76 RECONCILIATION (2/2)

”What things?”

”Well, some guy stuff.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

”Well, it's bro code you know.”

”Bro code? Are you really that close now that you could keep secrets from me?” I argued.

”No no no. It's just,” he sighed. ”Okay, I'll just give you the gist of it. He said that I should talk to you and weigh what I really wanted and tell you that.”

”So what do you really want Minho?” I asked him, while reducing the space between us.

He looked me in the eye. And God those eyes, so electrifying, I just want to drown within it. It holds so much words, so much promises that I cannot even fathom what it really means.

”I want you. I want you to stay with me Cassidy. God, just the thought of you leaving me left me in a wreck. What more if it really happened?”

I inched closer, a hair's breadth just between us. ”Minho...”

”Cassidy, I love you. I love you so, so much. Please don't send me away. Please don't leave me. I'll find a compromise of whatever the situation we're having. Please Cassidy, please.” His voice turned from a confession to a pleading. God I hate him doing that.

”Minho,” I held his face. ”You don't have to ask that, because I will never, ever leave you. I will never, ever, send you away. Because I don't want you to leave me. I don't want to see you go. I want you to stay with me too. Because I love you.”

And he hugged me, tears streaming down his face. ”I'm so sorry Cassidy. I'm so sorry.”

”Sssshhhh.” I caressed his head, patted and rubbed his back to ease him. ”Stop saying sorry. It's okay now. It's okay.”

”But I really said something so nasty.”

”Yes, I know. But you won't do it again, won't you?”

”Yes, I won't,” he replied like a child being coaxed. ”I promise. I wasn't thinking straight then. I was swallowed with jealousy, anger and hurt, and I had drank a lot then.”

”Ssshhh. I know, I know.”

”You knew?” he asked confusingly.

”Knew what? What do you mean?” I asked in confusion too.

”That I drank before I went home last night?”

”Well, I smelled it on you, but I just let it pass.”

”What? You are not mad?”

”Why would I be mad then? I won't get mad if you drink. But if you don't drink responsibly I would be super mad.”

He sighed. ”But really. I'm sorry Cassidy.”

I puffed up a breath. ”One more sorry and I'll stuff your mouth with dish washing soap.”

”That's harsh baby.” Baby. Such sweet words coming from his lips.

”I know.”

We looked into each other's eyes, feeling the love we felt for each other. This is the place where I always wanted to be.

This is home.