being lonely | minsung | ✔

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That afternoon, I was free to leave school two hours before Minho, who managed to end up in detention once again. I might be fine with waiting an hour every now and then but two hours is a little much so I decided just to go home, suddenly very grateful for the spare key he gave me a few days prior.

I was pretty happy to be home, too.

Don't get me wrong, I love my friends. But they have a tendency to be extraordinary loud sometimes and today was one of those days. Usually, I'd just join them and goof around as well. However, today they were eager to tease me and Minho, obviously pleased with the two-sided confession and the current flow of events.

My original plan was to go somewhere with Hyunjin to kill time but he suddenly got a text from that Seungmin guy, asking him if he was free after school. I was quick to grab his phone and reply that Hyunjin was indeed free. Hyunjin himself would've been stupid enough to deny the other because he promised me first. The truth is, I don't mind at all, since my best friend seems suspiciously fond of the boy. Who am I to get in their way, then?

Hyunjin is basically the mastermind behind me and Minho so this might just be the moment to repay him and play cupid for a little, right? Even though I still haven't figured out what exactly is going on between those two, if my best friend basically gets heart eyes every time Seungmin's name is mentioned, I'm helping.

So instead of hanging out with him, I'm just lazily lounging on Minho's couch, surrounded by three sleeping cats and the soft voices coming from a long-forgotten show on the TV on low volume providing some background noise. It's so peaceful and I really enjoy the moment, closing my eyes and rolling my head back to rest it on the soft pillows. For the first time since weeks, my mind is completely void of stress and other nasty thoughts to fuel the turmoil.

A heavy load was lifted from my shoulders when I finally let it all out and the feeling of relief keeps washing over me like a blessing and I start to suspect that the smile I'm wearing will remain for a while. I can breathe again, now that the pressure is gone and I don't have to hold up a bunch of lies in order to protect myself anymore -or at least that was my reasoning behind it; because I thought I was protecting myself.

But that's in the past now. With a grin, I stretch my limbs and make myself more comfortable in the soft couch, using the TV remote to mute the sound completely. Just a moving screen is enough to entertain me for now, the show that's on right now isn't even that good and I certainly don't feel like listening to a whining girl for another thirty minutes.

I'm not even bored as I hang on the couch, occasionally patting one of the cats that surround me. Seconds become minutes and minutes nearly become an entire hour and I feel myself slowly dozing off, the silence becoming a bit too peaceful. But after losing track of time completely, the door suddenly opens with a loud bang and I groggily open my eyes, barely noticing how the cats all jump up and scurry away from the couch before a shadow looms over me. That's the last thing I see before the figure literally lets himself fall down and my breath is cut short when the boy lands on top of me.

"Mmm, I'm home," Minho hums, tightly wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in the crook of my neck. His hot breath tickles my skin and butterflies awaken in the pit of my stomach, a giddy feeling soon taking the best of me.

"Hello hyung," I greet the boy with a grin, securely wrapping my arms around his torso as well. Someone sure is clingy today, but you won't find me complaining. "You almost look like you missed me or something."

"I did," is Minho's reply, muffled by the material of my shirt. "Please end up in detention again, soon. It's hella boring without you there. I need my detention buddyyy."

He whines softly and a breathy laugh bubbles up in my throat.

"You're such a baby," I coo, reaching up to play with his soft hair. "I remember you calling me a softie on our first mac date together. But look at you, who's a softie now, huh?"

"Only for you, Ji," Minho sighs in delight, finishing his sentence with a satisfied, low hum as my fingers dance over his scalp, brushing through his silky hair every now and then. He breathes softly and closes his eyes, his body slowly relaxing in my arms.

Who would've ever thought that the flirty guy I met weeks ago actually had a soft side like this? Really, I'm not lying if I say that he's the flirtiest person I've ever met, with his smug grins, embarrassing jokes and cocky smirks. There really isn't much left of that image right now, as the boy lies on top of me, completely slouched and I swear I can hear him purring sometimes as I rake my fingers through his hair.

Just the sight of it makes my chest tighten in all the good ways and suppressing the urge to let out a little squeal, I hug Minho even closer, resting my chin on top of his head. Everything that stopped me from loving this boy is gone and I feel happier than I ever did before.

"What were you watching?" Minho asks after a while, shifting his position ever so slightly that he's able to see the flatscreen as well.

"Nothing in particular," I reply, and we both stare at the screen in front of us, were two girls are fighting over something in utter silence. If the sound would've been on, the room would be filled with loud female screeching and curses and I think we've both had enough of that already.

"Ah, are you watching a girl's dramas now?" Minho asks, the first signs of his trademark smirk showing as suddenly, a boy appears on the screen and both the girls freeze.

"What if I was?" I mock, reaching out to grab the remote and turning off the tv. Then I toss the remote aside again and use both my hands to gently pinch the older's cheeks. "I have something much better to watch now, though."

A broad grin spreads over Minho's face.

"Is my Jisungie suddenly flirting?" he questions, looking up at me with sparkling eyes.

"Well, I learned from the best," I reply smugly, leaning forward and placing a quick kiss om his lips in a rare rush of confidence.

"Dang, you're bold today, baby," Minho states, looking at me in surprise. Even his cheeks are a little flushed and I find it adorable.

"Well, now that I'm out, I don't really have to hold back anymore, huh?" I explain with a small smile. "I have to make up a lot of lost time."

"I suddenly wonder if I should be concerned or excited for what the future will bring, then," the other admits and I shrug slightly.

"We'll find out soon enough," I simply reply, placing another quick kiss on Minho's temple. My gesture draws the most adorable smile from the other and I feel myself slowly melting on the inside.

God, he's so perfect.

The urge to shower his face in little kisses is so strong and the only thing that stops me is Minho nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck again. Then he hums softly, his way of telling me that he wants to cuddle.

So I tigthly secure my arms around him again and together, we find a comfortable position on his couch, buried in a heap of soft pillows. We remain like that for a while. How long? I don't know, time has lost all its meaning for now. It's just Minho, me and each other's warmth and presence that matter in this moment.

"Hey, Ji. Just so you know, you're my boyfriend now," the older suddenly speaks up and I swear my heart did a thing.

"Good, I was already planning to be," I reply gingerly, a fond smile making its way to my features.

Minho's hot breath fans my skin as he grins in delight, "I love you, Ji. I truly do."

"I love you too," I whisper, knowing that I'll cherish this moment for a loooong time.

Because for the first time forever, I feel complete.