"Aren't you going to let go of my hand?"
"No... It's warm, I like warm."
A story where Han Jisung, a college student with his degree in Master of Science in medicine, meets a problematic person who loves dancing any chance he gets, Lee Minho, your t...
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"Why is it so though?"
JISUNG'S POV:
"Han-ah."
That voice, the voice that made Jisung's heart to increase its beats and skin crawl. His eyes were closed, he could feel the warmth of the sun on his face, it was so nice. Suddenly though, Jisung opened his eyes looking at his surroundings. There he was. Well...it was impossible not to observe him.
"Minho!" Jisung's voice came out followed by an echo. He was in a forest, usually the only landscapes that made Jisung want to dream more were the beach or just being in a lavender field.
He knew why he felt a warmth embrace him though, it was not the sun whose rays felt like it could set the tall trees on fire. But what made him all warm and ticklish in the inside was the boy in front of him. Dressed in the jaw dropping outfit from the club and cigarette between his lips.
He did not say anything, but he smiled watching the younger who was now taking small steps towards him.
"Han-ah..." His voice was way calmer than Jisung heard him the three times he met him. His usual voice was harsh, cold and sounded indifferent most of the time.
Minho's voice was doing things to Jisung, he was standing right in front of the older right now, tips of their sneakers touching and faces close to one another. The older the cigarette out of his mouth, throwing it somewhere near them as he smiled once again at Jisung.
The smile he gave him when they were getting high off their asses in that alleyway, smiling and giggling at each other. It was weird...in a nice way.
Jisung was poking holes into the older, his attention long gone not noticing Minho approaching his face to his. The younger only realises that when he felt a hint of smoke invading his nostrils.
And he woke up...
All flushed and sweaty body. A terrible headache hitting him the second after as he lifted his upper body, supporting his weight on his elbows.
"Ah...crap-" he whisper-yelled as he felt his head was being crack opened, eyes shut and a frown forming on his face.
"You good there? Do you feel like throwing up?" Jisung was startled by a sleepy voice that came from behind him. He shot up from where he was lying, only then to notice he was not in his room, nor his apartment. He was met with Chan, a grey hood over his head and hands inside the pockets of his shorts, yawning.
"My head h-hurts."
"No shit Sherlock, you got drunk as fuck and high off your ass." Chan said unfazed by the way Jisung was looking.
