the blood witch • l.mh x h.js

5

"don't make me drop a house on you."
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jisung pressed their lips together and minho's eyes widened. sliding his hands down to his hips, jisung pulled him closer and minho wrapped his arms around his neck.

tilting his head, he allowed the kiss to deepen and the grip on his waist tightened. the two lost themselves, completely forgetting what the point of it what.

focusing only on each other in that moment.

jisung slowly pulled off, keeping inches between the swollen lips. "was that okay?" minho nodded, gulping and glancing at him.

"yeah. i feel better already."

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it was awkward.

very. awkward.

minho blushed whenever he saw jisung now and kept running from him. he was like a schoolgirl with a crush.

"minho, please stop running from me. it doesn't have to be awkward, okay? i did it to help you."

oh.

he did it to help.

not because he wanted it.

minho nodded and jisung noticed the shift in mood entirely from the witch.

"yeah, you're right. not like we're dating. just  helping a friend out."

he patted jisung on the back, and the latter didn't quite enjoy the statement, yet he said it as well.

he knew the two were just friends, jisung never really thought of them as anymore until now.

minho snapped his fingers in front of jisung's face and the boy blinked quickly. "sorry, zoned out."

the witch nodded, opening the fridge as jisung leant against the counter. "would you like something to eat? i realize i have yet to feed you, my apologies."

the younger waved him off. "no, don't worry about it. i'll have anything." minho huffed, pulling out a bag of red liquid.

"you want this?"

jisung squinted his eyes, grasping the bag. "what is it?" the latter gave a sly smirk, glancing back at the fridge.

"human blood."

jisung gasped, putting the bag back into the fridge and shaking his head. "you scare me sometimes, minho."

"you know, i get that a lot."

minho reached up to grab one of the ingredients and jisung's eyes shot down to the markings on his thigh.

he couldn't see the others as they were covered still, yet he saw one briefly.

'WHORE'

"minho? who did that to you?"

minho turned back, tugging down his shorts so they were covering his markings and shook his head.

"don't worry about it, jisung. it's in the past, okay?"

jisung pursed his lips, still wanting to see all of them. he wanted to kiss each of them, showing minho that scars were okay to have.

he wanted to what..?

"minho, please? i'd like to know about it or see them."

the pain that these scars caused minho. the cheering that went on while it happened. he couldn't relive it, especially not with someone he's known for less than a month.

"no, i don't trust you that much."

jisung nodded. "will you ever show me?" the witch scoffed at the statement.

"i wont be around much longer, han jisung. you think i just stay in one place? no, that's dangerous."

"what? you're leaving? no. you can't."

minho let out a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "and who are you to tell me not to leave? my boyfriend?"

jisung gripped the wrist that reached for the spoon and pulled him closer so they stood chest to chest.

"is that an offer? 'cause i would fucking love to be your boyfriend."

minho's eyes widened, parting his lips to speak yet nothing came out. he didn't know what to say at all.

"what? we barely know each other."

"so you would if we knew each other better?"

minho made a 'tsk' sound and sighed. "jisung, you don't really know who i am, okay? you fell for the spitting image that i keep on. it's not who i am."

"then tell me, please, let me know who you actually are. i really, really think we can make it work."

minho shook his head, tearing his wrist away from the grip. "don't make me ban you from my house, jisung."

"no, you wouldn't do that. not to me."

minho clapped twice and jisung was suddenly outside. he went back to knock on the door, yet he was held back.

"minho! i'm sorry, okay?!"

jisung hung his head low and crouched on the grass. he would stay there until minho spoke to him or at least let him back in.