Hidden Love | Minsung

☁️|13

~ Jisung Pov.

"You're killing me..."

Huh?

I looked at the red wall in front of me with a confused look, while I felt Minho's forehead on my shoulder and the black-haired one let out a big sigh.

Slowly he lifted his head and looked at me, I did too.

His lips curled into a slight smile but something seemed off. The mood had changed somehow and I saw a hint of fear in his eyes.

He took a few steps back and then shook his head.
"Let's take a break before you hurt yourself." He started laughing and it seemed to me like he was trying to downplay something.

But since I couldn't really follow it anymore, I went together with Minho to the black sofa, which was on the shorter side of the wall and settled down on it, my gaze directed upwards.

I felt the sofa next to me start to move and Minho also sat down with some distance from me.

He brushed his hair out of his face, which was still sticking to his forehead from sweat and pulled out his cell phone.

Somehow I didn't like this atmosphere at all and I had no idea why it had changed so abruptly. It was oppressive and somehow I was afraid of suffocating in it.

Cautiously I looked over to Minho, who seemed to be writing on his cell phone with someone.

Since I could probably already guess with whom he was writing, I sighed and turned my head to the side and looked in my reflection what I could see in the mirror.

Before I could even think properly a question burst out of me, which I would have taken back immediately if I could.
"What's going on between you and Jihyo?" I averted my gaze from the mirror and looked straight ahead to avoid Minho's gaze, which I nevertheless clearly felt on me.

"Are you two..." I had to take a deep breath inside and then bit my lower lip. "...together?" I then pressed out what was harder for me than I could have guessed.

There was silence and I only saw in the corner of my eye how Minho had also directed his gaze to the wall in front of us.

Since no answer came from his side I could beat myself at that moment for asking such a stupid question, since it only made the atmosphere around us worse.

"Not really..." the older one answered suddenly and my gaze went to him automatically. With widened eyes I looked at him, because I would have expected now 100% that they are together and somehow a feeling of relief also spread in me.

But this feeling disappeared quite quickly when Minho continued to talk.
"Have you ever loved someone without knowing if they would ever return your feelings?" He simply asked me this question, seeming to forget that he already knew the situation, since Felix had grandiosely blurted it out today.

I turned my gaze away and looked down at my hands that were lying in my lap while I had my legs stretched out in front of me.

On the one hand I wanted to cry and on the other hand I wanted to scream at Minho and say what a blind idiot he was and that it was tearing my heart apart that he was asking me, his best friend who loved him, for advice on his crush.

In me the purest emotional chaos spread and my heart began to hurt, because an incredible lump spread in it.

But I pulled myself together because Minho was expecting some words of encouragement from me and I should give them to him as his best friend. After all, friends are there for each other even if it just tears me apart at that moment.