Hidden Love | Minsung

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A/N: for more drama listen to Beautiful Mess - Kristian Kostov 👀🤌🏻

~ Third Pov.

Jisung's heart seemed to stop for a moment when he saw the bottle - he himself had turned - pointing at him.

Everyone else in the group also looked wide-eyed at the bottle below. No one said a word.

Only Felix couldn't help but grin, as his plan had just worked out to finally bring Minho and Jisung together. It was a mean Plan but it was the only option.

"Um, so I-I chose the dare, so I can't do it." the brown-haired boy tried to talk his way out of it, but Felix didn't give him a chance.

"Ooooh no. Dare is dare and the bottle is clearly pointing at you." the blond haired guy pointed at the empty bottle that was still pointed at Jisung.

For the first time the brown haired one looked up and looked into minho's eyes that reflected the same shock in them. Jisung bit his lip, nervously playing with his fingers in his lap.

"Now then..." Chan clapped his hands, bringing everyone back from their trance.
"Your two..." the oldest pointed between Jisung and Minho.
„in the closet." he finished his sentence, pointing to a door that led to his dressing room, since he hadn't a closet.
"It's not a closet but it should do." shrugged Chan and then looked alternately at Minho and Jisung who sat transfixed in their seats.

Jisungs Heart was pounding in his chest and he thought that I would burst in any moment. He couldn't think straight.

Was that real?

But after a short silence, Minho was the first to slowly rise from his seat, looking at Jisung and waiting for him to do the same.

Slowly Jisung looked up at the older one and his legs began to tremble. He was afraid that if he stood up now, his legs would give up.

"Now come on Ji." Felix helped his friend by taking him by the arm and pulling him out of the sofa.

The black haired one walked towards the dressing room while the younger one slowly followed him, glaring on last time at his freckles friend, who was just grinning at himself.

The brown-haired one mouthed the words „I hate you" before entering the dressing room, Felix just giggled.

Both entered the dressing room and each sat down at the other corner of the small room, not making any eye contact.

"And you're not coming out of there until you finally talk to each other!" yelled Felix after the two and Jisung inwardly rolled his eyes.

He should have known that this was all Felix's plan from the beginning and if he could, he would turn back time.

Jisung's gaze went from the door to Minho, who was leaning against the wall in front of him while the brown-haired boy sat on the floor, playing with his sleeves.

There was an awkward silence and no one really knew what to say. Now they had the chance to talk to each other but no one could get a word out.

They were both afraid to say something wrong.

"Ji I-" Minho gathered himself and was about to take a step towards his friend, but he backed away directly.
"Stay where you are." he warned the black-haired man, pulling his knees close to his chest, wanting to put as much distance as possible between himself and Minho.