you're my best friend : minsung ✓

twenty-two

This was it. They reached their goal. They did it. The summer sun shined down on them, congratulating them in a way. It was the first day of the year where the weather was consistent and warm.

Minho sat on a hill, watching over the crowd of graduating students. Peaks of colors, most likely gifted flowers, appeared between the mass of black robes. The warm breeze brushed through his hair. His certificate lay next to him in the grass.

His family didn't show up. They were in Japan waiting for him to come back.

He moved to lay in the soft green. The blades of grass tickled his face. Minho was ready to leave all this behind. Part of himself would stay here, for sure.

No, he was lying to himself. This was hell, he wasn't ready. He needed...

Minho shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

He needed Jisung.

Stupid adulthood. He wanted to stay high on happiness, drunk on the little touches that were nothing but friendliness. He wanted to be showered, over and over again, by the realization that Jisung didn't love him back.

He pushed a lot back, but he couldn't forget about the night he got a taste of heaven. That one night when he had Jisung in his arms when his hands had touched gold. The temptation was high, but not giving in hurts. It hurts so good.

He heard someone approaching and sitting down beside him. "Hi."

"Hi Ji." Minho opened his eyes a bit and hissed as the sun burned them. He sat back up.

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "Nothing."

Jisung shuffled closer to him so that their arms touched. "You shouldn't sit here and ponder about what comes after this." He looked forward. "It's okay the way it is, everything will work out."

Minho smiled. Jisung sounded so mature –grown up in a way.

"And you still have me if anything goes wrong no?" Jisung faced him. His gummy smile stayed the same. His crooked front teeth looked so damn cute to Minho.

He nodded. "Of course." He nudged him so that Jisung fell to the side. His laughter rang in his ears. Angelic. Jisung stayed lying there and looked at Minho behind the hand shielding him from the light.

"No but seriously. We're best friends, it doesn't matter if... " he stopped and looked somewhere else for a second. "It doesn't matter if we become famous or something. I'm here. You're here. Under the same sky."

Minho rolled his eyes playfully. "Don't hit me with the at least we're under the same sky shit."

Jisung giggled.

"But thank you, Ji, really." Minho copied him and sank back into the grass. They stayed like that for a while, lying on the hill, listing to the chatters from the celebration.

"I feel like crying," Jisung said out of the blue.

"Same..." Minho chocked out.

Jisungs hand grasped his. "Minho I love you. Don't tell Changbin that, but I do."

A tear rolled down Minho's cheek. "I'll love you too, forever. I promise Jisung."

There. He said it.

Nobody will ever know the true intentions behind his words.

"Fuck." Jisung sniffled, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand.

Tears began to roll down uncontrolled. But Minho stayed silent. He smiled, bright. He wouldn't get the credit for it but he said it.