Two vastly different people with vastly different pasts meet under unfortunate circumstances, but turn it into an opportunity to heal a broken heart, find love, and learn to heal.
They have so much more in common than they think.
Warnings:
((18+...
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A/N: It's timeless and slightly applicable, leave me alone.
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Minho walked back into the building, trying to keep calm and just steady his breathing. He didn't have much time to process anything, however, when Chan and Felix ran up to him. Before they could open their mouths, they both glanced behind Minho, staring... wondering what the hell had just happened.
Minho realized, in seconds, that Han must have run in behind him. There's a possibility that the boy saw him walking away amidst his heated... session... in the car. The older was internally trying to shake off everything, so he could seem unaffected. He refused to make a fool out of himself.
He spun around. "Oh, Quokka. We were looking for you. Well, I was looking for you. Are you alright?" He asked, not wanting to explain what he had or hadn't seen, and not wanting to put the boy in an awkward position. He simply pretended he hadn't been able to find him.
"Nothing happened." Jisung said, blinking slowly as guilt overtook his face, his posture, his shaky breathing.
Minho felt his heart leap hard enough to seemingly hammer into his ribcage, but he did his best to play it safe.
"Hm?"
"Nothing... happened. Out there." The younger managed to get out.
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[He had spent the last half hour sincerely panicking over his stunt with Minho. When multiple males had tried to pick him up at the bar, he felt entirely overwhelmed and overstimulated. Most of them weren't even allowing him to speak up, let alone say he wasn't interested, until he grabbed the nicest-looking guy and led him outside. He had said he needed a moment to breathe, and the man looked genuinely concerned...
Which is why Jisung followed when the man offered to let him just chill for a few minutes in his car. He didn't expect the man to slide in with him, and then under him, pulling Jisung to straddle his lap. When he reached in to touch the boy's neck with his mouth, the younger had pushed him backwards against the seat and scrambled out of the car, only to see Minho walking away, without looking back.]
"Quokka... you're an adult. You can do what you want. You don't owe anyone an explanation." Minho said, smiling as he patted the younger's head.
Jisung stared up at him, unable to move or think properly for a moment. He... doesn't care. That's okay, right? Most people wouldn't. Most people don't. I should be glad I even get to be friends with him, with the group. I need to stop being selfish.
I need to not want more.
Jisung, in turn, also imposed an obligatory smile onto his cheek muscles. "I'm glad we can talk and dance and hang out and just be friends. I like that we were able to get to this point where we're comfortable."
