Hidden Love | Minsung

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~ Jisung Pov.

"Jisung!" I snapped my eyes open as I was suddenly brought out of my thoughts again.

I blinked a few times and then looked to the orange haired boy who eyed me with a raised eyebrow.
"So?" his expression was still the same as before and I lowered my head, my gaze fixed on the table

Nervously and thoughtfully I chewed on my lower lip, not really knowing what I wanted.

I just didn't want to take any chances because I knew that if Minho would reject me, a world would collapse for me. My whole life, which I had shared with him all these years, would never be the same again. Because I would not only lose a friend but also a part of myself.

"I don't know!" I suddenly gasped out, ruffling my hair frantically as I propped my elbows on the table.

"Well, whether you keep your feelings to yourself or not you should decide quickly. Don't regret it afterwards." Suddenly Joengin spoke in a gentle tone, his gaze fixed directly on me.

Felix, Seungmin and Hyunjin also nodded their heads in agreement with the youngest and I knew that Joengin was right.

There were only two options.

I tell him and my heart gets broken or I don't tell him and my heart gets broken as well.

My choice was only pain or pain with nothing to lose.

Still, I wasn't ready to take that step.

"I have no idea..." I talked to myself rather than the others and looked up at the white ceiling.

"What don't you know?"

I widened my eyes in shock and hastily turned around, threatening to fall off the chair.

Behind me stood Minho, looking down at me with raised eyebrows and a slight smile on his face and I started to gulp.

How long had he been standing there!?

Completely overwhelmed, I couldn't get a word out and stammered something to myself until Felix spoke up.
"He has no idea how to confess his love."

I immediately turned my gaze away from Minho and looked at the orange-haired boy who was just sitting there casually with his arms crossed in front of his chest. The others at the table looked at him incredulously - so did I.

But when Minho began to clear his throat behind me, I removed my gaze from Felix, who was still looking up at Minho, who was still standing behind me.

As if paralyzed, I looked at my hands that I had folded under me in my lap and played with my fingers, noticing how my heart began to race in my chest.

Instead of the black-haired boy saying anything, he came out from behind me and joined me at the table, right next to me.

I noticed how he kept checking me out while I pretended not to notice.

Felix you fucking ass!

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A short time later the others came and joined us. The atmosphere was actually quite relaxed but Minho didn't say a word and spent most of his time poking thoughtfully at his food, while I listened to the others talking.