NOTES | minsung a.u ON HOLD

fifteenth note

31/01/18

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Since I really don't care I guess I'll tell you, I'm 100% male :)

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Oh wow, I would've guessed 75%!

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Minho sat at home tapping his foot against the cold beige tiles below him. He was seated on the frayed love-seat in the corner of his apartment living room. When at home, there wasn't much for Minho to do other than relax. Which the boy did no complaining about seeing relaxing happened to be one of his favourite things.

Although, his house atmosphere was quite the opposite of relaxing so it made it difficult for Minho to actually calm his nerves. It smelt of dirty boots and cigars, two odours that were embedding into the apartment walls. Minho wasn't at fault for either of those things, it being all his mother's doing. If she had spent more time sober than shit-faced she would most likely realize the hellhole they lived in.

Minho was surprised the landlord hadn't kicked them out yet. The amount of stuff broken and leaking in that house was ridiculous.

He let out a hefty sigh before placing his head on the back of the couch. Minho peered up at the cracked ceiling, mind racing. It was currently 6:45 pm. His mother hadn't done grocery shopping in two weeks, the only thing in the refrigerator being a week old tray of eggs. Therefore, he could not eat to fill his boredom.

He glanced at his phone which laid face down beside him. I could always call someone, he thought.

It was Friday night...but he preferred to be alone on the weekends. Mostly because he didn't want friends over at his house in fear they'd meet his mother. In fact the only friend who knew about Minho's current living space would be Woojin. His hyung was persistent on knowing where Minho lived, so he told him. Though Woojin was never aloud inside.

He hadn't even told Changbin or Hyunjin about where he lived.

Mom won't be home until late, Minho thought lifting his head off the back of the couch. What to do...

His thoughts were cut short by the loud ringing of his cellphone. He glanced down and read the contact name, it being Woojin. Minho cocked his head to the side, wondering what he could be calling about on a Friday night.

"Hello?" He asked, bring the phone to his ear.

"Hey..."

Minho rose his eyebrows at the tone of voice, "Hyung? have you been crying?"

"O-oh, you can tell?" Woojin asked, followed by a dry chuckle.

"What happened?"

Woojin sighed, "I confessed."

There was a moment of silence. Minho didn't need anymore information than that. It was simple, Chan turned Woojin down.

"I'm so sorry.." Minho frowned.

He truly did feel sorry. Minho encouraged Woojin everyday to confess to Chan because well, why wouldn't Chan like him back? But that's just it, for what ever reason the Aussie male just didn't feel the same.

"It's not your fault Minho."

"I don't understand," Minho started, "he seemed so...happy around you."

Woojin let out another dry chuckle, "yes, well...he is like that with everyone I suppose."

Minho shook his head as though Woojin was able to see him, "there must be a reason why."

"To be completely honest Minho...I just don't care. I got my hopes up and I know now, don't jump into things."

Minho didn't respond.

"Anyway, Thank you for listening, I just needed to tell someone. You're the only person I can come to now seeing my relationship with Chan is practically ruined."

"Don't say that, Chan wouldn't let something like this come between your friendship."

There was another moment of silence before Woojin spoke again, "regardless, I'm too cowardly to face him now. I should let you go....take care, Minho."

When the line went dead Minho's frown deepened. Part of him felt he was at fault for being so encouraging. Minho truly felt Chan would accept Woojin with open arms, so why the hell didn't he?

Out of curiosity, Minho clicked on Chan's contact name. He wasn't someone who loved digging around in other people's business but...Chan was his friend.

To: Bang Chan

Heard you turned down Woojin-Hyung...why is that?

From: Bang Chan

Ah, you heard?

I just...

Don't feel the same as he does.

read 7:03 pm

Lies.

(N/A):

Boom, another short chapter.

Sorry bro's, next one hopefully will be longer?

I like how in the last chapter I was like 'oh yeah next chapter will be a long one'

I'm a liar. Just like Chan.

Thank-you for reading!

~Andyyyy