Broken (MinSung 18+)

Chapter 30

Naekkeo, or 내꺼, means "Mine" in Korean and is typically seen in older relationships to show possessiveness. It loosely translates to "my love", "my darling," or "my sweetheart."

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Minho had the sweets, that Jisung ordered an unsurprising abundance of, placed into a small refrigerated take-out box in the back seat of the car before they moved on to their next destination.

"Wait, there's more? You're like that old-ass Oxy Clean guy. Rest in Peace, good sir." Jisung closed his eyes, nodding.

"Have you been out to Nami Island?" Minho asked, while keeping his gaze on the road and both hands on the wheel.

"Um... I know of Nami from League of Legends. I wasn't allowed to do shit, remember? I basically lived in a carpeted hole."

"What the hell is League of Legends?"

"What kind of rock have you been living under? It's a video game." Jisung asked, his face dramatically contorted in disbelief and disgust.

"Oh. Wait... that's the game Felix and Chan play together. You could've just said no to my original question." Minho slightly scoffed as he laughed.

"Well yeah, but that's not as fun. So what is Nami Island?"

The older's face turned into a warm and excited smile, which made Jisung smile, as well.

"You'll have to see when we get there."

"Are you sure all of this isn't too much for a... you know like a first...?" Jisung asked, suddenly becoming a lot more interested in the black painted nails on his fingers, unable to let the word slip out of his mouth.

"A first date, you mean?" The older tried to steal a glance at the other, but Jisung's head had turned to look out of the window. Minho smiled as the younger's ears betrayed him, becoming cherry-colored very quickly.

"No, to answer your question." Minho continued. "I want to spoil you. I meant it when I said I wanted to give you everything. I want today to be perfect, so you know what to expect from me, in our hopefully very long future together."

Jisung felt like the air was knocked out of him as his heart beat rapidly, much harder than was probably healthy.

"How do you say stuff like that all straight-faced when you couldn't even tell me how you felt, like a day ago?" Jisung asked in a somewhat small voice.

"You did the same last night when you were trying to comfort me, love. We know each other, and we will get to know each other more as time goes on. We like each other, and hopefully that only grows. But it doesn't matter if we talked things out yesterday, a year ago, or an hour ago. We decide our pace. This is mine. I know what I want, and I have way too many ideas on how to show you." Minho said, confidently. He meant every word.

Minho had been in two relationships, both ending horribly. But neither of them had him falling this fast. Neither of them left him feeling as understood and cared for, as Jisung did. Neither of them were him. And he didn't want it to ever end. He was convinced that he could be this happy for the rest of his life, as long as it was with Jisung.

Jisung, on the other hand, was internally panicking... in somewhat of a good way. When his mind tried to fight him, he was focused on pushing down any negativity, which was a fairly rare sight for his inner thoughts. Part of him still believed that Minho was wrong- would lose interest the longer he stuck to Jisung, would hate him like the other people in his life who were supposed to love him. 

Another part of him tried ration, reason. Minho was sweet and broke through his own walls to be vulnerable with Jisung- to let him in. He wouldn't have done that unless he was serious. He was going to let himself have this.