mute ; junhao

THIRTEEN

For half an hour the two remained so seated, Minghao was deeply and firmly asleep, while Junhui was still pursuing his thoughts.
Later, however, he got up with the younger one on his arm and looked for the bedroom, which he found a little later.

Carefully he laid the smaller one on the bed and covered him up, hesitated a little bit before he kissed him on the forehead and then sat down on the edge of the bed.
With one hand he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and turned it on, writing to his best friend.

Junhui
Hey, can you pick me up at Minghao's tomorrow? You know where he lives and I still have to get something where I need your help.

Junhui waited and waited, at first there was no answer, Jeonghan was probably busy, because otherwise he almost always answered directly. He had to wait almost twenty minutes, now he was a little tired when the long-awaited message finally arrived.

Jeonghan
That's gonna be hard. I am not at home myself

Junhui
You're out at this hour?! What's the matter with you, normally you are always at home

Jeonghan
I'm at a friend's house

Junhui
You gotta be kidding me. You once said that you have nobody beside me

Jeonghan
All right... I'm with Joshua

Junhui
Isn't that Minghao's best friend?

Jeonghan
Yes

Junhui
Then what are you doing?

Jeonghan
Well, he just invited me over

Junhui
One question... Do you like him?

Jeonghan
Maybe

Junhui
So yeah... Well, I won't bother you any more, grab him!

Jeonghan
I'll let you know if that works out tomorrow

Junhui
okay

After he had written the last message, he put his mobile phone away again and lay down next to the smaller one.  He timidly put his arms around him and pulled him towards him, crawling lightly through his hair.

"What is your secret? Why aren't you talking?" Junhui asked quietly, knowing that Minghao was asleep. He also closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

If only he knew that Minghao was awake at that moment and sighed softly. Hardly audibly the name of the older one left his lips, it was more like breathing before he went back to sleep.

Maybe the next day he would tell Junhui more about his story.