Minho decided to act on his feelings and ask Jisung to hang out. But first, he needed the all knowing wisdom of his mom.
The uwu Fam
uwu
Hello mother
UwU
Yes my child
uwu
I need your wisdom
Are you home today?
UwU
Yes child
I am home
And feeling quite philosophical today
uwu
Thank you mommy
UwU
UwU
Anything for my baby
uwu
UWU
I will never understand the uwu thing
uwu
Tis alright
Father
You may never understand
UWU
*cries in UWU*
uwu
See?
You're hip with the kids!
UwU
Child
Don't ever say that again or I'll UwU ur face in
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When he got home, Minho went straight to the living room. He ran the short run there, jumping on the couch next to his mom and smiling giddily. "Calm yourself child. What's got your biscuits buttered?" Mrs. Lee asked, steadying the boy who almost fell off the couch. "Mother."
"Child."
"I'm gay, right?" Mr. Lee watched on, very confused. "Yes, my child, you are. What about it?" Mrs. Lee said. "I like a boy. He's the greatest thing since sliced bread!" Minho said, turning and laying with his head in his mom's lap, looking up at her. "That's great, child. Where does my wisdom come to play?" The raven-haired boy shut his eyes, sighing. "I wanna ask him out." he said bluntly, opening his eyes to meet his mom's. "Well then... Ask him! March right up to that boy and tell him you wanna go out! Take him on a walk to the park or something cliche like that, most people would die to go on at least one cliche movie scene date." The all-knowing insight of his mother brought tears to Minho's eyes. As he wiped away those tears, Mr. Lee came over and sat down.
"There's really no right way to ask someone out. Just go with your gut." he said, ruffling his son's hair before going to the kitchen to get a snack. "Don't you ruin your dinner mister!" Mrs. Lee warned. Mr. Lee came out of the kitchen grumbling and holding up a pack of fruit snacks, groaning about how life wasn't fair on the way to his study. "Thank you, brotato-chip!"
"On a more serious note." Mrs. Lee started, running her fingers through Minho's hair as he stayed laying in her lap. "If you think he likes you, and you like him, then go for it. I'm not gonna stop you, neither will your father. As long as you're happy, so are we. It doesn't matter who you love." Minho sat up, pulling his mom into a hug and saying, "Thanks, mom.
I'm gonna do it, a whole big thing!"
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AS: PZ || Minsung
FanficAᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ Sᴘᴀɴ: Pᴏɪɴᴛ Zᴇʀᴏ Jisung has severe ADHD, anxiety and depression coming along as a package deal. This disorder has made his life greeaat. Note the sarcasm. He has difficulties doing the simplest of things. Meeting new people and making frie...
