Livin' With The Stray Kids

Chapter 25 (Part I)

"I dare you to spend 30 minutes with Minho in the closet."

And that's how Jisung and Minho had ended up in the closet. He kind of appreciated Ji Yung's plan though. The atmosphere was obviously a bit humid in there and also it was clean, they had to snuggle up together to fit in.

The silence was comforting. And then Minho's hand accidentally brushed against Jisung. And he almost jumped. He was burning red because of that small touch.

"Jisungie?" Minho called out quietly.

"Y-Yea?" He asked.

"It's dark." He hummed quietly. "You know....."

Han obviously knew that he was scared of the dark. He knew what Minho was trying to say. He pulled him closer, in his embrace. Minho didn't hug him and neither did Han. But both of their arms were even closer and Han secretly wished that Minho would close the distance between them.

And then, it all happened so suddenly that Minho leaned in closer to him, and even though it was dark, Han could feel the older shuffling but what he didn't expect was for him to come this close that they could feel each others breathing on their face.

"Hy-ung." Han whispered and his breath hitched in his throat.

Minho didn't say anything, he rested his hand on the younger's face before leaning in and planting a kiss on the corner of his lips.

Minho himself was shocked at his action. He just did something he shouldn't have done. He felt Han tugging on his t-shirt and pulling him closer and their lips met, Minho closed his eyes, melting into it. He felt like magic. As if something empty had been filled. Jisung smelled like honey but there was a musky scent to it. Minho without realising now had his hands in his hair.

Jisung couldn't imagine this was happening. He thought it was some kind of a dream but this felt better that his dreams. Definitely. He feels dizzy. But it was felt so good.

They both pulled away from each other and stared at each other and Minho opened the door the closet getting out. He held Jisung rashly before dragging him out of there.

"Hyu-ng I- I-" he trailed off.

"Jisung-ah." Minho said, his voice stern and his face wore a cold expression. "Whatever happened between us, It was a mistake. Got it? It was in the heat of the moment and nothing else because I'm straight." He said.

Jisung looked at him, too shocked to process anything. Mistake?

"It doesn't mean anything so please forget about it. I'm going out to get some fresh air." Minho got up and left the room.

Jisung was hurt. Not just hurt but heartbroken. He had kissed him and now Minho wanted him to forget all about it? Pretend like it didn't happen? Jisung knew one thing for sure that now, things will never be the same.

And now, he hates Minho more than anything.

And the tears fall on the carpet beneath him and he gasps for air. Jisung-ah, it's time to move on. You cannot chase after him forever.