Broken (MinSung 18+)

Chapter 26

"Minho."

Jisung spoke aloud, his eyes struggling to find focus on anything other than the fabric of his pants, which he had in a near-death grip with both hands.

His entire body was overcome with an electrifying, heated tingling sensation, beginning in his toes and working its way up through muscles and nerves he didn't even know he had.

All it took was that one word- his name- and Minho realized he had no idea just how deep into his feelings he already was. It felt like there was a large dark pool of color blurred in his vision, and when he finally put his glasses... he could make out the abyss beneath him. He took another step towards the boy and bent down to his knees, so he was looking up into the younger's eyes.

"We never... ever have to do something you don't want to. You understand that, yeah? You know that you can say no to me, and we'll still be fine, right?" Minho's body was fighting itself, trying to decide if the anxiety or excitement should be the primary emotion currently presenting. 

Jisung slowly nodded, unable to look at the older, with the lack of distance they currently shared. "You can, too."

Minho chuckled. "You don't really ask for much, so I wouldn't have much to say no, to, Sungie." He said, softly.

Jisung's mind engaged in a brief, yet thunderous war with itself for just a moment longer before he finally sighed, glancing back down to the older.

"I'm not good at asking for things." He simply said. It was true- he didn't handle serious conversation well, and he hated asking for help. Yet, he wanted to be the first person someone came to when they needed something.

His biggest strength and weakness was that he was wonderful at doing for others what he could not do for himself... making them comfortable and happy, and giving them an unquestionable sense of love.

He didn't know he had that in him until he came here.

"Then, can I be honest with you, right now?" Minho asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Jisung nodded, in response, still looking down at him. The older narrowed his eyes for a moment, as if convincing himself to speak up and break the slight barrier they still had between them. 

"I want to tell you how I feel. I want to kiss you again. But I don't want you to feel pushed, or uncomfortable, especially if those aren't things you want me to do.

"I know it's a lot of pressure, and may feel unfair, but I need this to be your choice so I know you don't feel forced into anything."

Jisung's gaze stayed silently locked onto Minho as a million thoughts tore through him. Minho didn't say a word, letting him take as long as he needed. He knew the boy was probably thinking about everything, with his mind running at light speed.

He didn't mind waiting. And he was ready to stand up and give him space if the boy asked for it or wanted to leave. He had to prepare himself for that possibility, even if it made his stomach turn.

Jisung bit his lip and finally looked away again.

Fuck it.

He bent downwards and placed his hands on either side of Minho's face, watching his eyes widen in relieved shock, as he connected their lips.

Minho allowed their touch to softly linger for a moment as Jisung relaxed into it, the tension seemingly leaving his body. When he felt the younger about to pull back, he brought his own hands up and began standing from his position while leaning over the edge of the bed. He placed one hand behind Jisung's head, threading his finger's through the well-kept blue hair, and one behind his back, letting him slowly fall against the bed as Minho hovered over him.