𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 64

When Minho was told that he had to drive some random boy home he was kind of annoyed, but not entirely.

Maybe this was an opportunity to make a new friend? Possibly get his mind off of the fact that he was literally running away from Jisung.

He hoped that just as Minho didn't actually notice Jisung until Chris pointed him out, Jisung as well had not noticed or he would be in deep shit.

He couldn't bare to face him at school if he had seen..

Minho knew he acted like a pussy sometimes, but he couldn't do much about it. He was scared, anxious and paranoid about everything now.

He regretted so much but it wasn't like he could just take it all back could he? It was so much more complicated then that.

Minho had put the journal he was planning on maybe giving to Jisung in the glove box of his car, thinking that maybe one day he could gather up the courage to actually give it to him.

He was just scared.

He had confessed all of his feelings in there, three pages worth of his feelings in fact, it was going to take a lot of courage to genuinely do it..

Minho sighed, reaching the parking garage, he was told that the boy would already be waiting by his car by the time he got down there.

When he spotted him he was in the distance and his back was faced in the other direction, seemingly looking down at his phone.

As Minho got closer he called out to the boy, "Hey-"

The boy turned around and they both froze.

No.

Minho shook his head, refusing to believe that it was actually Jisung, it couldn't be..

"M-Minho?" He asked, his voice shaking in fear.

Minho took a step closer. It was definitely Jisung, "You're the person I'm supposed to drive home?" He asked already dreading it.

He nodded, "I'm just gonna take the bus—" He started walking away already, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Minho sucked in a sharp breath taking a few fast and large steps, successfully grabbing onto Jisungs arm before he could get too far.

He spun around, confused and scared.

"You're.. you're sick. You'll get other people sick as well.. I should.. I should uhmm.. I should drive you.." he made up an excuse.

He didn't know why he wanted to drive the boy so bad. Why was he feeling like this? Why did the butterflies go so wild when he touched him?

Jisung bit his bottom lip, scared to say no, "Okay.." he whispered, letting Minho guide his body to the car, opening the door for him.

He knew the car had looked familiar when he saw it, he just didn't know from where.

As Minho got in and buckled up, he started actually feeling sick to his stomach, his nerves acting up again.

. . .

The ride was long and painful. Longer than either of them really wanted it to be, but it's not like Jisung could jump out of the car or something.

Though he was tempted to..

Minho looked good. Like really good. His suit hugged his body perfectly and his hair swept up and out of his face so nicely.

He found himself thinking about what it would be like to kiss his perfect lips just one more time.. before everything went back to the way it was in school..

He also took the time to think about how his father was the boss, no, CEO of his own father.. if Minho wanted he could probably get his father fired.

Jisung couldn't help but chew on the inside of his lip as the car rolled to a stop, Minho already knowing Jisung's address from heart by how many times he's dropped him off already.

"Uh.. thank you for the ride." Jisung muttered as he opened the door. As he closed it shut he noticed Minho also opening his door.

He turned to see what he was doing and he jogged around the car to stand in front of Jisung. He wondered what he could possibly have done this time. Was Minho mad? It didn't look like it.

It was probably -18°c (0.5°F) as it was December 18th and there was about five or six inches of snow littering the ground everywhere. Minho shivered as he hadn't bothered to put his dress jacket on..

It was also around 7:10 at night, and the sun had gone down far enough that the streetlights turned on, the light from one reflecting perfectly onto the youngers face.

The two stared at eachother, Jisung still confused as to what was happening. In Minho's hand he clenched a square package wrapped in brown paper and a string bow.

"Jisung.." Minho started, his breath coming out frosty in the cold winter air, "I wanted to give you this. Think of it as an early Christmas gift.." he said cautiously.

"Huh?" Jisung asked, "Y-youre giving me a.. gift?" He said quietly, eyeing the package now being held out in front of him.

Minho nodded, feeling awkward about it now, more than he previously was, "I would say more... but the present should say all you need to know.." he looked up and made a heavy eye contact with the other.

"O-Oh?" He asked.

Minhos eyes traveled down to Jisungs lips. He knew he shouldn't, he knew he would regret it.. he knew he wasn't allowed..

But he did.

He pulled the boy in close, his bare hand caressing his cheek, knuckles pink from the cold. They were only centimeters apart, looking closely at one another.

Minho bit his lip before sealing the deal. He pressed their lips together, the kiss being full of just as much emotion as there was in the library that day..

He hoped that Jisung wouldn't be mad.

It was soft and slow, both of their cheeks burned by the winter air. There was no tongue, but you could still feel the emence connection between the two boys.

Jisung wondered if the neighbors could see, he didn't care that much though. He wasn't really even sure what was going on, he just went with it.

He loved the warmth from Minho's body, admiring him cautiously.

They pulled away, their faces still close, "You know you shouldn't have done that.." Jisung whispered.

Minho nodded, "I know." He set the present in Jisungs hands, getting back in his car.

Jisung watched as the vehicle drove away, leaving him breathless.