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Story 18.

Teen romance. The most pure thing possible. When love creeps up on you from the back and hits your head so unexpectedly hard it starts spinning. You would never understand, until you feel it yourself.

The feeling when you're nervous to speak, to move, yet the urge to just spill all the love bottling up inside is irresistible. The feeling when you can't pull your eyes away. The feeling when you want to drown your special one in your own love. There isn't a single second without remembering them, without letting them know how you feel, without wanting to cover and protect them.

You start doing things that you never thought you'd be capable of. Running somewhere in the middle of the night just to meet, finding flowers in the middle of winter, bringing all the stars down to their feet. Because they deserve it. 
And they do the same for you. Because you deserve it.

It's like you're in your own small world, where it's just the two of you, the two of you in the world full of love, peace, affection, joy. It's what pure happiness feels like. When the air always has a floral smell to it, the sun is always gently brushing your skin, the wind is always soft and warm, you never feel cold, never feel alone.

There are so many tiny beautiful things about love.

The shy glancing, the sweet smiles, the gentle touch, the words of affection, the bright aura you're submerged in, the little gifts, the shared memories, the matching jewellery, the way you wear their perfume on your wrist so they'll always be with you, the way you could gaze at them for hours, thinking of how they're nothing less than a piece of artwork, your mind getting tangled between the tiny beautiful details.

That's the kind of romance Jisung had with Minho. He was 14, the other was two years older. It felt almost surreal, how quickly his mindset changed after they started dating. They were friends for a while, before their feelings started getting too much to handle. In a blink of an eye they became everything for each other. Their greatest support and their biggest weakness, their best friend, their most beloved person. It wasn't always easy, but they always made it through, not being able to be mad for more than a day.

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They were standing by Jisung's house, not wanting to separate even after a whole day spent together. It was early December. It was cold, yet they felt the warmth of each other's presence. Han scrunched his nose at the icy wind.

-Are you getting too cold?, - the older asked, his voice concerned.
-A little, but I don't want to go home.
-Let me help.

Minho took the soft hands into his own, bringing them close to his mouth. He blowed, his hot breath brushing against the red skin. He then brought them over to his neck, pressing them against it. The feeling sent shivers together with goosebumps crawling down his spine. But the heart shaped smile on his lover's face radiated warmth. He couldn't help but grin too. Minho wished he could take a photo right now. Jisung looked heavenly.

His eyes sparkled so brightly, as if a million of stars were captured inside. His fluffy scarf and ruffled hair made him look like a plushie. The chubby cheeks... Oh dear god, how much did the older love them, if he had the chance he would pepper them with kisses all the time. They were slightly rosie from the cold. His gorgeous smile. The part that Minho loved the most, the part that made him fall for Han.

The boy was flawless. When did he do something so important to receive such a blessing?

-You look so beautiful..., - he started, - like always.
-Aw, hyung... stop this, you're making me feel shy..
-I love it when you're flustered.
-Hyung!, - he whined, a breathy laugh escaping from his lungs.

Minho felt his heart swelling. One day it will definitely explode from all the love and break his lungs into a thousand pieces.

Jisung is his first and only love. His first and only everything. No one will ever be like him. No one will ever fill the voids in his heart like him. No one will ever make him feel like this. He didn't need future if the younger wouldn't be there with him.

In the whole world he wouldn't find someone like him.

Someone as loving, as caring, as kind, as supportive. Someone as pretty as a field full of flowers. Someone as breathtaking as the mountain Everest. Someone, whose voice is as sweet as honey.
Han is his safe space. His spring afternoon in the middle of January. His oasis in the middle of a desert. Han is his.

-Minho-ya! Are you still here with me?, - the one laughs, a cloud of vapour coming out from him.
-Ah..?, - he tilts his head.

The younger giggles again, sliding his hands up to cup the other's cheeks,

-You zoned out again, 자기야, - he stands on his tiptoes, pecking the older's cold nose.
-I was just... thinking.
-You're always "just thinking", share your thoughts with me sometimes, I would be grateful you know...

They both melt in a smile, before Jisung ends the gap between them quickly, kissing Minho. It was soft and innocent. Their lips will probably be even more chapped from this tomorrow, though they don't care. At least Minho doesn't, knowing that Han will definitely sneak a lip balm into his pocket, while they walk to school. They part after a little, grinning happily.

The younger's phone rings, it was his mother calling.
-Don't you feel like it's time to go home, Hannie?
-Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. We're already saying our goodbyes.
-Okay. Say hi to Minho!

The older smiles, hearing what the woman said. Jisung put the phone away, pulling Minho in a tight hug after. They stand like that, slowly rocking from side to side.

-I don't want to go..., - the shorter whispers.
-We'll see each other tomorrow, sweetheart. I'm gonna call you once I get home.
-But I need you to be present, right beside me..
-I'm always there with you, - he pressed a kiss onto his temple.
-I love you, - the boy says as they tear apart.
-I love you too, Sungie.

Another small peck, before Han walked inside the house. Minho stood at his place, waiting. The neighbourhood was completely silent.

After a quick moment he hears the familiar sound. It was Jisung opening the window. He blew a kiss to his lover, his face tinted red and hair disheveled. The older smiled, as his heart started aching again. The boy was too cute. He waved his hand, starting to walk away. Evenings like that one were another reason to live.

Jisung was his another reason to live.

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A/n: aaaa
Wrote this in less than an hour. Didn't check for spelling errors.

I feel like this turned cute and nicely worded. I'm in my "missing my ex girlfriend" phase rn, so don't mind if there will be a lot of short, memory-like, stories😛