forest || minsung

26

'Hello?'

'What's up?'

Seungmin was on the phone. An odd time to call, as they had literally seen each other 20 minutes ago at school.

'What is going on between you and Minho?'

Huh? Jisung thought his friend would wanna hang, or something. He certainly hadn't expected this.

'What do you mean?'

'Well at least you both know how to act dumb..'

'I- What- Excuse me?' Jisung sputtered.

Seungmin laughed. 'Nothing. Now tell me.'

'Nothing is going on. Maybe that's the problem.'

Something was going on. He just didn't know what, and was too scared to find out.

'I see.'

'I brought him home Saturday, yeah? He told me I was cute and that he- he..'

Shit. He couldn't out him like that.

He twisted it around. 'And that he wanted me to sleep over, because it was dangerous outside or something. Snuggled into me and everything, and- and the next morning he was so upset, I just .. I just left.'

He fidgeted with his necklace. Maybe he shouldn't have left Minho in that state. But when it was him who had caused him to get like this..

'You should talk to him, tell him how you feel,' Seungmin offered.

Jisung hesitated. It was dangerous, risking their friendship like that. But was there really so much to ruin, when they were awkward half of the time anyways?

'He could barely look me in the eye, I doubt he'll talk to me.'

A hum came from the other end of the line. 'I'll get him so far. Be available, yes?'

'What are you-'

A beep. The cunt had hung up.

Jisung sat back in his chair. He had been doing homework, but he knew there was no use in trying now. There was only one thing on his mind, and it sure as hell wasn't the start of the middle ages.

Or well, there was only one person on his mind. Minho.

He tried to imagine what it would be like, confessing his feelings to him. If he would even dare. What would his response be? Would he be shocked? Angry?

The mere thought of it made him anxious, honestly.

His fears were interrupted by his phone going off again. Seungmin, again.

'Yes?'

'Go to the park.'

Jisung snorted. 'This reminds me of something.'

'Just go! He will be there.'

That was surprising, to say the least. Minho wasn't a great fan of talking. Him willing to meet anyways gave Jisung hope.

He quickly pulled on his shoes and got a coat before heading out.

Minho was already leaning against a fence when he approached the park. So casual, so beautiful.

He spotted two guys on the other side of the park. Seungmin and Hyunjin, waiting for things to go down.

'I'm having a déjà vu,' Jisung exclaimed as he walked towards him.

He nodded towards their friends.

'Oh. Wow,' Minho mumbled.

He sighed. 'Minnie look.. I don't want it to be so awkward between us all the time.'

'Me neither. I'm sorry I behaved the way I did last weekend. Some things I said..' He hesitated. 'I was drunk, and later embarrassed.'

'It's okay. Did you mean what you said?'

Silence.

'Yeah. All of it.'

Jisung released a breath. It was a small comfort.

'I like you, Minho.'

He couldn't look at him as another silence stretched between them.

'As- as a-'

'As more than a friend.'

Minho was looking at him. He could feel his eyes piercing into his skin. Jisung forced himself to turn his head, lips pressed together, waiting for the unavoidable rejection.

He was so beautiful.

He looked vulnerable, scared even, but not angry. He didn't step back in revulsion.

In the contrary, he took a step towards him.

He leaned in slowly, eyes fixated on his mouth.

Minho's lips were parted ever so slightly as they brushed over Jisung's.

He kissed him, cupping Minho's cheek. He could feel his hands on his chest, grasping at his sweater.

The feeling inside of him was pure euphoria. It was love.

He didn't think he could ever get enough of this.

Minho broke their kiss first.

'Jisung, I.. I don't know if this is a good idea.'

Suddenly, his heart filled with dread. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea.

'What, why?'

He could hear voices in the distance. Seungmin and Hyunjin were walking away, content with what they had witnessed. Shit, he had forgotten they were there.

Minho sighed, looking down. He fidgeted with the many bracelets he always wore around his wrist. Jisung had asked about them once. They were gifts from his mother and from Chan. They reminded him of them, hence why he had them on at all times.

But now, he took them off.

'Because of this.'

He tried to make sense of what he saw. He recalled the fight between Minho and Chan, what Felix had told him about it. How Minho had been gone for a while. How Chan had been upset, but didn't say a word about it.

Shit.

Minho had tried to kill himself.

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