Maybe I just wanna be yours | Minsung

Are harder to hide than I thought

"Jisung, I want to take you somewhere" Minho said after their lectures, grabbing the boy's arm and pulling him the opposite way to his home.

"what are you doing? I have things to do" Jisung thought of all the piled up assignments he had and needing an excuse to stay away from Minho, last night was just a one time thing as he was in need of help.

"shut up and just walk" Minho said, taking him through a bush and into an old looking skateboard park.

"why are we here?" he asked.

"because I'm going to teach you how to skate" Minho stated, grabbing a skateboard from behind a shed. "this is my old skateboard from when I was a kid. I would leave it here because my mother didn't want me doing hobbies when I should be studying instead"

"that's..nice? I guess I'm willing to try..." he was still wobbly on his legs, but thought it was worth a try since he was here now.

Minho placed the board down in front of Jisung, sighing when the boy just stood there. "surely you can manage to stand on it?"

"oh uh, yeah" Jisung fumbled, carefully stepping one foot at a time onto the board, it moving a little bit under his weight.

"I'm gonna fall" Jisung stood completely still, closing his eyes and bracing for it to slip beneath his feet at any moment.

"you're not gonna fall, you're being so dramatic" Minho rolled his eyes, going over anyway and placing Jisung's hands on his shoulders.

The younger felt awkward at the contact, he enjoyed it but he didn't want to piss Minho off so kept his hands completely still and relied on his legs to keep him stable.

Minho stepped sideways, Jisung being pulled along next to him.

"WOAH woah woah, slow down-" Jisung panicked, eyes widening. The board moved left and right a little as Jisung's legs wobbled.

"calm down, you're fine" Minho tutted, placing his hands either side of Jisung's waist to support him when he started to move again.

Jisung looked down at Minho's hands, so so gentle on his thin frame and it made his heart constrict in a weird way.

"What are you looking at?" Minho asked when he felt Jisungs gaze looking deep into his soul.

"uhm drugs- I mean- fuck-" Jisung spluttered, not ready to have been caught staring at the older.

"shut up" Minho complained, picking Jisung up off the board and connecting their lips in a passionate kiss.

The older got needy with it, having craved this exact thing for years and finally getting it. He chased Jisung's lips like they were going to disappear, low noises escaping his mouth every time their lips parted.

Jisung was just as needy, if not more. He knew he liked Minho a lot, and last night proved everything to him. He kissed Minho like the world was going to end, pushing back on his lips to make sure there wasn't even an inch of space between them.

Minho got on his knees and laid Jisung down in front of him, the youngers legs still wrapped tightly around his body keeping him in place.

Minho's chest lay flush against Jisung's as if glued together. They kissed like they were each other's oxygen, and they were both high off of a certain feeling.

Minho dipped his hands below Jisung's shirt, his cold fingers meeting Jisung's red hot skin causing the boy to shudder and moan.

Minho got up finally, leaving Jisung to lay on the ground as he picked up his skateboard and went to put it back where he found it.

Jisung scrambled up, feeling a bit silly laying on the floor on his own and confused with the sudden change in Minho's demeanour.

Jisung went over and sat on a bench nearby, waiting for Minho to come back, deciding now was a good time to talk to him.

"Minho, can we talk?" Jisung asked once the older came into his line of sight once again.

"are you cold?" Minho sat beside him.

"minho-"

"I think we should go home now"

"MINHO! Will you fucking listen to me for once in your damn life? You can't keep running away from things you don't wanna face anymore. First you run away to goddamn Italy, leaving me and so many of your friends behind without a single word! Not to mention you're so confusing. One minute you'll be nice to me and the next you act as if we are mortal enemies, make your mind up because it's ripping me to shreds! I can't keep running around after you, is this some sick game to you?! Please, can we just fucking talk?" Jisung had never raised his voice like that before and he was honesty shocked for himself, but happy he was able to stick up for himself.

He felt like Minho would either yell back at him or just walk away like he does to everything, but he didn't.

"okay" was all he said.

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