Gone With You || Minsung FF

Extra Snippets

This is a set of short scenes, most of which happened during the original story that I wanted to release. Hope you enjoy!

At the Choi’s party:

“So who of those people there was the Han Jisung you told me about?”
Minho and Changbin had decided to take some distance from the party, sitting on a garden swing at the very back of the garden.
“The one in the blue shirt? Black hair, sat next to Choi Soyeon.”
“Oh, him.” Minho didn’t look very impressed.
“So?”
“He looks like some typical conservative good boy that will do everything his parents ask him to do. You said I would immediately be interested in him. I’m starting to think you actually don’t know me at all.”
“Oh, c’mon, Minho, I know he’s your type.”
“I didn’t say he doesn’t look good”, Minho admitted. “But that doesn’t make him interesting.”
“He’s not all he seems – and also claims – to be. He’s a lot less like your typical conservative good guy than you would imagine.”
Minho raised his brows. “What does that mean?”
“Look, his parents are really strict and controlling, so no one knows about this. But he’s actually had a lot of … things with different kinds of people.”
“I’ll need you to specify that.”
“I mean, he had a few affairs. He usually doesn’t tell me, like we’re not that close, but I met him by accident in a strip club in Rome before and turns out he was having something with the most popular male stripper in there. So don’t think of him as innocent.”
“Oh, I see…” Minho grinned.
“But never mention it in front of him, he is super embarrassed about this and he would never admit that it happened anyways.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t mention it.”
When Changbin saw Minho’s smirk, he knew that he had fucked up for good. Of course Minho wouldn’t miss a chance to point out how hypocritical conservative people were. He could only hope that Minho wouldn’t tell Jisung it was him who spilled his secrets.

In New York:

TW: Cheating, Alcohol
(Though if you’ve read this far you should already know that)

“Let’s get another drink”, Jisung suggested, already pulling Minho away from the dance floor towards the bar.
Minho knew he should stop him. Jisung was already tipsy, he’d had several drinks tonight already. He was swaying dangerously as he walked.
It was long after midnight, and they had been dancing for hours, just like every night since Minho met Jisung here in New York. And every night he felt more attracted to the boy, but he didn’t know how to stop himself.
Not that he ever did anything. They just danced, or talked, and they treated each other like friends. After all the hostility Jisung had shown him originally, Minho had to admit that it filled him with joy that the other now got along with him so well. He was a great conversation partner, funny and empathetic. He made it so easy to open up. Minho hadn’t expected the boy to be like that.
But while he never made a move on Jisung, he had to admit that his imagination got wilder and wilder the more time he spent with him. He wished he could touch him, more than just for the sake of loosely dancing with each other. As a matter of fact, his eyes were currently way too focused on the small bit of skin that was revealed as the younger’s yellow dress shirt slipped up while he was walking.
Even more than that, and that was even harder to admit, he wished that the bright smile Jisung gave him whenever he made a joke meant more than just a friendly laugh. Something deep inside his mind always went wild when Jisung’s lips curled up, revealing his white teeth, and his eyes turned into little crescents. And that part of his brain very much tried to convince him that the younger wasn’t just smiling because he found the joke funny, but because he liked Minho more than he claimed to do.
Minho was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice they had arrived at the bar already until Jisung pushed a shot glass in his hand. Or maybe also because he’d had just as much to drink as Jisung, which was why he probably shouldn’t accept this drink.
He luckily didn’t get drunk as easily as Jisung clearly did. But he did notice that he was slowly losing control over his actions, and he knew that wasn’t a good idea right now.
But the glass was already in his hand, and so he gulped down the cold liquid, feeling it burn in his throat.
“Let’s go back to dancing”, Jisung said as soon as he set his glass on the counter, and pulled him back to the dance floor. Minho couldn’t do anything but follow along.
When Jisung stopped somewhere in the crowd and turned around to him, grabbing his hands and giving him that 1000 watt smile that made Minho’s heart beat faster, he forgot about all his worries. They started dancing again, moving along to the rhythm of the EDM music while holding hands.
Minho noticed how Jisung’s movements got more and more sloppy, he kept tripping over his own feet and Minho had to catch him, even though he himself wasn’t very stable anymore. It made Minho worry that the younger was so drunk that he would soon throw up if he kept moving like that, but he was still laughing and giggling, so he seemed to be fine.
Over time, Jisung kept coming closer and closer to Minho, mostly just because he couldn’t really hold himself up anymore. He was clinging onto the older’s shoulders just to keep himself steady. He was absolutely wasted and his mouth emitted a strong alcohol smell. Minho shouldn’t feel as attracted to him as he did right now. He would just blame it on the liquor in his blood.
Only when Jisung tripped one more time, this time so hard that he almost pushed Minho to the ground before the older could steady himself, did he realize they weren’t even dancing anymore.
Jisung now had his arms wrapped tightly around his neck to hold himself up, and he was still smiling up at him as if he hadn’t just lost all his sense of balance. His sparkling eyes caught Minho’s, and Minho couldn’t let them go. He was so fixated on them that he didn’t realize Jisung’s face was coming closer until the other’s lips were already on his.
And from that moment on he couldn’t think straight anymore. All he could feel was Jisung’s soft lips moving hungrily against his, all he could think was that this felt as good as nothing had ever felt before.
Jisung was eager, he could feel that. The younger was kissing him as if something had stopped him from doing so for such a long time that he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
But Minho wasn’t much different. He was kissing back with a passion he himself didn’t even know he had. He had imagined kissing Jisung more often than he would like to admit – probably even more often than he actually remembered – but nothing could have prepared him for this feeling.
If he didn’t feel too ridiculous for saying that, he would have said there were butterflies in his stomach. Well, there definitely was something, though, and it was moving around, making him feel both sick in a surprisingly good way and more lightheaded than the alcohol did.
His fingers were digging into Jisung’s hips, so deep that he was sure he was gonna leave marks on the younger’s skin. When he heard Jisung moan lightly through the strong sound of the bass, he couldn’t help but pull him even closer and part his lips, his tongue licking into the younger’s mouth.
A voice very far at the back of his head was shouting, shouting that he shouldn’t do this, that this was wrong, but he could barely hear it. And he didn’t understand what would be wrong about this anyways. This felt so right, there couldn’t be anything wrong with it.

Minho woke up the next morning from the rays of sun piercing through the curtains he hadn’t closed well last night. He squinted his eyes and touched his head. It was pounding.
God, he’d had way too much alcohol last night. He barely even remembered getting home, there was only a blurry recollection of him taking a half-conscious Jisung to his hotel. He thought the other might have thrown up into the drain on the side of the street while he was trying to hold him up so he didn’t get vomit all over himself. Then he somehow had found his way back to his own apartment and Ruby had escorted him to his bed, scolding him for drinking too much.
There was something else that was bothering him, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It had something to do with Jisung. Jisung…
“Shit, shit, shit!”
Minho sobered up within seconds as he sat up, hitting the blanket in frustration. This hadn’t really happened. Everything, but not this.
He’d tried so hard to keep a distance from Jisung because he knew what this would end in. Why did he have to get drunk? He could have slapped himself.
The message tone of his phone sent a searing pain through his head. A fear crept up his body. He knew who this was.
He didn’t wanna look, but he still grabbed his phone to check the message Jisung had sent him.

- God, does your head hurt as much as mine? I don’t know if I can go visit my aunt like this today.

Minho swallowed nervously. Jisung was typing.

- Btw, did something special happen yesterday? I literally remember nothing that happened after the second drink I had.

Thank God. At least Jisung didn’t remember the kiss. He could only hope that it would stay that way and he wouldn’t find his memory again later.
He didn’t know how to reply to Jisung, so he decided to keep it for later. Instead, he texted Changbin.

- Fuck, Changbin
- I fucked up so bad
- You don’t happen to know someone who can get me a new identity and get me out of this country asap?
- And then maybe hire someone to push me down the Niagara Falls so I can finally end this suffering?

- Good morning to you, too, Minho
- Did you lose a dealership or what other horrible thing happened?

- I kissed Jisung

- You what??
- Please tell me you’re joking
- Minho
- So you’re not joking

- No

- Wtf Minho

- I know, okay!?
- It’s not like I did it on purpose
- We were both drunk
- If I could turn back time and stop myself from doing this I would

- You idiot, why would you get drunk when you know you are attracted to him

- No one ever said that I’m attracted to him

- Minho, I know you
- Either way, it doesn’t matter what I think, you should know yourself well enough to not get yourself in such a situation
- Jisung is literally married, he could get in trouble for this

- I know, Changbin, I KNOW
- What can I do about it now that it has happened?
- All your friendly advice is not helping

- Ok, I’m sorry, Minho
- I’m just worried about how this is gonna turn out for you
- And Jisung
- You need to talk to him about this

- He doesn’t remember
- He said he doesn’t remember anything from last night

- Well, maybe that’s for the better
- Let’s hope it stays this way then
- Stay away from him for a while before this has died down

- I can’t. I promised to take him on a trip to the Statue of Liberty tomorrow
- I know he’ll be sad about going back home in two days, I can’t disappoint him like this

- Then be careful
- No alcohol

- I will be