♡ HEART RACE 🏎 • MINSUNG

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Minho sighed as he fixed up the last touches on Hyunjin's car. Jisung and him were going to race in a few days. Minho was getting worried. Not about racing Jisung or how the result of the youngers race with Hyunjin would go, but instead how he was going to deal with these annoying emotions inside of him. Love was more complicated than he'd like to admit. Jisung was ready for it all, but that was only because he was blinded by his excitement. Minho was excited too. He wanted to hold him and enjoy the time they spent together to the fullest without holding back. He couldn't no matter how much he wanted. With a relationship came so many obstacles.

First, Jisung didn't live in Japan. He lived in South Korea. How much longer until he had to go back? Second, Minho was scared to hurt Jisung. He could be cold and stupid sometimes. He didn't want to make him cry. He didn't want to be that person. He'd make him cry either way now, but which option was better? Letting him cry for a bit until he found someone better, or make him cry by being together. He didn't want to be the one to make him cry, because then he'd be his own worst enemy.

Third, he was scared. Scared to lose Jisung. He was a street racer. He was in a dangerous part of the world. One Minho didn't love as much as he once did. If he lost Jisung to racing like his dad, he didn't know what would happen. Love was complicated. They hadn't known each other long but the thought of living without him hurt a lot too.

Minho pushed himself out from underneath the white car. He stared up at the ceiling, arms falling onto the floor. It was an uncomfortable way to lay thanks to the roller beneath him. He ignored it. Jisung was taking up his mind too much to care about his future soreness.

Was he really ready to just jump into something like this? He was comfortable around him. There were butterflies, but he wasn't awkward. He felt at home. More at home with Jisung then with his actual family.

You love him, don't you?

I think so.

He'd said that. Why had he said that? His eyes closed, tears welling up. These feelings were so damn complicated. He just wanted to make Jisung happy and give him what he wanted but he couldn't stop holding back. He wanted to be that man that could give him everything but how could he do that when he couldn't get over the past? It was so frustrating. Annoying. His hands moved up to his hair, tugging at the strands.

"Dad, tell me what I'm supposed to do. I don't want to hurt him like you hurt us."

A knock on the door startled him. Minho shot up, eyes snapping open in a panic. It was Hyunjin. Minho sighed, falling back down instantly. "Talking to yourself again?" he asked. The ex-driver hummed out in agreement. "It's about Jisung, isn't it?" The boy took a seat beside his friend.

"Yeah." Hyunjin shuffled awkwardly, Minho raising a brow at him. "What? You came to tell me something, right?" The other nodded. "Spill."

Hyunjin's eyes moved around the room. He seemed tense. "I'm going to seem like an asshole. A huge jerk. A selfish, good for nothing, friend."

Minho didn't like the way he was talking. It wasn't the usual Hyunjin. Whatever he was going to say was serious. "You'll never be good for nothing. Selfish, maybe, but you're important to a lot of people, Jinnie."

Hyunjin met his eyes. "You're going to hate me, Minho. You'll really hate me."

"I could never hate you."