The Three Worst Secrets

Catch and Release

Jisung was crawling out of the front passenger door with his pants unbuttoned and his shirt hallway onto his head. He started yelling before he even saw who it was.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?! How bad of a driver do you have to be to hit a completely parked car?!"

He clammed up as soon as they got out though, barring his arm to hold Minho back.

"Oh my God. What the hell are you two doing?"

Seungmin was quick, analyzing the elder's rosy cheeks, his kiss-reddened lips. "Us? What the hell were you two doing?"

"Making out. NOT that it's any of your business." The rapper bit with a glare.

"We were just arguing a little and I wasn't paying enough attention. Sorry Han, I can fix this." Hyunjin interjected.

"Once again. Trying to fix every problem with money. And you just so happened to hit this car? I don't buy it. Min, do you have anything these creeps might've given you? A watch, a phone, a necklace?" Jisung was turned away from them, one of his tan hands on the elder's waist, the other filtering through the water-thick hair behind his ear.

"Uh. Yeah. A phone? I don't know if it works though. I thought it might've been shut off. Seungie was paying for it." He pulled it out, pouting as he handed it over.

"Yeah that would do it. I bet these two psychopaths followed us here, tracking you with this alleged 'gift'. Why does everything you two touch, turn to absolute garbage? I'm throwing this in the ocean. Stay here Minnie." He spun, stomping away down the beach.

Hyunjin sighed "I'll see if I can stop him. You both stay here. Seriously. We'll be right back."

"Min?"

"Don't talk to me."

"Minnie."

"Seung... stop."

There was a hand on his side. How did it feel so comforting? Why did it sting like a sunburn and still warm like the inside of a bakery on a winter day?

"Don't. Don't touch me." He slapped the hand away, hating himself for missing its pressure immediately after.

"Min... sweetheart."

"No."

"Be good please."

A shiver up his spine, and he was twisting around to stare into those dark glorious eyes. He suddenly felt himself falling right back in love with him. Had he ever fallen out? It was almost physical, like a shuttering of many floor levels in his mind. He was right back to that day, moments before his father walked in, feeling wanted and cared for and so wrapped around the younger's finger.

"No." he whispered. There was something hard along his back and he slipped a hand down realizing he'd backed up against the side of Jisung's van.

Seungmin stepped closer. "Give me a minute. Just one minute of your time and let me talk to you."

There were tears burning at his lash line. He felt his eyes go bloodshot and red with them. "You can't fix it. I don't want to hear the excuses."

Another step, there wasn't space to back into anymore. "Not excuses. I have none. I just want to tell you truth."

"What truth?"

"I love you."

The tears came, too-hot over the surface of his skin and embarrassing as all hell. "How could you say that with a straight face?"

"I DO. I love you, I'm bad at this. I've always been bad with love. I can't do it. But I'd want to try. With you."

"No. No, no, no stop it. You used me. You made me feel- so stupidly amazing. Like I was on the top of a mountain. And then you dropped me from that same height. It- hurts... to see you. Hurts so much I feel like I'm dying."