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And he did. The face he gave gave it all away. His tears eyes gave me a gaze before he leaned in and hugged around my neck, resting on top of my shoulder. I leaned my head on top of his.

"Who did this..."
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"It was just some stupid senior, Minh-"

"No. Ji. Anyone that hurt you ain't 'just someone' . and a senior? how'd you get in a fight with a senior?! I'll talk to Chris he's a senior and he'll know what to do. "

Minho jolted off my shoulder to look me in the eyes, his palm slowly turning my cheek so I faced him. "Please don't lie to me. I wanna make sure you're safe." He seemed shaky. His hand was making small twitches and his fingers couldn't stay still against my cheek.

I reached up and took his hand to my own, holding it with my palm against the back of his hand. "Can I tell you when the time is right? Please? Min im ok."

Before Minho could speak again I had to change the topic. His mouth opened but I could quickly jump in.

"Let's talk about this week. For Christmas." I took both his hands and placed my fingers between them. They were soft like sheets and warm to the tips. I wanted to lean my forehead against him. I wanted to hold him against me softly. I ... i wanted to kiss him. Tell him my feelings.

but I couldn't. I had to protect this. His hands slowly slipped out of mine as if he could tell the same. He smiled with a hesitant giggle. "Sorry..." he fixed his hair and looked back at me.

"So uh... what about this weekend? My parents are gonna drive us but I doubt they'll stay. They have other kids to provide for this Christmas. So just me and you." He laid back on my bed. I moved til I sat beside him as he laid. His own bedroom door outside . The next few snowflakes of the year had been falling since we left school and now the grass had its frosted tips.

"Maybe we should just keep it simple. Make cookies maybe, wrap gifts, stay all warm and cozy. " I could feel my emotions change to warm and fuzzy at the thought of Christmas. Like as if the bruises I held didn't hurt or the negative attacks of Hyunjin never existed.

I saw Minhos reflection stare at me in the window. I turned around to softly smile. "Doesn't that sound amazing ...?"

"Perfect." Minho replied. "Um... this might sound a bit weird but um."

I stood up from my slouch to listen and stared as he looked away, then toward the bed.

"Could I just hold your hand ? They make me know you're safe. And i don't want you to get hurt any more and I- "

I silenced him by collapsing on to his chest . It may have taken his breath away and almost choke on his own words but I mean, worth it.

I could feel his heart beat and both of us shared warmth and held each other. Minho wasn't so sure....

"Hey... listen. I respect you and Emma. I- I don't want you to think you have to like me back or that I'm trying to win you cause of my sexuality." He stated.

"Minho I- no it's not like that. I mean you could say this is a "no homo" moment I guess? But I'm just doing what makes you feel safe. Or makes you happy. You before me. But wait... what did you mean by 'like me back' " I questioned.

His face turned red and he turned his gaze away. "You haven't assumed anything ? Or caught on to me yet? Jisung I've liked you for a bit of time now. I guess it was you that made me realize I was bisexual. You're all I want in a person but just a guy. And so I had to have you. But you're straight... and that's fine with me. As long as you're my friend I'll love you, dude."

A lot had to be taken in. First off, Minho liked me... officially. Wow. And I made him bi? That should be an achievement I guess? I don't know. But oh my god what am I gonna do. I wanna tell him my feelings too. I wanna be his boyfriend and so much more.

"Hey. Same here. Ill love you forever dude. But I have Emma now so I don't know if I can exactly satisfy the boyfriend part. If i was gay I totally would. You're pretty awesome too."

We exchanged agreeable smiles and leaned up off the bed. "I should get going. I have a bit of homework to do for Friday and since we're leaving right after school I want it done early so I can pack. See you tomorrow?" Minho explained

"Yeah. See you then." And so then we separated ways to finish the night.

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I did end up seeing him the next day. And the day after. And the day after. And all days until the day of our departure.

My bruises healed easily. Just a little weak and sore in the muscles that's all. But i was happy today. It was still snowing but the ground had been covered completely now til the white flakes blinded you with reflections of sunlight.

School was a half day. It was just a holiday assembly, nothing much. People sung songs, students were stupid, teachers tried being cool and doing a dance. I sat with Emma, Chris, and Woojin. The others weren't in the class or in a class nearby to meet up with so we waited til lunch.

School was fast and nothing too exciting happened. Minho and I walked to my house in the snow so I could finish packing.

I put hoodies, t-shirts, jeans, uggs, care products, cute Christmas accessories, and my favorite Polar Express DVD.

"You know, they don't have tv in a cabin right?" Minho stated.

Gently I threw the fragile dvd case at him and hollered "WHY DID YOU LET ME SUGGEST MOVIES THEN-. DAMN YOU, LEE MINHO."

"You said you loved me tho." He smirked.

"Right now I don't, my Polar Express dvd has very hurt feelings right now and I do i." I said all embarrassed. It's not Christmas without movies. "Guess we'll deal with Netflix."

We finished packing and carried our bags to Minhos moms van. His mom always loved me. She would give me a hug each time we greeted and made me feel like his house was a safe place for me to be.

But she wouldn't be at the cabins this year.

I think it's gonna be kind of strange. Just me and Minho . Both confused homosexuals with feelings for each other, not allowed to date because of my stupid reasons.

But something told me I'd enjoy this Christmas anyways. I mean it's just a week or two. What could possibly go down between us?

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