only in my mind|| minsung

Fifty Two🌷

Seeing Jisung made Minho extremely happy.

The moment he stood foot in his dorm, the moment he saw Jisung's head pop in around the door - he felt full of energy.

He really was like the sunshine after the rain.

He hated christmas especially since his family was so fucked.

"Minho!" Jisung rushed over, Minho opened his arms for a hug "Jisung!"

They embraced each other happily. Jisung smiled "I've missed you!" he looked up at him.

Minho paused for a moment before closing the gap and kissing him. Jisung was taken back from the gesture.

Minho pulled back and smiled "Me too" he whispered before kissing him again. Jisung dropped one of his bags to the floor as he let himself go and indulge in Minho.

He really felt like they were boyfriends. He knew they weren't but he could dream.

He pulled back "How was Christmas?" he asked softly leaning his forehead against Minho's. He knew he also had to bring up what he saw at his house that night of his birthday.

Minho sighed before trying to kiss him again. "Ji~" he sounded desperate. Jisung traced his thumb over Minho's lip "How was it?"

"Boring, but now I got you" Minho went to try kiss him again. Jisung decided to drop the topic. He didn't want to ask it so quickly.

"Really missed me that much?" He chuckled. Minho hummed, moving his head to kiss Jisung's neck instead. "Ah-" Jisung mumbled out.

Minho began to bite and suck the skin lightly, wasting no time in leaving simple kisses.

He didn't know how much he craved Jisung but here he was, holding him, kissing him, intoxicated by him.

It was in that moment Minho clicked everything in his head, joined the dots and finally admitted it to himself.

He liked Jisung.

That sudden realisation had been equally terrifying, exciting yet it felt shameful.

He couldn't like his best friend that would be so odd... Right? He didn't know.

He didn't know why he wanted to kiss Jisung so badly but it was clear to his mind and body he needed it.

He pulled Jisung closer to him by the hips - knowing Jisung loved that place. He went back to kissing his lips again covering the noises Jisung was letting out.

But that's when Jisung started to sense a sort of tobacco smell off of Minho. He was so entranced with the kissing he only began to smell it.

He pulled back and cupped Minho's face looking at him with confused eyes.

He recalled his dad telling him that Minho smoked but he didn't want to believe him.

Minho looked at him for a moment - breathless.

"Min..." Jisung mumbled caressing his thumb over Minho's cheek. Minho pulled him closer again "Yeah?"

"Have you been.. Smoking?"

Jisung watched the colour drain from Minho's face, his eyes widened a little, his grip let go of Jisung's hips and he stood back.

"What are you talking about?" he tried to laugh it off but he knew himself the way he reacted was enough to tell.

Jisung tilted his head " You never told me you smoked" He mumbled a little disappointed that Minho's parents were right.

Minho sighed "I don't do it all the time... Only when I'm stressed out" he explained looking down. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I thought I'd be able to stop fully"

Jisung shook his head "I don't care if you smoke or not Min" he gave a small smile.

Should he really bring up what he saw on Minho's birthday now?

"Your parents told me that you smoked" He admitted and if Minho could go any paler - he did.

In fact, his entire demeanor shifted to one Jisung never saw before.

Utter and complete fear.

"W-What?" He was barely audible. Jisung shook his head "No.. No it's nothing really, I think it just slipped" he was more concerned at how Minho reacted that he didn't want to continue.

Minho shook his head "There's clearly something more to it... They wouldn't say shit about me only if..." it clicked in his head.

Jisung stayed still. He didn't dare look at Minho.

"You know... Don't you?"

Jisung remained silent.

"You know my parents are alcoholics and druggies... Right?" He asked plainly. Jisung slowly nodded.

Minho ran a hand through his hair and cursed under his breath. "I fucking knew it..." he felt like he was about to cry.

So much for feeling better when he was with Jisung, now his parents had gotten to him and all Minho could think is that Jisung would look at him differently.

"Hyung-"

"Can we talk about it later? I'm gonna put away some stuff" Minho rushed to his room quickly. Jisung reached out his hand to try stop him but he didn't.

The slam of Minho's door was the only noise that followed.

Jisung sighed.

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