Art Gallery ~ minsung

29th March

Minho's POV

I was about to meet Jisung again, at my office. I really, really didn't want to see him. 

My head had been a mess lately. He was all over the place and I couldn't understand how he got there so easily, so fast. The thought that what I felt for him could be a little bit more than platonic ruined my steadiness. I was totally into having two best friends but I couldn't stand the thought of having two significant others.

That morning, I had a little fight with Yoonmi about it. For now, that was the only argument that made us a bit angry at each other, so I saw no real problem in it. 

Yoonmi had so much love. That's why she felt trapped being in a romantic relationship with only one person. She wants another one, but I really, really don't want to share her. 

Though now, I was in the same position. I liked two people at the same time- well, no, I didn't like Yoonmi. I loved her. The way I felt for Jisung was nothing in front of love. 

In any case, Jisung was coming and I couldn't stay still. I paced around the room, looking for a distraction, I read random sheets and crumpled them up if they were useless, throwing them in the little trash bin right next to my desk. I took deep breaths, convincing myself that nothing bad would happen, that I didn't need self-control since I felt absolutely nothing towards Jisung.

Still, I had never felt this nervous to see a person before, not even Yoonmi. It was a different type of nervousness. 

Someone knocked on the door after twenty minutes of agony. "Yes?"

Jeongin's face popped up. "He's here- whoa, are you ok?"

I tried to smile, probably resulting in a not very convinced grin. "Yes, I am, don't worry."

Reassuring myself, I walked towards him and exited the door behind him.

There he stood. I blocked. He was as beautiful as ever, the elevator doors closing behind him as if he just got out of a scene in Hollywood. 

Oh, how my whole world went upside down as soon as we locked eyes!

Jisung's POV

I was about to die. I had no other contact with Minho after he abruptly left my living room on that incredibly rainy afternoon. I wondered if he would've distanced himself from me, now that I told him things I would never tell anyone else. I treated him as if he was my best friend when, in fact, we weren't even a bit close. 

I had my reasons though. He had this aura, this feeling of safety. It was not only the fact that I may have developed very early feelings for him - that I felt the need to suppress somehow - but also because his smile expressed some kind of emotion that felt like home, and his touch was so gentle that it made me feel secure. 

I finished getting ready and headed outside. The weather had started to be less evil and I could finally wear only one coat. I still wore a beanie though, because you never know when the cold wind can strike you.

I effortlessly made it to the office floor, and now I felt it. I was happy to see him again, even if I was scared of what we could say to each other, of what I could feel inside me right at the moment we would meet each other.

As soon as the doors of the elevator opened I found Jeongin in front of me. I jumped in place. "Oh God Jeongin, you scared me!" I yelled and took a breath of relief as I saw him narrow his eyes and flinch, stepping a bit back at my scream.

"Sorry." He muttered, then nodded his head as a bow, making me greet him in the same way. "Minho's in his room, I was waiting for you here because he couldn't."