Hidden Love | Minsung

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~ Third Pov.

Jisung dumped his backpack in front of his bed before dropping into it.

Exhausted, he closed his eyes for a moment and then turned to the wall, a pillow pressed tightly against him.

Immediately he remembered again this morning where Minho had kissed him. The pleasant tingling on his lips that appeared every time he remembered the kiss drove Jisung crazy.

Carefully, he stroked his fingertips over the tingling area of his lips and felt a tear slowly leave his eye.

He didn't even know why he was sad right now. He should be happy because this morning was the proof of love he had dreamed of for so long, yet he was afraid.

Jisung was afraid that it was just a phase for Minho and even if that wasn't the case, Jisung always had to live with the certainty that it would all be over someday.

What happens when they break up? Will they continue to be friends? Will they hate each other? Will they ever look each other in the eye again?

These were the thoughts that convinced Jisung to forget about Minho. Besides, Minho still had Jihyo, so he didn't need him.

By now, Jisung was just a crying wreck, clinging to his pillow with sobs and simply crying out the pain in his chest.

But when he heard a knock at the door and his mother's worried voice, panic seized him.

Immediately he picked himself up, brushed the still running tears from his face with his sleeves and tried with all his might to pull himself together.
"Sungie? Are you all right?" Jisung's mother sounded worried, as she hadn't seen her son all day since he had holed himself up in his room right when he got home from school.

"I'll come in, okay?" and with that sentence, the door to Jisung's room slowly opened.

When she entered, she saw a sitting Jisung right on the bed, still trying to wipe the tears from his face, but there were so many that he couldn't cover them all.

Immediately his mother's face softened and her heart broke into a thousand pieces as she saw her son sitting on the bed crying.

With open arms, she walked towards the bed, sat down next to the brown-haired one and put her arms around her crying charge.
"Sssh, Jisung, what's wrong?" Soothingly, she stroked her son's back, pressed a reassuring kiss to his temple and then stroked his disheveled hair.

Jisung just clung to his mother crying and he didn't care at the moment that he looked like a crybaby.

The lump that had formed in his throat for so long slowly dissolved, becoming more viable with each tear.

Jisung's sobs became quieter and quieter until only silent tears ran down his cheeks, his body slowly relaxing.
"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" With a soft smile on her face, his mother moved away from him, brushed the last tears from his cheeks and then looked into her son's red and swollen eyes.

The brown-haired boy sniffled once briefly until he turned cross-legged to his mother, his hands placed in his lap where he played with his fingers, lost in thought.
"Have you ever loved someone so much that it almost killed you?" whispered Jisung, not looking at his mother as he said the words.

Ms. Han was a little surprised when her son asked her that, until a smile settled on her lips again.
"Oh Sungie..." she gently stroked his hair, "Love can hurt, but please remember that's not all love has to offer. Love can be such a beautiful thing especially when you share it with someone."

"And what if that's exactly the problem?" echoed Jisung, lifting his head to look his mother in the eye.

"What do you mean Ji?" she tilted her head, hadn't stopped stroking Jisung's back reassuringly.