"Is it weird?"

"Hmm?", I look up from my comfortable place on Minho's chest and meet his worried eyes. After our kiss, he blushed again and just turned on the TV. He layed back and ig just looked so inviting, so how could I resist? I wouldn't want to. And he did not push me away? So why does he now ask? The moment where Anna is frozen in place... why not earlier? We are sitting here since - idk, over an hour? - like this and he asked nothing. What does he mean 'is it weird?'?

"I don't know, we know each other since what? Two days?"

I stayed quiet, comcentrating on the tears running down Elsa's cheeks. But the question does not leave my mind. It worries me, that I already trust and like the boy enough, to let him into my room, watching Frozen while cuddling with him. But I would not be Han Jisung if I wouldn't overplay it: "Chill, cowboy. It's not like we are together or sum. I am not going to ask you to marry me in the mext three hours."

He chuckles, but I can feel the unsure something dripping from the little fake laugh.

The rest of the movie we stayed quiet, but I am sure he knows the question did not leave my mind. He would be very demse if he hadn't. I was shifting around the whole time, being anything but calm.

"I mean, we could try it, right? What can go wrong?"

I feel him hesitating before he nods. I feel it, because I did not lift my head from his chest, did not look awag fromthe names being played down in the screen of the TV. I just whispered quietly, ignoring that the last part of this dialogue was about half an hour ago.

He hummed, before shifting his body and laying down beside me. I did not let go of him, my arms wrapped around his waist. I feel him wrapping his own inly lightly around my shoulders, after debating where he could put them. I don't even know what the others meant with grumpy. This guy is either cute or unsure, but he was never cold or scary. I chuckle at the thought and then closed my eyes. Minho never asked.

He never asked what we would do now.

He never asked why I was laughing.

He just stayed here, wrapped in my arms, his arms awkwardly put around me. And like this we fell asleep. I never felt more like home since a ling time. Except for the typical at home feeling, as soon as I am at a rock concert or pressed in between the crowd of a little club gig. Righg now I feel at least as at home as when I am at one of these two options.