His Hands (MinBin)

His Hands

He just wanted to hold his hands.

Something about them just intrigues him to reach out and grab them.

To hold them tightly in his own and never let go.

But he always says "no."

Minho grabs Changbin by the shoulders, spinning him around to make him face him.

"Let me hold your damn hand!"

"No."

And just like that Changbin left him alone.

Empty handed.

——
"Let me hold them."

"No."

"How about now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No."

He just wants to hold the small hands and call him his.

When will he say yes?

"Just scare him. Maybe he'll then hold your hand." Jisung suggests.

"How do I do that?"

"Easy, stare him down. That's what scares me."

Minho glares at the younger.

Jisung shivers a bit. "See! Scary."

"Or sneak into his bed and hold his hand." Hyunjin throws out.

"Creepy." Seungmin says with a shake of his head.

"I'll just ask again."

As soon as that was said, Changbin came walking into the kitchen. Minho following.

"Bin, let me-"

"No hyung."
——
Weeks passed and Minho has not given up.

Constantly asking for the others hand.

And to be honest, Changbin was getting tired of it.

"Just let him hold your hand then." Chan says and continues working.

"It's just hand holding. There's nothing to be afraid of." Felix chuckles out.

"Please hold his hand. He keeps holding mine and my hand gets tired and sore." Jeongin pouts out.

Changbin sighs, "I'll do it."
——
"I'll let you hold my hand."

"Seriously?!"

"Yes."

Changbin extends his right hand, index and ring finger having rings.

Minho slips his hand onto Changbins, fingers slowly interlocking.

It was better than what he has ever imagined.

Hands soft and warm. Small in his own.

"I want to hold them forever."

Changbin chuckles, secretly loving the hand holding.

"Then I guess you can."
——
Minho smiles softly as Changbin holds his hand.

"You and your stupid hand holding." Changbin mumbles.

"You love it."

"I do."

Minho finally got his wish of holding Changbins hand.