𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 20 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝔂𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽

The door creaked shut behind Minho as he traipsed further through the living room until he noticed who was waiting in the living room. "Who is this?" His father held out his phone, the light of the screen illuminating the already lit room. Maybe the intensity of the screen brightness only unsettled Minho because of the picture he got faced with. Jisung.

Minho felt his chest clench, the anxiousness causing his throat to shut. His father sighed at the quiet atmosphere. "Stay away from him." He didn't spare another glance at his son as he threw away the phone. Minho shot his head up. "Why?!" 

The man glowered at him. "I don't want you to date a boy and definitely not this low-life!" Minho stood up, a resentful glare aimed at the man he had to call 'father'. 

"I will keep seeing him and I won't let you or anyone stop me, for that matter." He deadpanned. 

"Take him to his room." His father only had to snap his finger for two servants to arrive, grabbing Minho by his arms. "What are you doing?" He resisted in their grip. "Let me go!"

"I am warning you, Lee Minho. If I ever see you get close to that moron again, be sure that consequences will follow." 

The door shut close in its lock, the ringing of keys sounding through the void hallway. He was locked. He let the scream he bottled up out, smashing a few objects close to him out of space. He gripped the strands of his hair, tugging them while he took a deep breath, recollecting himself. What was there he could do? His father had eyes everywhere. And Minho knew for one that they wouldn't spare him whatsoever. He hated the feeling of being trapped. Despised it. Hate wasn't even one word close to it. How could they force him to put away a feeling he had just discovered? Why would they want to take away that special feeling? 

How could they try to take away his special someone?

Suddenly he lifted his head. It was risky but he figured it could work. He just had to be back in time. Chances were that it could be the last time he would see Jisung. So, he was willing to take that risk. He got out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. 

Minho 

Meet me at the flower fields.

Love 

Why?

Did something happen?

Minho

Please, I want to see you

Love

Hmm...

Minho let out a sigh, leaning his head back. He looked back down at his phone before locking it. Now just for his plan. He looked around his room, his eyes landing on the window. The balcony? Definitely risky and dangerous. But it could work. 

Minho had to gulp at least a few times when looking down. Since when was his balcony so high above the ground? "What am I gonna do? Climb down?" He took a deep breath. "Wait for a second, there is a ladder against the wall.." He let out a breathless laugh upon remembering it. and rushed to the side of his balcony. That thing had hung there pretty much his entire childhood. 

It already looked very old, so old that even a few pieces were missing and the rope didn't look stable either. "Well, should I climb down or not?" Minho mumbled to himself. Then a part of him told him that if he wouldn't do this he would probably not see Jisung for a very long time, the one thing Minho wanted to avoid at all costs. His heart was beating against his chest from nerves, so much he wanted to tremble. Yet adrenaline took over. "Okay, on the count of three."

"One"

"Two"

"Three.." 

He grabbed the not-so-strong rope, climbing down bit by bit, hesitating about every step, clutching onto the rope to the point his skin turned pale. Minho had almost exposed himself in front of his parent's bedroom which had his father sitting in his working chair, scrolling through some papers, not yet aware of his dangerous shenanigans. 

Minho silently cursed as he tried to fasten his pace just a bit without falling down and breaking, god knows how many, bones. 

His lungs finally allowed oxygen to stream through them as taking a breath left a tingling feeling inside of them when Minho exhaled, grabbing his chest with a shaking hand. "I will never take you for granted anymore." Minho praised the earth under him, not able to stop any time soon. He then dusted himself off and scanned the area for anyone, a possible threat that could catch him, before taking the secret path that led towards the fields somewhere in the back area of the gate. 

There he stood in the cold, looking in front of him until he noticed. Minho couldn't imagine this being the last time he would see his ethereal figure. The moonlight shone upon Jisung as he smiled at him. Cherish this moment. It won't last long. That was the only thought that lingered through Minho's head. Jisung stood in front of him and Minho couldn't resist anymore. He leaned in, grabbing Jisung into a tight hug, not planning on letting him go any time soon. Resistant to. 

Jisung flinched, taken by surprise. Normally, Minho was never this forward in physical touch. "Minho, are you okay?" he asks, patting his back. Something didn't feel right. "Please, just stay like this for a while. I don't want to lose you." 

Jisung frowned. "Minho, what the hell happened?" was the unanswered question he had in his mind. Nevertheless, he fulfilled the other's request, hugging him back which seemed to be lasting for the entire night. 

"Can I tell you a secret?"

Jisung rose his face, making contact with the other's dark eyes who were looking at him so desperately. "I love you. So much I never want to let you go. But I know there will be people that'll try to separate us." Jisung remained speechless at his sudden confession, eyes searching further into his for answers. At least a few. 

"Can I ask you something, please?" Minho asked him in barely a whisper. "Promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you won't escape from my hold." 

Jisung took a deep breath before answering. "If I promise you that, will you guarantee me you won't leave me?" His tone sounded on the harsh side but Jisung needed to know if he could really trust him. Minho looked down. "There are some things I can't guarantee." Jisung nodded at the other's response. "Then, I can't promise you yet either. I'm sorry." Minho sighed but understood. The chance they would be together like this was very small anyway.

"If I ever disappear know that I love you, Jisung." 

Minho reached up and softly pecked the other's head, turning Jisung scarlet again. How many times was this gonna happen? Jisung kept thinking to himself. 

Who knows, maybe this would be the last time. 

The moment they had to part was the hardest for Minho. He distanced himself from Jisung, out of his comforting hold. This was it, the last time he would see Jisung. Why? Why did the world have to be against him like this? His happiness got taken away just like it had appeared without leaving any trace. Oh, how he had wished this moment would have lasted longer. Forever, maybe.