, only looking at our intertwined hands. His dad kicked him out of the house? Is that why he is homeless?

   "Mingyu-ah, I didn't know your father kicked out of your house. Is he the reason I found you that way when we first met?" I ask worriedly. I couldn't believe that someone's own father would do something like that to them. It's horrible and I hope that it didn't happen to Mingyu. He doesn't deserve it.

   He looks away from our hands and looks me in the eye. His eyes are filled with all these different emotions, shame and sadness being the only ones I can decipher.

   "You poor soul. I'm so sorry that you had to go through that, Gyu. If you don't mind me asking, why did he kick you out of your house?" I pull him close to me in hopes of comforting him. I hear him sniffle and it breaks my heart. He's crying.

   "Because he didn't want me to be my true self." His tears are soaking my shirt but I don't mind. All that I care about is the crying boy I hold in my arms.

   "What's wrong with who you are? You are an incredibly sweet person. You work hard, you listen very well, and you can practically do anything because you are so talented. You can cook, draw, move heavy things, sing beautifully, and you have good looks. It's crazy how great you are. Sometimes I'm still blown away by you and your personality." I finish and feel his smile against my chest. I hear him sigh and mutter something, then he says something that I couldn't have prepared for.

   "He threw me out because I'm gay."

   I almost choke on air as I hear that last word come out of Mingyu's mouth. He's gay? I was not expecting this. I was not expecting this at all. I have to hold in the urge to blurt out how relieved i am that he said that.

   "Wonu, please say something. Do you hate me now? Do you not accept me, either? I was worried this would happen if I told you. I really don't want to lose you over something like this." He looks at me, his voice scared.

   "Gyu, of course I accept you for who you are. You are my bestfriend and nothing will change that. You're silly for thinking that I wouldn't want you to be who you are." I stare at him in happiness and squeeze his hand. Mingyu deserves happiness and to be accepted. He deserves to be loved. If only I could be the one that made him feel that way.

   "Thank you for accepting me for who I am. It's so good to have your support, especially because you're really the only person in my life that I genuinely care so much about. Thanks Wonu." He smiles at me and shuffles closer to me in the bed. I wrap my arms around him and close my eyes.

   "You know, you should write a book one day." Mingyu mentions. I open my eyes and look at him weirdly. A book? Seriously? I laugh at his weird suggestion and close my eyes again.

   "Why on earth should I write a book?"

   "Because, your thoughts are wonderful. Your mind is so creative, it would be quite easy for you I think. People all over the world deserve to hear the things that I get the pleasure to hear come out of your mouth. Your ramblings could change people's perspective on the world, Wonwoo. They sure have changed mine." I look down at Mingyu as he talks. Does he really mean all of this? Do my stupid, nonstop, annoying thoughts really mean that much to him?

   Ever since I was a kid, I've always been fascinated with the world. How it works, why it works, and about the people that live in it. I read so many astronomy books about the stars, I read so many science books about the earth, and I've read so many biographies and autobiographies about the people in it. This world holds so much mysteries, some that can't even be described. The world is captivating, with all the people, all the stars, and all of the earth inside of it. The universe has no set limit on where it ends. It expands out into the unknown. We live in such a huge, mysterious place, how could you not be fascinated with it? All my curiosity about the world has always caused my brain to look at things differently than other people, but I never thought of it as a good thing.

   "I'm too boring to write a book, Gyu. And anyways, what would I write it about?"

   "You are not being serious, Wonwoo," Mingyu says, his eyes looking at me incredulously. "You could write about your life! You could write about us, our friends, your mom. The possibilities are endless. You have so many ideas in that head of yours, I'm surprised you haven't thought of it yourself."

   I shake my head at him and intertwine our fingers again. "I'll think about it, but for now let's go to sleep."

   As I drift off to sleep, my fascination with the world comes into my mind. A question that I've been trying to figure out the answer to stands out to me most. How can a person be so vulnerable when they show their emotions? As I hold Mingyu, a boy who got beat up by his dad for being hisself, a boy who was abandoned by his mom, a boy who, when I met him, acted like he was alright, even though his whole world was falling apart around him, the answer becomes clear.

   Emotions and feelings are so fragile. When you open up to someone, all those emotions and feelings you've been suppressing come out and show themselves. People don't want to show that they are weak. They don't want to feel exposed. But emotions do just that. They show us who a person really is.

they show us how everyone is human.

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wowie this chapter was just ... idk. sorry :-) and okay, there will be romance soon but you gotta give it time !! please keep voting & commenting!

bye ~

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