Cold Hands, Warm Heart ✧ Minsung ✧

#11

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Jisung woke up on Saturday morning and pursed his lips, feeling disbelief that he had kissed Minho the night before at his apartment. Finally, his first kiss. He began recalling the scenes from their make-out session, the sweet kisses Minho had given to his jawline, the wet kisses he left on his neck, and his warm touch. He became aroused thinking about him, but he couldn't help it; he wanted to do it again. He twisted his body in bed and buried his face in his pillow, muttering "damn it, Minho."

After taking a long shower to calm down, Jisung returned to his room and caught a glimpse of the dark spot left by Minho's lips in the mirror. He couldn't help but remember Minho's words, "fuck, you taste so good," which made him blush again. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "What is happening?" he wondered. He lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank mind, unsure of how much time had passed.

As he returned to reality, he tried to clear his mind again but found himself imagining scenarios of going as far as possible with someone. Drinking didn't give him the courage he needed, and he feared he wasn't good enough. Maybe he should try going out with someone experienced, or someone with no experience like him. Perhaps he should go on a date first or simply go without any boundaries or labels. "Maybe I should stop fantasizing and start living," he thought to himself, echoing Minho's words, "you only live once."

The day flew by, and Jisung received an unknown call. His heart raced with the possibility of it being Minho. What should he do if Minho invited him to his place again? Maybe they could...

"He- Hello?" His voice trembles and his hands are sweaty.

Jisung hoped it was Minho on the line, but instead, Chan identified himself. He felt a mix of relief and disappointment; relief that it wasn't someone unexpected, but disappointment that it wasn't Minho. As he spoke with Chan, Jisung sensed something off about the conversation. Chan was looking for Felix, which was strange since they lived together. Jisung couldn't help but wonder how Chan had gotten his number, the question repeating in his head.

As soon as they hung up he started to call Felix, but got nothing 'he must have run out of battery'. After spending the whole day watching anime, Jisung felt the need for some fresh air. He went downstairs and walked outside, taking a deep breath of the gentle breeze. Although winter was coming to an end soon, it was still cold outside.

The blue haired boy lit a cigarette and started walking towards the nearest coffee shop he knew. It was the same direction as Minho's house, which gave him weird vibes as he recalled their walk home the other night. He threw away the cigarette in the closest bin before entering the coffee shop called 'STAY'.

He ordered an iced americano to go, an unusual choice for the chilly night. While the barista prepared his drink, Jisung took a moment to survey the coffee shop. He had heard of it before but had never actually been there.

Somehow, his feet had led him to this place. As he scanned the room, his eyes settled on a familiar figure with ginger hair seated at a table by the window. It was Minho, but he wasn't alone. There was a girl with him, holding his hand and smiling slyly. Jisung's heart skipped a beat at the sight, then his heart sank. He couldn't hear their conversation but her face was telling that she loved Minho, that she wanted him.

"Hey, sir, here's your coffee" The lady handed him the iced americano and he snapped back to reality. He thanked her and left, feeling a bit disoriented.

As he walked down the street, lost in thought, he caught the attention of someone sitting by the window at a nearby cafe. Minho noticed a blue head walking down the street with a cup of coffee from where he is right now, he couldn't help but stare at him in shock 'Jisung'.

"Hey, Minho?" The girl interrupted his thoughts.

He turned to her and blinked. "Yes?"

"You agreed to come here and talk with me. Are you even listening?" She complained.

Minho shook his head. "Yes, I'm sorry." He couldn't help but steal one last glance at Jisung before returning his attention to the girl.

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Jisung's mind was racing as he walked back home. he was questioning his whole existence. 'Maybe she's just a friend, friends can hold hands, okay? Maybe she is a relative, a cousin, yeah.... Or maybe he has a girlfriend, maybe he cheated on her, maybe he cheated on her with ME, oh my! No, no, no, maybe she's just a friend'.He couldn't shake off the image of Minho holding hands with the girl. 'What if they're more than just friends? Did he cheat on someone with me?' His thoughts were interrupted by the realization that he had unconsciously finished his coffee. Then his phone rang bringing him back to reality, the name on the screen as he reached for his phone, he saw Felix's name flashing on the screen.

"Hey, Felix?" Jisung answered with a sense of urgency.

"Hellour, Jisungie~" Felix's voice came through the phone.

"Hey, Felix, are you okay? Chan called me looking for you-" Jisung started to ask.

"Yep, I'm fine. I spoke to him," You could hear the baby pouting on the other end of the line. "Ji, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Jeongin, and I are having a party, and I miss youuuu, Please, come here~" Felix pleaded, doing his best to persuade Jisung to come over. But Jisung didn't need convincing right now.

"Sure thing! Just send me the address, I'm on my way." Jisung decided not to dwell on what he had just seen and agreed to meet up with his friends for some drinks. 'YOLO, right?' he thought.

"Are you serious?" Felix was taken aback by how quickly Jisung had agreed. "I'm so glad! I'll send you the address. See you later, Ji!"

Jisung hung up the phone and made his way back to his apartment to change into something more suitable for a party. As he walked, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Minho and the girl he had seen him with at the coffee shop. But he quickly shook the thought from his mind and focused on having a good time with his friends.

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