sweet stories🎀 minsung <3

Story 11 (pt.2)

As soon as the boy got to his room, he grabbed his art supplies and set them out, running down to get some water after. He sat down, starting to sketch out the portrait. Despite him trying to focus, he would zone out every here and there, images of Minho clouding his mind.
He spent the whole evening drawing, so now he was smiling proudly at his work, before closing his sketchbook.

Minho on the other hand wasn't so quick to get home, he was walking slowly through the alleys, his ears still burning at the thought of the boy kissing his cheek. The evening wind was blowing gently, as if it's trying to cool him off. His head was full of thoughts:

Where should we go next time?
How do I ask for his number?
When should I confess?

Him in the past would never believe it, if he said that he'll be thinking of those things. It really was spontaneous, yet so beautiful and special. He couldn't stop grinning, it might've looked like he's crazy.
Crazy in love.

Through out the week the older continued sending love notes and small surprises. Jisung's heart turned into a melting mess every time as if it was the first one. He was now looking for Minho in the hallways, flashing him a small smile when their eyes met.

All of this might look childish, and it was at times to be honest, but it didn't feel like it, they weren't playing. This was such a pure type of love, a teen romance like the ones in cartoons. There wasn't any room for lust or jealousy, their heart was fully filled with joy and adoration for the other.

Han would draw the older on every paper surface, fold paper stars and flowers, he even didn't give that much attention to his books anymore, because all the romantic stuff were now his reality. He tried sending a few of his artworks to Minho too, his heart fluttering, when he noticed how the other kept one of them in his phone case.

Love consumed both of them more and more every day, with every look, with every smile, with every note.

At last the older had planned another date:

Let's go for a date today, Hannie, I want to spend time with you. I'll pick you up at your house at 18 pm <3

The boy smiled, feeling excitement bubbling inside.

When Minho had picked him up, he said that they're going to feed the local stray cats and play with them. Han's eyes glistened at the idea.

-So.. do you like cats too?
-Yes, I own three myself, - he grinned.
-Wah! Really? Will you introduce me to them one day...?, - the younger looked down, giggling and tilting his head.
-I will with great pleasure.

They walked down the streets, the cat food crinkling in the bag Minho carried.

-Oh! Look! There's one!, - Jisung pointed forward happily.

The two walked towards the small animal, who was already running excitedly to the taller. He sat down, petting the little, saying a sweet hello to it. The younger looked curiously at him, observing the interaction. When they started feeding the kitten, other cats came running too.

It was just them in the moonlight, and the ton of kitties meowing.

-They really like you, - the boy said, - I guess they think that you're one of them.
-Why?, - the other looks at him.
-Because you look like a kitten.

He said it quietly, almost in a whisper, running a hand through Minho's dark hair and stopping on his cheek. The older closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, like cats do, a soft smile visible on his face. And Jisung could swear he saw stars in his eyes, when the one opened them.

-You look very pretty right now, hyung, - he said.
-You look beautiful all the time.
-You always find an opportunity to make me shy...

The older just chuckled at that. The evening went by quickly, it was time to let Han go home now. They were standing at the doorstep, Minho refused to let go of the younger.

-It's not like we will never see each other again, hyung, - he giggles.
-I know, but I don't want the hug to end...
-You're such a softie.
-Just for you.

When they finally detangled, Jisung left a soft kiss on the other's cheek, before entering the house.
Minho was once again left in the dark, his cheeks glowing red.

A few weeks passed, the two went on a lot of dates, every time they had the opportunity to they would meet.
But today's one was special. Minho planned on finally confessing to the younger. He, of course, was nervous, but as soon as he saw the boy, all his anxiety disappeared.

The evening was warm today. They were walking hand in hand somewhere, Han didn't really know where. It was quiet. No one said a single word after they started walking. Though it wasn't thick. They enjoyed each other's presence, sparing glances from time to time, giggling slightly and smiling. It felt like two children thought of a mischievous plan and were now heading somewhere to bring it to life.

They had been walking for a while now, but there was just a little left. The two were now in a sparse forest, a small path leading them forward. The sun was shining its last rays, before it could set.

-Do you trust me, Sungie?
-Yes.
-Then on the count of three, we'll run forward, alright? It'll be fun, I promise.
-Okay!

1....2....3!

Both of them started running, not letting go of the other's hand, their looks crossed for a second, before they ran out into a huge flower field.
They stopped gradually, taking a second to catch their breath. When Han had finally straightened up and took a look around, he gasped.

An endless field with various types of flowers, a few butterflies still passing by, rare chirping heard, isn't that a perfect sight? Jisung inhaled deeply, the sweet aroma filling his lungs to the fullest. He smiled brightly, turning to Minho. He took an accurate step forward, hugging him.

-Do you like it here?
-I love it here.

The scent of his cologne mixed with the flowers made the younger's head spin. He let go, looking up at the boy. The taller couldn't help but smile, Jisung's eyes were sparkling so cutely, happiness overflowing from them. He gently put his hand on the other's cheek, caressing it slightly.

-You know..., - he started, - today is very special.
-Oh, really?, - Han tilted his head a little.
-Yes. I have to tell you something important.

Jisung's stomach flipped at the words.

-What is it...?, - he breathes out.
-I have feelings for you. I love you, Han Jisung.
-I..., - he felt tears slowly building up in his eyes, - I love you too.

Both of them smiled warmly at each other.

-Will you be my boyfriend? Please?
-Yes. Yes, I will.

He stood on his tippy toes, decreasing the space between them.

-I promise that I am going to love you till my very last breath, - the older whispered, - Will you let me seal my promise with a kiss?
-Yes.

Minho smiled, pulling Jisung closer and connecting their lips.
It was soft and pure. It didn't last long, though caused a firework of emotions inside. The kiss had a fruity taste to it, because of Han's chapstick. Once they parted, the older smiled brightly, leaving peck after peck on the boy's face.

-You're finally mine.
-I'm finally yours.

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A/n: didn't proof read, wrote it in school😛