To Be Loved... (BOOK 1)

When Lovers Meet

Jisung's POV

"I don't know why I can't just tell him, Minho. Like that fucking sucked." I sighed, laying on his chest.

"Don't make this about us when you haven't even told him you're gay. You need to walk before you can run, honey."

"Always you and your wise words." I mumbled, turning my body away from him.

"Sungie, it's okay." He pressed his chest against my back and pulled me close.

"It's just a lot for me right now." I whispered, bringing his hand up for my cheek to rest on.

I never liked the fact that I was gay. Not because of some internalized homophobia; that was the last thing it was. Maybe a little in denial if anything. But the real issue was my parents. If I ever tell them, it'll be the same day they kick me out of the house. This isn't just an assumption, I know that this is what will happen. They've always been against homosexuality. The whole stereotypical 'being gay is a sin' type thing. I didn't realize I was the way I was until I met Minho actually. Once that happened, everything made sense.

I was completely wasted, while keeping my hand on the wall to make sure I don't fall with another hand holding a drink.

Choi San was throwing a party and of course I wanted to feel like hot shit and try to get laid. All the hottest girls come to his parties. I was on my own since Hyunjin doesn't like to socialize, Felix fell asleep early, and Jeongin was out with Beomgyu. I had to strike up conversation with whom ever the best I could.

"Han!" Yunho shouted. Perfect. "Han," he came over to me, "damn, you don't look so good."

"I'm okay." I smiled, bending over just a tad.

"Let me take you upstairs. You look pale." Yunho guided me up the steps that felt like a mile, but eventually I made it onto the bathroom floor. I was definitely going to throw up.

"Is he gonna be okay?" I heard a soft, unfamiliar voice ask. Then again, everything sounded foreign to me from all the drinking.

"I think so. Do you mind watching him real quick?" I heard Yunho say. "His name is Jisung."

The bathroom door closed gently as the unknown person came closer to me.

"Jisung?" He softly spoke. He moved the hair out of my face, feeling his gaze on me. "My name is Minho."

"Like Lee Minho?" I slurred, not opening my eyes.

"Oh, you know who I am?"

"Yeah, for being a dick." I smiled.

"Oh." I could tell his feelings were hurt just by the small sound.

"I'm sorry. I mean, that's the only reason I know who you are but I don't think you're a dick yet."

"Wow, what a way with words. You talk like this when you're sober too?" He laughed. But before I could respond, my body jolted itself toward and my head went right into the toilet bowl.

"I'm never drinking again." I whined, feeling drool drip from my mouth. He reached over and flushed the toilet for me, then went back to rubbing my back.

"Is there anyone who could take you home?"

"No. I came alone."

"Why would you do something that stupid?"

"There it is. Dick Minho." I laughed.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I'll take you home."

"No!" I shot my head up and looked at him. This was the first time I had done that since this entire debacle started. I couldn't believe that this was the big bad bully I've heard about. He had long brown hair with big brown eyes and childlike lips that I found myself staring at. I swallowed hard, feeling the effects of just vomiting.