Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Forty-Six

THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED PASSED IN MORE-OR-LESS OF A BLUR, FULL OF WISHFUL GLANCES AND subtle touches. Saturday had come, finally, and Minho was relieved he'd finally be able to spend some quality time with Jisung; the two hadn't been able to meet again after that one day.

They texted all the time, but it wasn't the same; he wanted to hold his boyfriend close and plant small little kisses all over his face to show just how much he cherished him.

It was depressing, really, that they couldn't meet whenever they wanted because they had to hide from the people closest to them, but Minho would do anything for his significant other. His mother hadn't stopped squealing since he'd quietly told her he was going on a date that day, and she bustled around his room trying to find the perfect look for him.

Meanwhile, the brunet sat on his bed, texting the one he was meeting in little less than thirty minutes – thirty minutes?! He scrambled off of his bed, rushing into the closet after his mother. He was still in unflattering, stained grey jogging pants, and a slightly oversized green sweater. His hair was all over the place – he was a mess.

"Mom I have to be there in less than thirty minutes!" That meant he had fifteen minutes to get ready since he'd have to walk to the small café where they were meeting. "I'll drive you. We'll be there in five." He gulped, because unless they were going faster than the speed of light, they'd never make it there in five minutes.

"Aha! I knew you had something nice somewhere!" He rolled his eyes and peered over her shoulder. He had to admit it wouldn't exactly look bad. "Now go take a shower!" she exclaimed, hurrying him out of his room.

After being terrorized by his mother for what felt like hours, he was finally deemed presentable. His hair had been blown dry, his body stuffed into black ripped skinny jeans, an oddly long white blouse that was artfully tucked in by his mother, and a turquoise bomber jacket he wasn't even aware that he'd owned.

She clasped her hands together as she observed him, eyes watering. "Don't be so dramatic," he mumbled uncomfortably, and she shook her head, wiping her eyes. "How can I not?" She grinned, then looked down at her watch. "Time to go."

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Minho stumbled out of the car and his mother quickly drove off, forcing a relieved sigh out of him. The entire ride there she'd given him the talk and he had been desperate to escape such a conversation. He walked up to the café door and pulled it open.

He was right on time, thankfully. He spotted Jisung sitting at a small booth in the back of the café, and smiled, quickly making his way over. He slid into the seat across from him, and the wind was knocked right out of him before he even had the time to say hello, because wow.

After several moments of dumbstruck silence, the strawberry-blonde giggled. "Close you'll mouth; you'll end up catching flies." Minho's face turned beet red, and he immediately leaned back in his seat coolly, as though he hadn't been openly gawking at the other.

"So, where are we going?" he questioned finally, because Minho had refused to tell him anything. The brunet suddenly smiled; he was quite proud of his plan for the day. "Let's get a drink first," he offered, standing up.

"What do you want?" he questioned finally, and Jisung peeked at the menu, his face set in pondering concentration as his eyes swept over all the options. "A caramel brûlé latté, please," he grinned, and Minho nodded and shook his head slightly.

Him and his weird drinks, he thought, but he found it adorable.

After his order was placed, he loitered around the counter, tapping his fingers against it gently as he waited. His eyes slid over towards Jisung, who was happily kicking his feet softly under the table, and he smiled.