My Little Runner (Thominho AU)

Chapter 4

Once Minho and Thomas were down the hall from the bedroom, they stopped. Minho leaned against the wall and put his hands in his pockets, staring at his feet.

"Minho. Are you okay?" Thomas asked him. Minho half nodded, half shook his head. "What is it?"

"I haven't told anyone," Minho whispered.

He knew he could talk to Thomas, but he was still scared to death to. It SHOULD be the fact that he only met Thomas today, but it wasn't. Not in the slightest. It was the fact that Thomas will be the first to know. Maybe the only to know- ever.

"You can talk to me. It's okay," Thomas assured Minho. He placed a hand on Minho's shoulder, trying to help the boy relax.

Minho took a deep breath, held it, and then exhaled. He locked eyes with Thomas, then looked down again.

"I'm slightly ashamed of the fact," Minho started. "But...I... I'm...b-bisexual."

Now, Minho RARELY cried. Ever. This is one of the few occasions where he let a few tears slide down his cheeks. He shouldn't be crying, or scared.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of it. Why haven't you told anyone?" Thomas asked him.

"I was worried people would hate me...," Minho replied simply.

"Parents?"

"Homophobic."

"Any other trustworthy family members?"

"Homophobic. I live with an entire homophobic family. Mom, dad, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, all of them. Homophobic. I can't talk to any of them about this. So I figured I couldn't talk to anyone at school about it. So I figured I would keep it to myself. But then you came out just now to us, so I knew I had someone I could talk to," Minho explained.

Thomas couldn't help but feel happy. His crush was a bisexual, like himself. Despite his clear excitement, he also felt Minho's pain. He knew what the boy was going through. When Thomas first realized he was bisexual, he didn't want to tell his parents. He thought they wouldn't understand. When he told them, he realized that they understood and supported him anyway.

Living with a homophobic family would be...Thomas didn't even want to try to imagine living in Minho's position. Having no understanding family members. Not being able to talk to them, knowing you would either be disowned, hated, or you would get the cold shoulder at all family gatherings.

Minho had started sobbing by this point. Thomas felt sorry for Minho. He knew he couldn't help Minho get through to his family. He couldn't change their minds about the LGBT community. He wished there was something he could do. His mind drifted to kissing him.

Not the time, Thomas. Not the time.

All Thomas was able to do was reach his arms out and pull Minho into a tight hug. Minho wrapped his arms around Thomas in return.

What Thomas wanted was to be able to reenact this moment in the future. Without the crying. He wanted to be able to hold Minho in his arms one day. He knew it was early for him to say it, but it was true.

At the moment, all he had to do is make sure Minho was okay. That was Thomas's main priority at the time.

They stood engulfing each other for about anywhere from five to ten minutes. Both boys were confused, wondering why Newt hadn't started asking where the two were.

Minho pulled away and wiped his eyes.

"Thanks Thomas," Minho said.

They both smiled and walked back to Minho's room, where Newt had turned on Grand Theft Auto. He was currently hijacking a car.