2 months later, I invited Minho to a family barbeque on Saturday, since he had nothing else to do that day. We came together at the gathering, and stupid Kibum had to shriek and yell, "EVERYONE! JONGHYUN'S BOYFRIEND HAS ARRIVED!" I could remember myself blushing and from the corner of my eye, Minho covered his face with his hand. Other than all those embrassing questions from my family, the barbeque was pretty great. I got to see a sweaty Minho playing basketball with Kibum (yes, surprisingly he plays well with his slim figure) and Jinki, who is Key's friend from school. I found out how competitive Minho can be and how jealous I can get whenever Jinki pats Minho on the upper back. That night when we came back home, I practically jumped to slap Minho on the back, causing him to yelp and glare at me. "Ouch! What the hell did you do that for?!" he shouted. His deep voice struck me and I started to cry at his sudden tone of voice. I can be really sensitive sometimes, you know.
His eyes softened as he stared at me. "Sorry, hyung, but just why did you do that?" he asked, this time softly. I bit my lip and looked up at him. "I was...jealous that Jinki can touch you on the upper back," I answered him and pouted. "I can only reach your lower back..." Minho chuckled at me and reached for my hand. He pulled it towards where I can reach on his back and kept it there. "Hyung, I like it how you're the only one to touch me there." He told me. Well, hell, that kept me up all night in my room.
6 months later, Minho & I started dating. Minho was the one who asked me out, which shocked me by surprise, because I really thought he was straight. Anyways, one day, we came back late at night from our date at a fancy restaurant and talked about our personal lives. I was currently working on writing a song while Minho recently got accepted in a lead role in a play at our university.
Suddenly, I turned and nearly screamed seeing a small little girl sobbing silently to herself behind a small gated fence. Her clothes were really torn and dirty, and you can hear the house behind her full of shouts and swear words. Next thing I knew, I heard stuff crashing to the ground and louder yelling. I can roughly translate the argument as such: the little girl's parents are the ones who are fighting against each other about selling drugs, prostitution, and beating the little girl up for standing in the way, which would explain the torn clothing. I sighed in relief, my 1st thought about what happened to the little girl slowly fading away.
I turned back to Minho, a bit scared of what might happen to the little girl. It seemed that he understood my telepathy as he bent down to the little girl's level (tried to - he's tall) and talked to her across the gate.
Part 2: Domestication - Jonghyun/Minho
His eyes softened as he stared at me. "Sorry, hyung, but just why did you do that?" he asked, this time softly. I bit my lip and looked up at him. "I was...jealous that Jinki can touch you on the upper back," I answered him and pouted. "I can only reach your lower back..." Minho chuckled at me and reached for my hand. He pulled it towards where I can reach on his back and kept it there. "Hyung, I like it how you're the only one to touch me there." He told me. Well, hell, that kept me up all night in my room.
6 months later, Minho & I started dating. Minho was the one who asked me out, which shocked me by surprise, because I really thought he was straight. Anyways, one day, we came back late at night from our date at a fancy restaurant and talked about our personal lives. I was currently working on writing a song while Minho recently got accepted in a lead role in a play at our university.
Suddenly, I turned and nearly screamed seeing a small little girl sobbing silently to herself behind a small gated fence. Her clothes were really torn and dirty, and you can hear the house behind her full of shouts and swear words. Next thing I knew, I heard stuff crashing to the ground and louder yelling. I can roughly translate the argument as such: the little girl's parents are the ones who are fighting against each other about selling drugs, prostitution, and beating the little girl up for standing in the way, which would explain the torn clothing. I sighed in relief, my 1st thought about what happened to the little girl slowly fading away.
I turned back to Minho, a bit scared of what might happen to the little girl. It seemed that he understood my telepathy as he bent down to the little girl's level (tried to - he's tall) and talked to her across the gate.
"Hey, little girl. What's your name?"