Art Gallery ~ minsung

23rd March

Jisung's POV

Guess what? It had been whole days, but my mind kept going back to the same moments. I wished I was close to Minho enough to invite him here just to hang out and give me some of his company. 

He was everywhere. He appeared in my brain at least five times per hour, and I saw him standing in a corner in my dreams. He was just there, speechless, motionless, but his presence was enough to calm down my nerves. I looked him in the eyes, his big eyes with those long eyelashes and cutely fat eyebags, I trailed down his cheeks and stared at his full lips, then gazed back in his eyes and was content. I felt satisfied, even if I was dreaming, and my heart jumped in happiness and started running in my sleep.

Sometimes I wished he would hold me again like he did under the heavy rain. Yes, my nose had been runny for days now, but the rush of adrenaline I felt in the moment he guided my head against his cheek and shifted closer couldn't be compared to anything else. 

When my ex-boyfriend did that for the first time, it was completely different. We were a couple, our feelings were all over the place, the rain was not as much. He didn't hold me closer out of necessity, but only because it felt like two drops from the sky could be a perfect excuse to show some public display of affection. His hand clenched my side and his fingers pushed into my skin. We were all giggly and lovey-dovey, we were so in love we couldn't even notice the disgusted glares thrown at us as we placed a chast kiss on each other's lips. 

Still, when Minho gently guided my head, it felt better. I was sure it was not only because I clearly had early feelings for him. I felt a tenderness I had never felt before being thrown over my heart, drowning it. We weren't a couple, it was surely a move made out of necessity, his hand didn't grab my side, nor my waist. But it felt better. His fingers didn't push into my surface, it was his palm that guided me, kindly, my own instinct leaned into him without being forced. Somehow, when the same thing happened when I was fully in love, I slightly felt forced. 

I've never liked kissing in public, mostly because I'm gay and I know that more than half of the people living in this country may hate me just because of it. I've always preferred secret glances, hidden touches that tell a lot. Sometimes a kiss counts nothing in front of the immensity of a gaze filled with pure love. 

I had no idea how, but one night, while insomnia striked again, I found Minho's instagram account. Since then, I had been wondering if I should have requested him a follow or just act like I absolutely wasn't trying to stalk him - in a healthy way, of course.

He was just breathtaking. I remembered perfectly the way he would take the mug to his mouth, his full lips were just something different. I stared at the painting of the shade of my ex's lips and noticed how pale they were compared to his. I felt horrible for having been head over heels for such a sick-like shade of lips for years. He indeed was sick, for leaving me without a real reason. I still have no idea how much I may have hurt him with my clingy ways. I'm sure that was the reason, I'm sure he hated me for wanting to be close every single second he was at my place and wanting to act pretty distant whenever unknown eyes were on us. I feared being hurt by a stranger to the core, he just never understood that and never will. 

Well, now, I didn't have to care anymore. I felt my stomach giggling every time Minho appeared in my thoughts. I dreamt of pecking those full lips, caressing his cheek and leaving two fast kisses on each one of his closed eyes, which hid that wonderful dark brown I'll never be able to forget, not even if they canceled my memory. 

Oh God, I was so stupidly in love once again.

Minho's POV

Waiting for Bang Chan to come in - he said he had to talk to me about some random stuff - I sat at my desk, staring at the chair in front of me. Some kind of sadness got into me these later days, I couldn't explain if it was because once again I found it difficult to give my whole attention to Yoonmi or because I was missing some particular guy's laugh and smile.