Jisung's POV:
I woke up to the sound of knocking on my door. Blinking blearily, I turned to check the time.
03:18 AM.
Rubbing my eyes, I swung my legs off the bed, the cold air brushing against my skin as I stood. Slowly, I trudged toward the door, fumbling to unlock it. On the other side stood Minho, clutching his blanket in one hand and hugging his pillow tightly with the other.
“Hm?” I hummed, my voice heavy with sleep.
“Um… I-I’m s-scared to sleep a-alone…” he stammered, his voice small and cracking.
I blinked at him in confusion, still processing his words. “Uh… how can I help you with that?”
“Can I… s-sleep with y-you?” he asked hesitantly, his wide eyes betraying his uncertainty about how I’d react.
I paused, taken aback for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Huh? Uh… sure, I guess.” I shrugged. “I mean, what’s wrong with it?”
Stepping aside, I gestured for him to come in. He shuffled past me, and I shut the door softly behind him. I climbed back into bed, gesturing for him to join me. He hesitated briefly before sliding in beside me, his movements careful.
“Goodnight,” I murmured as I adjusted the covers.
A soft, almost imperceptible hum was his only response. I reached over and switched off the night light, plunging the room into darkness. As I lay back down, I felt him scoot closer to me.
“You okay?” I asked, sensing his unease.
“Y-Yeah, just… scared of d-dark,” he admitted, letting out a small, clearly fake laugh. “I know, I’m a c-coward…”
“You’re not a coward,” I said firmly, turning slightly toward him. “It’s normal to be scared of things. If it helps, I’m terrified of bugs—yes, even the harmless ones.” I giggled softly, lightly rubbing his back.
His body relaxed slightly as he nuzzled closer, nodding a little in response. The repetitive motion of my hand on his back seemed to calm him, and before I knew it, I drifted back to sleep.
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The Next Morning
I stretched as I sat up in bed, the events of the night before slowly coming back to me. Turning my head, I noticed the space beside me was empty. Assuming Minho had gone back to his room, I got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. After getting ready for the day, I changed into casual clothes and stepped out of my room.
Knocking on Minho’s door, I waited for a response. When none came, I knocked again. Still nothing. Shrugging, I figured he must already be downstairs and made my way to the kitchen after checking the living room.
“Minho?” I called out, smiling as I spotted him crouched down in the kitchen. My smile quickly turned into a frown of concern as I noticed him hurriedly picking something up. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice louder this time.
He froze, his head snapping up. “I-I’m sorry! Please don’t get m-mad… I’ll p-pick it all up!” he cried, his voice cracking.
I hurried over to him, my chest tightening as I took in the scene. A broken plate lay scattered on the floor, and his fingers were bleeding as he tried to gather the shards with his bare hands.
“Minho, stop!” I exclaimed, grabbing his wrist gently but firmly and pulling him away from the mess. “What are you doing?”
“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, tears spilling down his cheeks. “P-Please don’t get mad. I d-don’t wanna get p-punished…”
“Hey, hey,” I said softly, crouching down to meet his gaze. “I’m not mad at you for breaking a plate. Accidents happen. I’m upset because you hurt yourself trying to clean it up. That’s what I’m worried about.”
Leading him to the living room, I sat him down on the couch and rushed to grab the first aid kit. When I returned, I knelt in front of him, setting the kit beside me.
“Give me your hand,” I instructed gently, sighing in relief when I saw no shards embedded in his skin. I took out some antiseptic, carefully applying it to his cuts. “This might sting a little, but bear with me, okay?”
Minho nodded, his head hung low in shame as I worked on his wounds. He didn’t say a word, his silence tugging at my heart.
“Why didn’t you just use a broom or call me for help?” I asked, wrapping bandages around his fingers.
“I-I thought you’d be mad… about the b-broken plate,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
“Next time, just let me know, okay? Or use the broom—it’s safer.” I smiled softly, hoping to reassure him. He nodded again, still looking down.
“Go grab something from my closet and get ready. We’ve got plans today,” I said, ruffling his hair lightly. He hesitated before nodding and heading upstairs.
While he got ready, I cleaned up the broken plate, then went to start my car. Returning to the living room, I waited for Minho. A soft touch on my shoulder made me turn around, and I couldn’t help but smile.
He stood there in black pants and a red sweater, the hem neatly tucked in. He looked… good. I quickly pushed the thought away, mentally scolding myself.
“Ready?” I asked. He nodded, and we headed to the car. I locked the front door before climbing in, Minho taking the passenger seat beside me.
As I started the car, I glanced at him. “Do you wanna play some music?”
“C-Can I?” he asked, his wide eyes lighting up slightly.
“Of course,” I said, connecting my phone’s Bluetooth and handing it to him. “Play whatever you want until we get to the mall.”
“Mall?” His voice rose in slight panic. “I-I haven’t been to one in a long time… What if I get lost?”
I chuckled, glancing at him briefly. “Just stay close to me. You’ll be fine.”
He nodded, clutching the phone as he stared out the window, his expression softening. Smiling to myself, I drove toward the mall, humming along to the songs he chose. It felt… nice.
A/N:
Jisung feeling... GAY!?
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~ 𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕒 ~ (Minsung)
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