Faded cries | minsung

🥀when i cried🥀

They played for hours, screaming and laughing the whole time.

It was now a close tie between the two and they were more concentrated now then ever, paying attention to every pixel on the screen.

"No no no!" Jisung saw the word 'defeat' on his screen and dropped his head forward.

"Looks like I won" Minho pushed him slightly, Jisung whining and groaning.

"But we were so close though..."

"You still owe me one now"

"Don't even remind me of that, what is it you want?" They both looked at each other and realized how close they had gotten during the games.

"I can get anything right?"

"Yeah...what ever comes to mind"

Minho looked down at Jisung lips and felt his heart explode into a billion pieces. The younger one noticed and got into the same state, not moving at all except for his eyes on his every feature.

They were getting even closer now, they didn't even know what came over them, it just felt right.

Minho was about to close the gap between their lips even the door burst opened. They separated and looked at the doorway.

"Minho, you should of told me you brought a friend!" She smiled at him and waved, jisung getting up and bowing.

"Mom next time you can knock..."

She ignored her son that almost had a panic attack and was drawn to the boy in front of her.

"Bowing? I've never had anyone over here in America do this...what a charming young man"

"Jisung please just ignore her-"

"Jisung..? are you Korean as well?"

"Yes, we came to live here when I was very small so I don't remember much"

"Well you're in luck, I'll be making a traditional Korean meal tonight, how does that sound?"

"Sounds amazing" he smiled to her and she closed the door again, both of them looking at each other.

"Sorry about her..."

"She seems cool, I don't mind at all...so about that favour" Jisung smirked and sat down next to him again, Minho blushing slightly, trying to hide it as best as possible.

"Yeah...I don't know what I want yet, could I wait?"

"Of course"

They both smiled and Minho pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and put it to his lips.

"Do you mind?"

"No, go ahead"

Minho pulled out a lighter and gladly lit it up, taking a big puff from it and exhaling while lifting his head up so he wouldn't blow it in Jisung's face. He closed his eyes shut and felt this burning and satisfying sensation in his lungs. He knew how bad it was for his health, but it was the only thing getting him through the days.

"Do you want some?" He offered, Jisung looking at the rolled up paper in between his fingers.

"I'm not forcing you by the way, couldn't care less" he said quickly.

"One time won't hurt" Jisung shrugged and took it, analyzing it.

"How does it work?"

"You put your lips to the end of it and breath in through your mouth, try to keep it on your cheeks and not into your throat"