𝗰𝘂𝘁! minsung

35: trust in me

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LEE MINHO.

Jisung doesn't stop kissing me, even after Jinki's faint "CUT!" rings out from behind the cameras.

In truth, I wouldn't really mind if we never stopped.

Eventually as all the lights slowly start to come back on, a bunch of cheers and suggestive whistles erupt from all around us as our fellow cast members become aware of the fact that we haven't quite finished with our romantic little end scene.

"Get a room!" Somebody yells light-heartedly, causing Jisung to sigh into my lips exasperatedly before finally pulling away, leaving me in a daze.

He smiles softly at me, taking my hand and leading us away.

"Where do you think you're going?" Felix's voice rings out across the set and I watch in amusement as Jisung sports an unusually confident smirk.

"Getting a room? Wasn't that the suggestion?" He responds slyly, multiple wolf whistles erupting from the rest of the cast whose eyes remain on us.

And before I can even protest, we're running hand in hand towards the empty classrooms; the boy who grasps my hand in his grinning widely at the school entrance ahead of him.

I find myself grinning back just as giddily, liking the more playful side of my co-star.

Jisung pulls me into a classroom and I decide that I've had enough of being dragged. I twist him around to face me before backing him up against the wall.

He blushes immensely, staring up at me as I tower slightly over him.

I take the opportunity to lean in, and once again I'm losing myself in the essence of Han Jisung and his intoxicating lips.

Unfortunately, as humans do - we end up running out of oxygen after a while.

I stare into Jisung's eyes and although he seems contented it feels as if there's an indescribable type of sadness to his expression. He stares back at me, almost as if I'm going to disappear.

"Minho..." He starts suddenly, and I make sure that it's clear to him that he has my entire attention; though my focus has been on him and only him all day.

"What are we going to do?" He asks in a rather innocent manner.

Yet the question confuses me.

"About what?" I inquire calmly, watching with slight concern as his teeth find their way to his bottom lip and begin to nibble nervously.

"About...this. About the fact that once the promotions and the interviews end, we'll probably never see each other again. Won't we have to say goodbye?"

"No." I respond firmly and my hands find their way to his shoulders. "Because I'm not ready to let you go, and quite frankly I simply will not let you out of my sight. Are we clear?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

He laughs shyly for a second, his cheeks turning the rosy color that I adore.

"Clear as mud." He jokes back after a couple seconds, which inspires me to act on pure intuition.

I'm terrified for the words that are about to leave my mouth, but it's now or never.

"Han Jisung," I start.

"Lee Minho," He responds.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" I ask, my heart sitting in my throat as I observe his face carefully.

He sports a strange look for a fraction of a second, almost as if he's trying to hold back a sneeze and I wonder if he ever mentally freaks out over me in the same way that I do over him.

Nah, surely he wouldn't.

"Yes." He breathes out, and I finally allow myself to relax, breaking into a tired grin as he pulls me into a hug.

As I melt into his touch, it feels as if we've finally found the missing puzzle piece to the unspoken jigsaw that kept us from fully letting each other in.

"Minho?" Jisung asks again, and I hum in response. "To tell you the truth right now, I'm absolutely fucking terrified. There are so many things that could go wrong and I don't want to hurt you, and your dad's career could be jeopardized- hell, your career could be jeopar-"

I cut him off with a soft peck to his lips.

"Do you trust me?" I ask.

"Of course I do." He responds, without a shadow of doubt and I feel as if I could burst from happiness.

"Then trust me when I say that whatever happens, I will protect you. I won't let anyone ruin anything. We'll be fine."

He seems to relax at my attempts to soothe him and I breathe out a sigh of relief. I'm glad we can finally share our concerns with each other in confidence.

Maybe one day I'll tell him about my mother.

A light brush of fingertips across my cheekbone brings me back down to earth, and I focus on the shimmering eyes that stare at me intensely.

"Are you okay?" He asks, concern etched into his face at my momentary silence.

"Indeed I am, boyfriend."

"Minho I swear to fucking god, if you make cheesy jokes like that from now on, I will actually disown you." He shoots back light-heartedly and I can't help but grin stupidly in reply.

As long as we have trust, we'll be fine.

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hi guys! you've probably noticed that this chapter looks a little different layout-wise!

that's because i'm currently going through the process of editing my books, either to improve some wording choices or to add a little sparkle!

i've decided i'm going to be mature (yuck!) and have caved into properly punctuating my books again :(

as much as i love the aesthetic look of writing in all lowercase, i really should be using proper punctuating because otherwise it looks like i don't understand how to punctuate or use proper grammar etc askldsjhdl

you also may have noticed that i finally am becoming comfortable with my birthname after hating it for a very long time, so i'll be signing off with that now (or like, a shorter version of it) instead...

i'm slowly working my way up to some small form of self love - even if it's an incredibly lonely and hard process

anyways eventually this entire book will be properly updated to my new and improved formatting >:)

for now i've got to get through all of my others before then! hahah