our love | minsung ✗

fourteenth.

"i had nothing to offer
anybody expect my own confusion"
— jack kerouac

once the two made it to car and were buckled all up, minho finally breaks the awful-dead silence. "mind if i asked what you guys talked about?" minho glanced towards jisung's eyes.

jisung met minho's eyes and smiled. "nope. i don't mind at all," jisung with a smile said. "he just asked me if i wanted to go watch a play with him," jisung without a beat answered, knowing the older was probably jealous and anxious to know what it was they talked about alone in the room. jisung didn't want to make minho wait more than he already had, and he didn't think it was a big deal to not tell minho what he and yong-sun talked about. it was no secret, it wasn't like they were doing something wrong behind minho's back.

yong-sun and jisung were just friends. hanging out together, as friends. jisung could only assume, but he didn't want to face the fact that yong-sun probably didn't mean what they had going on, as friends.

thought makes jisung think he has some sort of grudge against the word "friends" now.

well, to be more specific, with minho and yong-sun, the word "friends" isn't in the least in their vocabulary when they're with jisung.

minho scoffs, "what, is he living in the 1860s?"

jisung hit minho's arm lightly. "hey, that's kinda mean," jisung mumbles.

minho sighs and shakes his head. "sorry, but i just don't like the fact he's taking you out on a damn 1860 date," minho pauses once realizing what he said. "wait, did you say yes?" minho wondered.

jisung slightly flinches, before nodding his head. "yes."

"why's that?" minho sounds pissed, but he takes a good job not completely showing it.

jisung shrugs, "well, i never been to see a play before...and, it doesn't sound at all that bad or old. i'm quite looking forward to it, actually," jisung sounds as if he were becoming infatuated with the thought of hanging out with yong-sun again. the younger realizes the way his voice changed into tenderness and he quickly recomposes himself. "and just so you know, i asked if there was a spare ticket."

minho chuckles, but it doesn't sound at all soothing nor innocent. he laughs bitterly. "you really think yong-sun would buy another spare ticket for me?" minho's brows furrowed and his eyes twitched.

jisung shrinks into his seat, slowly he finds himself getting irritated by minho's change of mood. "he didn't buy them, someone gave them to him."

again, another scornful laugh. "you seriously believe him?"

jisung scowled and shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders mindlessly. "i don't care if he bought them or not, i'm going either, why does that matter?" jisung locked eyes with the older, and he stared at him in turbulence.

it was only then that minho realized what was happening and what he was doing. his gaze softened and he reached for jisung, grabbing the black headed by the neck and bringing his face closer to his. "i'm sorry, i didn't meant to react that way. i'm sorry for reacting that way," minho whispered into the darkness as he placed a delicate kiss on jisung's forehead.

jisung closed his eyes and found himself searching for more of minho, leaning closer so they're faces were mere so close to touching. "it's fine," jisung mumbled, only glad to see minho's jealousy be controlled by the owner of it.

minho kissed jisung's cheeks, the sound of it echoing in the silent dim car. jisung shudders back his chills and his eyes shutter close, expecting minho to do more than kiss his face that wasn't his lips.