addiction 》minsung

16

"So they're books?"  Minho whispered, making sure he'd wrapped his mind around the whole concept. "About me and you?" 

Pleased to see that the older had caught on so quick, Jisung nodded with a grin. "Precisely."

Currently driving home from an event, the entire group was packed into a very familiar van. With it being later in the day, most of their bandmates had fallen asleep, so the two had to keep their voices hushed in the back. 

It was time to come clean, Jisung had realized that. It they were going to be together, Minho needed to know everything.

"They can be about anything, really. Most of the ones I read were light, wholesome romances, but there's a wide array of choices." Han Jisung knew that statement was completely false, but Minho didn't have to know about that just yet.

Who was the rapper trying to fool? Minho raised an amused brow, a low chuckle escaping his mouth. "I'm sure they were."

"Do you two mind?" A quiet voiced hissed at them, an exhausted Changbin turning around in his seat. The pair could see the sleep deprivation in his eyes. "Some of us are trying to rest."

The buff man shouldn't have turned around, and he realized that when a mischievous Jisung leaned over to an intrigued Minho. 

"Changbin reads too." Jisung stated loud enough for the mentioned man to hear. He shrugged as if the information was no big deal. "Even more than I do, if that's even possible."

"Hey! You swore you wouldn't tell anyone!" Changbin was having a hard time keeping his voice at a lower volume, but luckily no one else awake seemed to care. He wasn't about to go down without a fight. "At least I'm not a smut-fiend like someone else I know."

Oh, Changbin just went there. If looks could kill, the short statured man would be writhing on the bus floor. 

"That is not what I read and you know it." Jisung spat back, wishing he could just scream this all at the other man. "You know what, Changbin? Why don't you just leave us alone and go talk to Felix? Unless you're scared?"

Minho just watched the two in pure amazement, pretty much used to the behavior by now. 

"Lower your voice." Changbin warned, glancing around the bus for any curious ears. He turned back  to Jisung, daggers for eyes. "And I am not scared." 

"Prove it." Jisung challenged, not at all worried about getting beaten up. "Go. Right now."

The only response Changbin had to that was a crude hand gesture, along with a few mumbled not-so-nice words. He turned back around in his seat, signaling the end of the conversation.

"Very mature." Jisung whispered, knowing the offended man could hear him. Turning back to Minho, the rapper couldn't help but smile. "Ignore him."

"No, you two are very entertaining." He meant it sincerely, it was always an adventure with those two. 

"Well, thank you." Jisung grinned, resting his head against the older's. "We don't try to be. I guess it's just pure talent."

Minho had no doubt about that. "That reminds me. I meant to tell you earlier, but you've got the choreography down now. It's perfect." 

"Well it better be." The rapper whispered, fingertips trailing down the older's arm until they reached his open hand. "You only had me practice about a thousand times."

Since that day in the practice room, the two had a sort of undefined thing going on. They both knew it was there and acted on it, but nothing had been stated.

It had its good points and bad, but the two were happy regardless.

For one, they got to be with each other, and they both now knew of their feelings. It was interesting to see how even though they had known each other for years, there were still so many things to learn. Because of the trepid territory, they did have to keep it a secret, even the rest of the group was unaware. That just meant they had to be extra careful, making sure no one overheard their late night talks or saw their hands intertwined. 

Still, it was exciting, almost an adventure. Although it was difficult, they found time to spend with each other right under the rest of the group's noses. No one suspected a thing apart from Felix, who Jisung could have sworn gave him the oddest look the other night at dinner when Minho was mentioned. 

Despite the excitement, Jisung still wished that they didn't have to hide things, especially from their closest friends. He wanted to be able to say or do anything with Minho without worry. It was torture to have to pretend that nothing was happening. That they were just colleagues and coworkers, and nothing more. 

With all his worries, Jisung was grateful he had someone to turn to this time, someone who understood the situation perfectly. 

"Thank you, Minho." The rapper whispered, the older's thumb grazing against his skin. 

Surprised by the sudden gratitude, Minho smiled, catching the younger's eyes. "For what?"

Shrugging, Jisung was glad that no one was there to watch them. He could be happy for this moment. "For everything."

"I really should be the one telling you that." The Lee murmured, tugging the younger closer. "But you're welcome."

The two sat in silence then, soaking up their close company as the night flew past the windows beside them. 

A thought occurring to him, Minho chuckled for a second before speaking up. "You know, you really didn't need to hide those stories from me."

Intrigued, Jisung couldn't help but be curious of the older's thought process. "Why?"

Jisung should have seen his love's answer coming from a mile away.

 Brows raised, there was not a hint of any light-hearted sweetness on Lee Minho's face. "This whole time, we could have been reenacting those wholesome romances you read so much of."