want so bad

eleven.

Jisung loved this feeling. His lips on top of Minho's, it all felt so magical. His hands found their way to Minho's jersey and scrunched at it as he felt Minho deepen the kiss. He felt Minho place his hands on both sides of his hips and pulled him closer. Jisung's heart thumped rapidly against his chest. This was not like the first kiss they both had shared, it felt more intimate than their first kiss. Minho bit down on Jisung's lip then slid his tongue in. 

Yep. Way more intimate. 

Jisung shivered, moving his hands up to the ravenette boy's hair and curling his fingers in it with a small whine from the action. He was way to un-experienced to be kissing Minho like this and way to nervous. It was all so good—too good, so of course that was when Jisung's lungs started to give out on him. He pulled away; his eyes still fluttered shut as he did not want to look Minho in the eyes right now. His hands fell down to Minho's chest finally opening his eyes but not making eye contact with the older. 

Minho's hands never left his hips while he tried to gather his own breath. Now he knew why he loved kissing Jisung only if this was the second time. Jisung's lips were just so soft, tasted like strawberries, and the little whine he locked in a box of his own was so intimate yet so sweet.

He pulled his hands away and backed away ruffling his hair back wanting to coo when Jisung looked up and met his eyes. What do you say after you kiss someone? All they just did was look at each other and by how nervous they were they didn't know how they were holding this eye contact. 

"I really am happy you came to my game today sung." Jisung heard Minho say. 

"I liked watching you play." 

Jisung's face was burning and even if they were in a room with basically no light, he really hoped Minho wouldn't be able to see his face. 

"Sorry but I've got to get home. I need a shower too, you probably think this is really gross." Minho chuckled picking his bag up. 

No, he didn't think it was gross. He really thought it was hot, but he wouldn't tell Minho that of course. 

"Yeah, me too. Not the sweating part—the going home part..." Jisung smiled awkwardly. 

"I will talk to you later okay?" Minho smiled opening the closet door. 

Jisung watched Minho leave but noticed a crumble piece of paper fall right out. He picked it up and unscrambled it going to call Minho back but stopped when he noticed the words 'Dear Jisung' on the first line. 

He walked out of the closet and noticed Minho was gone. He wasn't the type to peek into people's belongings, but it basically was his since it had his name on it. 

༶•┈┈┈┈┈┈୨♡୧┈┈┈┈┈•༶

Jisung practically rushed into his room to see the note. He quickly said hi to his mom but after booked it to his bedroom closing the door. He didn't even notice his brother, Chan wave to him from the couch. His backpack was thrown somewhere in the room while Jisung jumped into bed eyes glued to the piece of paper. 

Dear Jisung,

Okay it was happening; he was reading what Minho called his words for Jisung. His eyes trailed with every word that he read, his cheeks going pink at each compliment. And when it landed on the words where Minho wrote that he really liked Jisung he couldn't help but scream. His feet kicked and he giggled on his thumb until his door slammed opening. 

"Why are you screaming?!" Chan yelled, eyebrows perking up when he saw Jisung shove a piece of paper under his pillow. 

He smiled awkwardly. "Sorry hyung..." 

"What was that paper?" 

His hand went on top of the pillow to keep it safe as he shook his head mumbling a low nothing. Chan took a step closer and saw how Jisung visibly tensed. 

"Let me see it." 

"No." 

Chan grabbed the pillow but struggled to lift it up when Jisung grabbed a hold of it too. 

"Stop being nosy!" Jisung complained.

"I wouldn't have to be nosy if you weren't acting suspicious!" His older brother fought back. 

They fought trying to each get the pillow until Chan found a way to grab the paper quickly and crumble it open eyes reading through it swiftly. Jisung looked down at the floor realizing he wouldn't be able to get the paper now and it was way too late. 

After what seemed like forever Chan looked at Jisung. "He's sending love letters now? Wait... are you two fucki-"

"No! What made you think that?! God this is why I didn't want you to see it." Jisung groaned turning back to sit on his bed. 

"What? I just asked—I want to know if my baby brother and best friend are, you know?" Chan chuckled throwing the paper back on the bed. 

Jisung rolled his eyes. "You don't ask that to your brother. No-you don't wonder that!" 

The older held his hands up in defense before heading over to the door. 

"Are you two dating though?" 

Jisung shook his head. "No, I just found this today."

"Are you sure that you and Minho haven't done anything?" Chan asked.

The squirrel shrugged picking at his leg. "I mean we have kissed two times..." 

"And I didn't know!" His eyes widened. "When?!"

"Only at the movie night and today. It's not a big deal hyung!" Jisung blushed in embarrassment. "It's just a kiss, and by this note he likes me too!" 

Chan nodded. "I knew that. He's so damn obvious." 

"Really? I couldn't tell..." 

"Well, you're just a pabo." Chan snickered. "It was really obvious, too damn obvious." 

Jisung's cheeks became a light tint. Minho really liked him, was this a dream? A fairytale? If it was, he hoped a someone would tell him. 

"Oh, and I saw you wear his spare jersey. That's a gesture that someone likes you." Chan hummed at the thought. 

"Just get out already..." Jisung shooed him away. 

Once Chan got out of the room, he took a sneak peek at the crumbled piece of paper that lied right next to him. Minho liked him. He squealed his socked feet immediately kicking at the thought of his crush liking him back. 

But now how would he look at Minho? He still was always nervous, especially when they shared that kiss in the closet at school when no one was around. Would he confess his feelings? Probably not, he hoped Minho would show some signs of liking Jisung so he could confess first. He just really wanted Minho to tell him how he felt sooner or later. He wanted Minho to call him sweet nicknames like, buttercup, baby, my love, anything really. 

Was that all too much to want?