Sparks Flew

First Time Boyfriend

"Minho?" Jisung let the word out as though it were his last breath.

"I know you don't want to see me or talk to me but-" Jisung wrapped his arms around Minho's torso tightly.

"I'm sorry Min, I- I was so confused and I didn't know what to do about it." He cried into Minho's chest, feeling hands gently rub his own back. "I missed you." Jisung sniffed.

Minho didn't speak for a minute. "Can we talk?"

Jisung looked up at him. "Yea, I have a lot to say." Minho nodded and took Jisung's hand, pulling him back into the house. Jisung only paid attention to their hands, how warm his hands felt in Minho's and how cold he felt when Minho let go to sit on the couch. Jisung slowly lowered himself onto the couch next to Minho.

"I'm so sorry Jisung. I should never have done that knowing you were straight, and I feel so awful about it." Minho explained.

"Well, I- don't think I'm actually straight. My mom always told me that being gay was wrong, I knew it wasn't, but I always made myself believe I liked girls." Jisung paused, picking at his nails. "I don't know if I ever did, but I don't like the way I talked to you just because I'm not set with my sexuality."

"It was still wrong of me to do, and I- regret doing it." Minho folded his hands in his lap.

"You know Minho, I've never actually felt something when I kissed someone, it got to the point where I thought that was how it's supposed to be. Then you kissed me, and it felt really nice." Jisung's voice got lower and lower as he spoke, embarrassment washing over him.

"Ji?" Minho looked at Jisung with so much hope in his eyes.

Jisung's face flushed. "I'm not sure what I'm feeling, if I'm being completely honest with you. All I know is, I like being close to you, and you're really nice, and you're so hot it hurts."

"So, you liked the kiss?" Minho asked carefully?

"I- well- you are a good kisser." Jisung stuttered, not making eye contact with Minho.

Minho lighty gripped Jisung's chin and made them look at eachother. "It's a yes or no question Ji." Jisung's eyes traveled down to Minho's lips and quickly back up to his eyes. "Well?" Jisung gave Minho a small nod. "You have words Jisung."

Jisung swallowed. "Yea. I liked it." He paused. "I like you. Like a lot. Like, I kind of love you."

"I kind of love you too Jisung." Minho smiled gently, letting his hand fall to his lap.

"Really? After all I said to you, you still want,-"

"You. Yea, I don't know if you've ever loved someone, but I wouldn't give up on you that easily. Jisung, I really care about you, despite all that we've said to each other, I wouldn't want this with anyone else." Minho's words were reassuring. "Ji, do you have any idea how fucking adoreable you are?" He leaned closer to Jisung, his voice sharp.

"Min, I don't- maybe we shouldn't- um." Minho stared for a short while at Jisung, waiting for him to say something.

"Can I be your boyfriend Ji?" Minho's eyes sparkled like diamonds, his eyes flooding with desire, Jisung wanted to drown in them.

Boyfriend. Jisung melted at the thought. He wanted that, more than Minho would ever know. "I'd like that." Jisung said softly.

"Can I kiss you again?" Minho asked, his voice dripping with excitement.

Jisung's eyes widened. "Uhm." He looked at Minho, maybe for help, maybe for an answer? "I-"

"If you don't know you don't have to do anything, or like say yes, just do what you're comfortable with." Minho backed away.