the next few days, jinwoo didn't leave his father. and i don't blame him. mr. park didn't last long though. his funeral was the day before christmas eve. jinwoo left as soon as the funeral was over and minhyuk called him, but he wouldn't answer.

i thought it was best to leave him to himself for a while.

•••

i was sitting on the couch flipping through tv channels when my mom yelled.

"myungjun! pick up this shit in the kitchen!"

i looked at what she was talking about and of course, it was her beer bottles. "i'm sorry, mom, but those are yours and they aren't my responsibility," i told her.

"well fuck you, myungjun. pick it up, you worthless shit!" she screamed at me.

we were soon arguing with each other, her screaming and me trying to calm her down. a knock at the door interrupted our argument. i left her to open the door, only to see jinwoo. he looked like shit, and it hurt me.

he glanced behind me to my mom, and then back at me. he gave me a serious look before uttering, "move in with me."

the small sentence took me by surprise and i tried arguing but he kept insisting. he was saying he didn't want to be all alone in his house and i didn't deserve to be stuck with her. before i could argue back, i heard glass shattering and my mom yelling. soon enough, we shoved my stuff in trash bags in jinwoo's car, and we headed to his house.

•••

jinwoo pov

i thought back to what happened. i went to myungjun's and i'm glad i did. i thought back to my last conversation with my dad

"dad, when you leave me, should i ask myungjun to live with me? i don't want to live in that house all alone and-"

"jinwoo. you don't have to ask for permission. i know you love the boy. i see it in your eyes. you need him and he needs you. get him away from his mother. keep him with you. it'll be better for both of you." my father said.

so i agreed. and now i'm sitting on the couch, the tv playing some random show and i held a sleeping myungjun in my lap. he looked so peaceful and beautiful. i could never get enough of him. he was amazing.

he soon stirred and looked up at me with innocent eyes. "jinwoo, can we go to sleep now? i'm tired," he mumbled.

"baby, you were sleeping, but ok." i picked him up and carried him to my room and set him on the bed. i cuddled under the blanket with him. but before i could sleep, myungjun interrupted the silence saying i measly sorry.

"baby, why are you saying sorry?" i asked him.

"you don't deserve this shit. and it's christmas eve. tomorrow is christmas and you were planning to spend it with your dad, but now you can't.

i sighed at him. "myungie, yes, i was planning to be with my dad, but i still have you, and that's all i need right now. okay?"

he buried his face in my chest and i heard a muted okay.

i realized, this was all i needed. only myungjun and i. this was comfortable. and i knew i loved him. with my whole heart.