Spotlight ☆ | minsung

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They had gone back to the room with the cats where everything happened, both not wanting either Felix or Hyunjin to evesdrop on their conversation.

Jisung's eyes once again traveled to the marks he had made the night prior on the older's neck, but this time he reached a hand out with furrowed eyebrows. He grazed his fingertips over the pretty blotches, because, yes, he couldn't help but find them extremely pretty adorning Minho's skin.

"Are they painful?" he asked, not looking up.

"Not really, I keep forgetting they're there." shyly answered Minho.

"I'm sorry." the brunette boy's gaze had fallen to the ground, now fixated on his black boots. "I remember part of what happened, enough to know I started it. I stole your first kiss and I'm so sorry."

Jisung's voice trembled, his hands now fidgety on his lap.

"Ji, it wasn't your fault. We were both drunk." Minho said with a sigh, he also regreted not remembering his own first kiss, especially knowing it had been with the boy he loved himself.

Jisung looked up to meet Minho's gaze for the first time. He had shiny tears forming on his eyes already. "Still, I feel so bad. Min, I don't want this to make things awkward between us." he half cried, voice low and shaky.

"It won't!" quickly assured the older, embracing Jisung between his arms. He hated seeing the boy sad. "We'll forget about it, okay?" suggested Minho, trying to sound as rational as possible even if he wanted to do anything but forgetting.

But Jisung had made up his mind already, and it was nowhere near the older's suggestion.

Hyunjin had been right, he was the one who drew the friendship line first and, fuck it, he was going to erase it right then right there. He couldn't control the feelings he had towards Minho anymore, he didn't want to control them anymore.

"I don't want to forget about it." mumbled Jisung, placing his hands on Minho's shoulders and pushing back from the hug to look at the older in the eyes. "Minho, I like you."

His heartbeat raced in his chest, the brunette could swear the slightly taller one could hear it loud and clear.

"I've liked you since the day I met you."

Minho's hands were sweating but a smile managed to curl his lips in a big smile. His ears burnt red as he pulled Jisung in for a hug again, hiding his face in the crook of the younger's neck that radiated warmth. In truth, he did it to save himself from embarrassment.

"I like you too." he whispered back. He had no idea if that was how you're supposed to answer or not, because no one had ever confessed to him other than crazy fans before. He was at a complete loss but he didn't mind at all.

"You do?" asked Jisung excitedly, earning a nodd. The brunette wrapped his arms around the boy and hugged him back, letting little giggles escape past his lips. "Woah, that was so scary. I really thought you would reject me."

Quickly, Minho let go with a sudden pull. "You're kidding me, right?" he said. "You fucking frienzoned me that one time, asshole!" the tone he used had mockery to it, getting more chuckles out of Jisung.

"I panicked! You said 'I love you' out of nowhere!" defended the younger. "I thought you were trying to console me!"

Minho playfully hit the brunette's arm before embracing him one more time. He pled guilty on that, maybe the timing hadn't been a good one.

"It slipped!" he still argued.

After some more light chuckles, Jisung separated from the hug with an expression on his face that Minho couldn't recognize.