I hate him // Minsung [Eng]

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Han Jisung p.o.v.

It's time to sleep, but I'm afraid to be alone tonight. Today's event was shocking, much more than a classic panic attack. It was as if I no longer existed, like I was watching Han Jisung from afar.

Horrible.

«I should go now, you must sleep» Minho says, trying to get out my bed.

We were watching a movie but it's been over for half an hour. We stayed to chat a little longer but now it's really late.

I grab his wrist and block him before he can walk away.

«Please, stay.» I ask him, crossing his eyes. He looks surprised but his lips hint a smile.

«Are you sure you want me to sleep with you?» he says mischievously.

I know he's joking, but I don't care: «Do what you want to me, you don't scare me, but please don't leave me alone tonight».

I'm not alone, I'm in an apartment with 3 other members and I could sleep with one of them, but I want him. And I know that he is realizing it too.

«Baby, if you want me here, I can move and never leave you alone for the night.» he says, sitting down next to me again.

«You're becoming soft, Min» I mock him, patting him on the thigh.

«Just for you, baby» he smiles.

Omg, that damn smile. It will kill me one day.

«You didn't tell me what was written on the paper plane...» I tell him to change the subject.

His sweet gaze is too much for me and he's acting so soft...

«You do remember it, don't you?» I ask.

He nods and with a slight embarrassment says: «Please take care of the youngers, especially Han. He's so sensitive. You have to protect him, no matter what.»

I look at him, amazed. He only kept a paper plane because it was about... me?

I lay down again on my bed, my hands between my cheek and the pillow, and he imitates me. We are lying on our sides, our faces inches apart, our eyes locked together.

«And why did you keep it?» I ask, almost whispering. The atmosphere seems to have changed suddenly and I don't want to spoil it with my high-pitched voice.

«I swore to myself that I must protect you, no matter what.» he says softly.

I bite my lips, feeling my face redden. I can't help thinking about how much this guy means to me.

In a few weeks he has completely changed towards me. His defenses have collapsed and now he looks into my eyes, saying such sweet things to me. I feel that my heart could explode.

I can't take my eyes off his face, thinking how handsome he is. Those huge, sweet eyes, that perfect nose, and those lips, slightly protruding. They give him that cute bunny look.

I don't even notice that I'm getting close to him and that my pulse is racing.

«However...» he says, his voice hoarse, «You should be scared of me»

I don't know why but his voice is so hot, his tone so sexy.

I can't resist, I can't resist anymore. Now I know why he kissed me that night, I feel like a fool for not realizing it sooner: we are soulmates.

I can see it in his eyes, in the way he looks at me, in the way my brain constantly thinks about him.

I get up, approach him and kiss him harshly.