Painful Secrets

Chapter 16

The pink neon lights of the bar fell beautifully upon Jeongin's gorgeous figure, matching perfectly with his pale skin and blonde hair.

He was dressed in a white shirt that was tucked in waist high bell bottom jeans along with brown boots. Over the shirt he wore a simple but elegant butter yellow sweater with strewn brown buttons. The sweater was unbuttoned and reached till his hips. The clothes fit him perfectly and didn't look like Seungmin's at all. It had probably been the first time Minho saw Jeongin wearing clothes his size.

Minho was surprised how Jeongin managed to make such a simple outfit look so pretty.

Minho didn't know if it was an illusion but it felt so real when his hands touched Jeongin's slim hips and travelled up to his small waist, snaking his arms around it slowly to feel the frame he was pulling closer much longer.

Minho almost melted when Jeongin's long ethereal fingers laced themselves in the strands of Minho' raven hair.

Minho wasted no time and closed the gap between their lips.

A sweet taste of cherry and candy flavoured Minho as he deepened the kiss, holding on to Jeongin as if he would fall if he let go. The feeling of nirvana arose inside him telling him that the angel in his grasp was his, not Seungmin's.

Jeongin was Minho's, not Seungmin. Or was he?

That turned out to be doubt, must more horrifically, a wish.

Minho wished Jeongin was his. He wanted Jeongin all to himself because he loved him. He didn't want Seungmin to even touch Jeongin.

"Mine" the word left Minho's mouth in a raspy voice full of lust and desire.

But as soon as it did, he lost it.

He lost the moment and worst of all, he lost Jeongin.

Like air, Jeongin was no longer in his arms. He was nowhere. He was gone. And the bar he was standing in was quick to vanish after him and soon Minho was standing in nothing but a dark pitch black room.

The lips that felt like petals against his were gone.

Minho closed his eyes out of frustration and when he opened them again, he found himself sitting on the living room's couch, dressed in his black night suit.

And it was not long before he realised all that he thought had happened was just a dream.

That's it, he could only dream about Jeongin.

When in reality, he couldn't even lay a finger on him.