Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

16

Sunday came faster than I wanted. After we had left the aquarium, we decided to go eat lunch since we spent a good two hours there. On the drive home, we talked about different experiences that we'd had in our past years.

I'd learned a lot about him. It made me feel like I'd known him for my whole life. I really wish we had talked more during school.

That night, he held and talked to me, slowly lulling me to sleep. It was the best sleep I had ever gotten. I didn't even wake up early as I usually did.

"I hate today," I muttered as I moved my cold eggs around the plate. My head was resting on my hand, a grim expression painted on my face.

Minho looked at me with worry, "why's that, angel?"

"Do you ever just have that Sunday feeling? Where you know you're starting another week and it just makes you so fucking sad. Where you don't want to do anything except cry. Where you're just so scared for no reason. You just have that fear settled in your stomach and you just want to go outside so you can breathe, but you don't want to move."

He stared at me before I realized that I had just outed my depressed self to my crush.

"Oh!" I sat up suddenly, "I-I mean you know, it's just- I don't want to go back to school. That's what I meant," I laugh.

"Baby, you don't have to cover up your feelings in front of me," he says, standing and putting our plates in the sink before coming over to me and making me stand.

"I-I know," I mumble, "I'm just not used to being able to open up to people who actually care."

"You have Chan and Changbin, don't you? What about that one senior that's friends will the Thai kid?"

"Younghyun? Yeah, we're friends, but he's leaving soon to go abroad. Whenever I see him, we talk about everything, but he's not there when things actually happen. Chan is always stressed out. He barely sleeps. I don't want to add to his list of worries. And Changbin... he's a good friend, but he doesn't really... listen. He listens, but it's like he doesn't care. And I don't really talk to my other friends outside of school," I explain, going into the living room and sitting on the couch.

"Well if you ever need to really talk to someone, or have someone listen, you know I'm always here. You have my number, don't you? I gave it to you Friday," he says, sitting next to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"I do. Thanks Minnie, I really appreciate it. Do you want to watch a movie?" I say, the sad feeling still not going away, but I try to ignore it.

"Sure, you chose since I apparently have no taste in movies," he chuckles.

"You don't!"