Minho waves bye and I wave back with a small chuckle at how dorky he was being, closing the door and letting out a sigh before walking upstairs.

Getting to my room I close the door and lock it, leaning my back on the door with a smile.

I shake my head "Don't do this again Jisung" I told myself, pushing myself off of the door and going to my desk. Opening the drawer and pulling out my sketchbook. Flipping to the most recent.

I chuckle bitterly and bite my lip "I'm pathetic"

"I used to want to become an Astronaut" He chuckles, "I loved space, everything about it was just so cool to me"

There it was. An unfinished sketch of an astronaut. At first, I wasn't aware of why I wanted to draw it, but it made sense. It always made sense.

It's crazy how you can admire someone from a far for so long before meeting or getting to know them—how everything about them continues to roam your head. Invades it like some disease that you can't get rid of.

I didn't notice I was starting to cry as a tear slipped from my eyes and landed on the paper, making me close the sketchbook.

A knock on my door pulls me out of my sad reality "Y-Yeah?" I mentally curse at myself. Knowing my voice gave it away.

"Jisung, son? Are you alright?" I heard my mom ask from the other side of the door and I walk to the door. My hand stops at the door knob and I hesitate. "You can talk to me," She said softly.

My chin wobbled and I open the door, "Oh sweetheart" She pulls me into a hug and the tears just continue to flow as I said nothing but hugged her back.

She rubs my back softly, trying to calm my cries. Pulling away after, I wipe my tears.

"Let's sit," She says and I go to my bed and sit down. She pulls my desk chair in front of me and sits. "Now tell me what's the wrong"

I wipe my face again and I shrug "Nothing" my voice was wobbly.

My mom sighs lowly "Is it about Minho?". I look down "I know it is, I'm not blind Jisung. I see the way yall look at each other and pretend it's only friendship"

I look up at her "Please don't tell dad"

She smiles softly and wipes my tears "If that's what you want", she spoke gently "This is between us"

I nod. "Thank you mom"

She puts her hand on my knee and gives it a small squeeze "Now I have to ask. Was It Minho?"

I furrow my brows "Huh?"

"That hurt that boy from school" I freeze and she seems to understand without me even saying anything "He was protecting you, wasn't he?"

I look down and didn't answer her, biting my lip harshly. I hear her sigh "Look at me Jisung" I look up and I fear what she has to say "We have to tell—"

I shake my head, not letting her finish as I say "N-No!" I said loudly. "Nobody can know! B-Because they will all know t-that I—"

"Okay son, calm down" She puts her hands on my shoulders "I was gonna say we have to tell your father"

"What will happen to Minho?" I spoke softly, worried about the boy.

My mom pulled away and looked at me "He cares about you enough to protect you" I frown "Nothing will happen to him"

"Dad will make it go away?" I ask, already knowing the answer. My mom just nods and I sigh, looking down at my hands. The room grew quiet before I said "We are just friends now" I mumble but I knew she heard.

I look up hesitantly, somehow feeling like I could talk to her at this moment. She looks at me, waiting for me to open up.

"I think we had something" I started, chuckling lightly "b-but he told me something that made me upset and I told him to leave me alone." I bite at my bottom lip and my eyes avoid hers "I went to the party because I knew he would be there and a part of me wanted to see if he cared" My eyes watered "Look where that led me" I chuckle bitterly.

I look at her as she just sits there "I never seen you care so much about someone" She said, almost like she herself was growing sad.

I shake my head "He-He makes me feel things I don't want... that I never felt and sometimes it scares me"