My I「Junhao」

2.9

(Have y'all read last weeks chapter? The early morning group chat chapter? If no, go back to 2.7)

I love my boyfriend, I really do, but sometimes he does stupid things while trying to get his point across. But more specifically, he's very set on staying strong and standing his ground when homophobic people criticise us and he doesn't really care if he gets hurt doing so. And that belief is exactly why he's currently sitting shirtless with his head tilted slightly forward because of the blood that was still flowing from his injured nose.

Minghao and myself had just been out for a calm walk to a nearby park where we had sat on the swing set and just talked for a bit. (This was after we nearly set fire to the kitchen in our apartment after we made each other get distracted when making lunch).

We were on our way back, holding hands and doing our little thing where we swung our intertwined hands back and forth, when the guy came to our attention after we heard him loudly arguing with a worker after he had clearly kicked from the cafe they were standing in front of, based on what he was saying.

After the guy finally turned to leave the cafe he was kicked out of, he noticed us, saw that we were holding hands and scrunched up his nose. Minghao had made a small noise of annoyance at his reaction so I decided to try to soothe Minghao's frustration a bit by kissing his hand. Kissing each other's hands was just a thing we did to let the other know that we were here and to only do what is necessary.

After I had brought our intertwined hands up and kissed Minghao's knuckles, the man started cursing us out for being gay in Mandarin, of all languages, saying things I would never repeat due to how derogatory they were and expecting for us to not understand. However, when he saw my mouth drop in shock and Minghao's entire expression change, he realised we had understood every single word.

Minghao had shouted straight back at him, angry at everything that had just happened. "How dare you curse us out because of your close minded beliefs, you're being a fucking asshole because you were cursing at us for something we can't change about ourselves and you were doing it in another language, thinking we were just Korean gays who couldn't understand a word of what you were saying in Mandarin, which is, conveniently, our mother tongue."

The man's first response in reaction to Minghao calling him out was to throw a fist. A cowards punch. His fist hit Minghao between his cheekbone and the side of his nose, which was the cause of his nosebleed. The man's strength when he threw the punch was high, as when it impacted, it dazed Minghao and threw him backwards (which really wasn't helped by his body weight, or lack thereof).

If it weren't for the fact that I was right beside Minghao and I didn't let go of his hand, he would've fallen to the floor and hit his head, which would've definitely ended in disaster. I caught Minghao by quickly wrapping my other arm around the other side of his body. The man ran away from where we were just after I had caught Minghao. I wanted to run after the man, fight back for Minghao, but I couldn't just leave Minghao on the sidewalk and go after him.

The worker who the man had been arguing with came out and helped support Minghao's body weight for me as he slowly came out of his daze. "Is he okay? I'm so sorry, I probably provoked him. Can I help you with anything, do you want me to help you take him to the hospital?" He offered, speaking fast. Even though I'd been living in Korea for years now, I still somewhat struggled to understand what he was saying due to the speed of his words.

"I'll just need a bit of help getting him back to our apartment. He won't need to go to the hospital, I can tell it's nothing too bad. He's had worse when we did wushu." I told the other, who I now noticed looked younger than us (but he was almost as tall as me).

"Okay I will help- wait, I'm 14, I can't drive... I can get my hyung to help. Jinji-" I cut him off before he could continue and call for someone else. "Its walking distance, don't worry. Thank you..." I trailed off, not knowing the worker's name. His eyes widened and he hurried to reply with his name. "My name is Yoon Sanha."

"I'm Junhui and this is Minghao." I introduced both of us and looked back at Minghao and saw that he was tipping his head back to try to avoid the blood getting on his sweater, even though there were spots of blood on it already.

"Haohao my love, don't tip your head back. You'll just have to let your sweater get bloody, you can take it off and let it soak once we get back." I spoke in a calm tone. Minghao groaned quietly and tilted his head forward and let go of my hand so he could bring the neckline of his sweater up to his nose to block the blood from dripping down his face.

Sanha stopped supporting Minghao's weight hesitantly and went to the door of the cafe, opening it to shout something to a coworker before he returned and stood on one side of Minghao, waiting for him to put his arm over his shoulder. Minghao did this and once he did, I moved my arm so it was around his waist. He let go of the sweater momentarily to put that arm over my shoulder, before holding the sweater to his nose again.

"Lead the way hyung. I can call you hyung right?" Minghao laughed faintly at that as we started walking in the direction of our apartment. "Junnie-gē still calls me the Mandarin equivalent of 'Little Haohao', which he's done since he was five, so if he has a problem with you calling him hyung, it's officially invalid." He spoke up and Sanha laughed at what Minghao said.

"What is the translation? For 'Little Haohao', I mean." Sanha looked a bit uncertain when he said Haohao and I had to stifle my laugher. "Xiao Haohao." I answered. Sanha opened his mouth to respond and then closed it straight afterwards.

"That's cute. You two are cute together." Sanha turned to look at both of us with a cute smile on his babyish face. Minghao hummed in appreciation and I smiled at both two boys. The walk back was mostly silent, but thankfully, it was a comforting silence, rather than an awkward one.

By the time we reached our apartment, Minghao was feeling okay enough to get up to the apartment without Sanha's support. I offered for the younger boy to come up to our apartment so he could clean up any blood that may have gotten on him. He declined politely, telling us he needed to get back to work and left to go back along the path we had just come from, but not without exchanging contact details first.

As soon as I closed the apartment door behind Minghao and myself, the sweater was off. It was quickly replaced with a small pile of tissues as Minghao went into the bathroom and shoved the sweater in the sink and ran the tap until the sweater was fully covered by water.

He came out and saw me just staring and started staring back. I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked, staring at me while he was shirtless, holding bloodied tissues to his nose and looking like he hadn't slept in a week. "Come, Xiao Haohao, lets get you cleaned up." As I walked past him, I grabbed his spare hand and dragged him into the kitchen with me.

I said I wasn't going to do anything else to Minghao but would you look at that. (Actually I didn't, but still)
I had this in my notes and I was like nahhh let's not hurt Haohao anymore yeT I STILL USED THE IDEA ADHSJHDHDJDK I HATE MYSEF

I love Sanha he's my baby (I say baby but he's still 4 months older than me)

Also I've recently discovered 8D audio and I'm never going back to 3D audio.
(Listen with headphones!)

(Also I have a few 'special' chapter ideas for after I finish this book. One of them makes me bawl my eyes out and I haven't even written the chapter)