I hate him // Minsung [Eng]

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Han Jisung p.o.v.

Everything is set. Everything except my heart, which seems to want to escape from my chest.

Seungmin managed to sneak into my boyfriend's room and took off his ring. Minho only removes it from his finger when he takes a shower, leaving it briefly on the bedside table.

Bang Chan spoke to him a few days ago and assured me that he didn't seem scared or reluctant to get married. But I'm terrified he's not ready yet.

The concert is about to start, it's the last of our Maniac tour. We have achieved so many goals over the years, despite everything. Despite the difficulties, COVID pandemic and haters, our group has grown and it doesn't seem real to us until we hear the thousands of screams from the stands.

Changbin smiles at me. That idiot can't keep a secret, if he lets something slip before the concert I'll kill him. When I told him my intentions he gave me a whole speech, worse than Chan's. Not even he was my mother!

Oh, my parents know everything too.

They have known Minho over the years and I was able to tell them that I was gay and that he was my person. I didn't expect it, but they were really understanding.

My mom wanted me to dress up, to buy a diamond and to take him under the Eiffel Tower. But Minho and I are not like that, that is not our life style.

It was Felix who gave me the idea. And it was brilliant, I admit it.

I quickly enter on bubble, knowing that Minho never checks it before a concert, and type the exact same message in the stay zone and in the chat:

"Today is our day".

I hold back a smile and follow the others to the stage. I'm shaking, and it's not just because it's our last concert. I'm fucking excited.

The break has arrived, in those few minutes everything will have to happen. 

I stroke my leather pants pocket to check that the ring is there. I'm Han Jisung, after all, I could have lost it on stage.

As we head backstage I grab Minho by the hand and drag him to a hidden corner, away from microphones, cameras and STAYs. As I lead him without giving him explanations, I recall the place near the toilets where he kissed me for the first time. I smile thinking about how much time has passed, while Minho lets himself be carried away without offering any resistance.

«Hanie? Are you okay?» he asks.

We reach the predefined place and I abruptly stops, turning towards him and nodding. 

Without hesitating - yes, I'm proud of myself for that - I kneel down, looking with a trembling hand for his ring in the pocket of my stage pants. 

Minho's eyes widen, but he doesn't say anything. Our eyes meet and they seem to understand each other perfectly.

He hints at a smile and I breathe deeply before starting my speech. I've been trying to prepare one for days but, you know, with my memory it would be useless and everybody knows that I'm good at improvising. So I let myself be inspired by his little smile and those eyes that shine with expectation and I speak.

«Min, Jagi» I take his hands in mine that are too sweaty, «You came into my life like a damn tornado, an extremely dangerous tornado. But you decided to give me a chance, to get to know me, to welcome me behind your shell of indifference and strangeness.» I sigh, feeling my cheeks burn, «And there isn't a day that I don't thank this. That I don't thank you.»

His eyes are shining. He is proud of me, of us. He's happy and that gives me the confidence I need to go on.

«You came like a flash, but you stayed, like a perennial rainbow. I don't want to live a day of my life without you.»