Invitations | MinSung

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Jisung stirred late in the morning, his head aching. His vision was hazy and he didn't have the strength to lift his head off his pillow, wondering how he had been put in this state. He decided to remain engulfed by his soft duvet while trying to remember the events from the night before.

He remembered drinking with Minho, who was stressed after work. He remembered Minho asking about his past relationships. He remembered their faces inching closer together, so close to kissing but he was sure they didn't kiss. Despite this, as he pictured Minho's full, plump lips he vividly remembered them against his. He recalled the soft feeling of them as they locked with his. But they didn't kiss, right? Jisung had run away before anything had happened, right?

Shaking his head, Jisung forced himself out of bed, stumbling as he approached his bathroom. Throughout his hazy morning, he tried to piece together bits of his fragmented memory, wondering whether or not it was Minho's lips he felt upon his. He barely remembered anything after he had run out of the bar.

Giving in to his bad memory and curiosity he snatched his phone off his bedside drawer and dialled Minho's number. As it rang, he tried to plan what to say, sort of regretting his decision to call.

"Jisung," Minho's voice sounded as soon as the call connected. As soon as Jisung heard Minho say his name in such a way, he recalled something else Minho had said along with his name.

"Let me think it over, Jisung."

He distinctly remembered the butterflies that erupted in his stomach when he heard Minho's attractive voice merely say his name. For some reason, along with this memory, he also thought back to the feeling of Minho's lips. Why? They couldn't have kissed, right? What did Minho need to think over?

It slowly dawned on Jisung that he might've done and said some things he'll regret.

"What did I do yesterday?" He questioned, not bothering to beat around the bush.

"You don't remember?"

"No," Jisung sighed.

"Nothing," Minho answered quite bluntly, "don't worry about it Jisung."

"It can't have been nothing," Jisung muttered, mostly to himself.

"Well then, what do you want me to say?" Minho asked.

"Did we kiss?" Jisung blurted out, his curiosity getting the better of him. He heard Minho quietly laugh on the other end and regretted calling.

"So you do remember."

"Wait, we kissed?" Jisung asked, incredulously.

"You said it, not me," Minho said.

"Oh no no no no," Jisung murmured, panic settling in. "Did I kiss you? Or you kissed me- wait, I didn't say anything, right?" As he began to worry more and more, questions began escaping his lips involuntarily.

"We'll talk about it later, ok?" Minho said and Jisung realised that he was busy. Unlike Jisung, he probably woke up on time and made it to work. They made plans to meet each other around midday when Minho wasn't teaching and, until then, Jisung worried about how this conversation would play out.

Those nerves didn't lessen as he went to meet Minho at the university during his lunch break. On his way there, he thought of every possible thing Minho could say. If Jisung did confess his feelings last night, would he deny it or accept it? He had spent so much time picking what to wear that he was running incredibly late. He willed the bus to go faster and quickly messaged Minho, the panic only building more and more unbearable.