𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 40 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓻

Jisung was no liar. Heck, not even his stubbornness prevented him from noticing.

Minho drove him into madness.

Heat rose all the way from the pit of Jisung's stomach up to his chest, creating a brimming feeling inside. His face was now a few inches away from him as Minho's eyes trailed down to admire a treasure. Their breaths brush against each other. A moment where everything surrounding them disappears. Only they existed.

If only they hadn't gotten interrupted by an angry janitor that stood in the doorway with supplies lifted in the air. An aggravated groan left Minho's mouth as he parted from his lover. Great. He had to ruin it now when he was this close. Jisung flinched away from him, his pretty face tinted in a slight red while he fixed his ruffled hoodie.

The man swung around his supplies, already having planned an hour-long scolding for being here at such hours. Since, well, that's his job. "We're very sorry, sir," the more polite male apologized, grasping his boyfriend with. "And I'm not." Minho deadpanned with a threatening gaze aimed at the man. That only earned him an elbow to his side and a glare from his otherwise peaceful lover. "Yes, he is." Jisung snarled between gritted teeth.

The wind blew in their face, a gush of fresh, icy air. Jisung could feel his heart drop upon checking the time on his phone. "8 PM?!" he yelled internally. He didn't even tell his mother where he went. "Shit, I am going to die.." he muttered under his breath. Is it too early to plan his funeral? Jisung clasped his hands together, attempting a silent prayer. "Please, mom, don't kill me." He chanted over and over, swaying his hands. From the corner of his eye, there is still an angry Minho to be dealt with. A sigh escaped the male's lips. "You're frowning an unusual amount right now," he began but received no answer. He pushed the other, a proposal asking for attention. "Come on, don't frown so much." Minho huffed in response. "He ruined it."

"Hmm," Jisung hummed and curled his fingers around those of his short-tempered child. As he did so, Minho took notice of their linked hands, his frown dissolving. "You look happy," he implies, not missing the wide smile on Jisung's face. "Don't I normally when I'm with you?" The corners of the older's mouth tugged into a smile. He wasn't sure why he did it but sometimes Jisung had these moments where his charm is just irresistible. Only more reason for Minho to protect him at all costs. Cause if this went on, others might just try to steal him away from him.

The walk back home was pretty quiet, with occasional talks between. "I'm curious," Jisung started and Minho turned his head. "Have you ever thought about going to some kind of performing arts academy? Since you seem to dance a lot, judging from what I saw back there."

Minho hummed and answered. "I have, just didn't look somewhere yet."

"Interesting," Jisung replied genuinely. "I'll root for you!" He smiled cheekily, which puffed the squirrel-like boy's cheeks. "Fighting!" He lifted his fist in the air, causing the other to chuckle. "You are being too cute." Minho pinched the other's cheeks.

Both of them came to a stop in front of a two-way crossroad. Jisung looked to the left, while Minho looked to the right. "Well," the younger man started. "It looks like here will be where our ways part."

"Good night, Love." Minho waved and prepared to set off but got stopped by two arms wrapping around his waist. "Oh, you are not going without an act of affection from me," Jisung stated, and tightened his grip. Minho rolled his eyes and put his arms around him, swinging back and forth a bit. "You're acting as if this is the last time you'll see me. You know I'll still be alive tomorrow as well?" the older commented, but Jisung ignored it.