~ 𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕒 ~ (Minsung)

🔒Chapter 17 - Past🔒

SAY THE NAME SEVENTEEN~

Sorry-

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3rd Person POV:

Jisung had convinced Minho to rest early the night before, insisting, “I can handle feeding the kittens and cleaning up. You need to lie down.” 

Minho had wanted to argue—he hated leaving Jisung to do everything—but his throbbing headache made him relent. He mumbled a half-hearted protest before retreating to bed. 

The next morning, Jisung stirred awake, the sunlight peeking through the blinds. He stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, only to hear soft shuffling beside him. Blinking, he turned his head. 

“Since when have you been awake?” he asked groggily, his voice thick with sleep. 

Minho sat on the bed with his back against the headboard, legs crossed and hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. His gaze was distant, fixed on his fingers as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. He didn’t even seem to register Jisung’s question. 

Jisung frowned and reached out, gently shaking Minho’s arm. “Hey, are you okay?” 

Minho startled as if snapping out of a trance, his wide eyes meeting Jisung’s for the first time that morning. “Oh… I-I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?” 

Jisung shook his head, sitting up beside him. “No, not really. But you’re acting weird. What’s wrong?” 

Minho hesitated, his hands still fidgeting nervously. He seemed to be battling an internal war, his lips twitching as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. Finally, he sighed and looked down at his lap. 

“I… I feel like I should be honest with you,” Minho murmured, his voice barely audible. “You told me you liked me, and I… I believe you. I really do. But…” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “What if that changes after I tell you about my past?” 

Jisung’s brows furrowed, his heart sinking at the vulnerability in Minho’s voice. “Minho…” 

Minho didn’t let him interrupt, his words spilling out in a rush. “I just— I need to know now, Jisung. If it’s going to change how you feel about me, I’d rather know before—before I fall even harder for you…” His voice cracked at the end, and he bit his lip to keep it from trembling. 

Jisung reached out, his hand gently cupping Minho’s cheek. He turned Minho’s face toward him, making sure their eyes met. “Minho, listen to me. Your past could never change the way I feel about you. Nothing could. And if it’s not your fault—which I’m sure it’s not—it’s not even worth thinking about.” 

Minho’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He stared at Jisung as if searching for any hint of insincerity in his words, but there was none. 

“Yeah…” he mumbled, nodding. “But there’s always that small chance. And that… scares me more than you could imagine.” 

“It’s okay to be scared,” Jisung reassured him, brushing a thumb across Minho’s cheek. “But don’t let that fear stop you from letting me in. You don’t have to carry everything alone.” 

Minho’s heart twisted at the kindness in Jisung’s words. He’d never been shown this kind of unconditional care before. 

“Then… Can I talk about it?” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I think I’ll feel better if I do.”