"Between Our Keys And Strings" ☑️ [2Min ❤️]

12.

Since he had lost his parents at 10, she has been the one raising him.

Even if Minho breaths, she knows it first.

She scanned his expressions for a while.

Minho felt a strong gaze on him.

"What?" He asked her without meeting her eyes.

She just smiled softly, caressing his hair.

"Nothing. Just your frowning, confused face reminded me of something." She said her fingers moving his locks.

"What does it remind you about?'' Minho asked finally meeting her eyes, slightly calmer.

"When you were a kid; you always asked me and you grandfather that we looked so young" she said.

Minho looked at her, his brows joining in concentration. Tring to remember.

"He told you we’d made a bet. Whoever lost an argument had to walk five kilometers. Of course, he lost—because who can win against your grandma?" she said with a wink.

“And what about you?”
She still continued. Minho asked her.

She chuckled lightly.

"You asked that too. He told you I secretly followed him, just to make sure he was actually walking the full distance.''

Minho burst into laughter—his first real one in days. His eyes crinkled, shoulders relaxing.

He side — hugged her, still giggling.

"You both were so funny, and chaotic couple. I always wanted to have a married life like yours "

Listening to him she, smiled.

"Than how about now?" She asked.

"Means?"

"Do you have someone you want to have as life partner?''

Minho turned silent. His shoulders tensing. His lips turned into a straight line, slightly trembling.

He clutched her hands a little tighter.

"So you do have someone you like!" She said, understanding by his body language.

He just nodded slight against her shoulder.

"That's  so good. Why didn't you speak about it?" She asked turning her head towards him.

"It doesn't seem to work now" he muttered.

"And why is it so?"

He sighed, sitting straight. His back rested of the soft cushions behind.

He took a long breath, before telling about Seungmin and the incident days ago.

She listened quietly. Keeping her hands on his.

''So you haven't seen him since that day?" She asked when he finished explaining.

Minho just looked at his knees. His fingers fidgeting with each other. First time he was behaving contrasting to his usual demeanor.

"So you did nothing?"

"For that he should be there in front of me to do something. He is ghosting me."

His grandmother sighed, shifting close to him.

"See Seungmin is a good guy. He's very shy. But Moreover he is very insecure about himself."

"I know that that's why I feel inove with him. And I want to tell him every second he breaths that he is the most precious person in this world." He said his voice breaking in between. His palm clutched slightly.

She caressed his back softly.

"So you have to understand he is not well himself too. He is so insecure. Then how will he think he deserves this all? That little baby is hesitant about everything good about to happen to him—" she held his hand."— he needs some more time Minho – yah. Just let it go the way it is. He will become more uncomfortable and tensed."

''But then… why did he kiss me?'' Minho’s voice broke fully now.
''Why say all those things and then leave? I was left alone again . . .''

''Because he doesn’t know how to handle something good,'' she said softly.
''You scare him, Minho. Because you’re too kind, too steady. He probably thinks he’ll ruin you.''

"Listen to me. I know others shouldn't interfere in someones life, but just take it in slow pace."

"What if it gets to late?"

"Take it slow. Don’t force it. Talk to him when the moment is right. He’ll come around.''

Minho just nodded. His mind had calmed down much better than before.

"Thank you Haelmonim" Minho said softly, holding her hands.

He shifted slightly, stretching his legs straight on the couch. Before laying his head on his grandma's lap he asked.

"Can I?" He asked, while titling his head.

His grandma chuckled.

"Yes my gentleman" she caressed his head softly.

As she stroked his hair, Minho finally felt calm. His eyes fluttered closed.

She glanced at the moon outside, then back at him—her boy, all grown up and in love.

She leaned down and kissed his forehead gently.

Happy Reading ❤️.