mistakes like this | minsung ✗

chapter eighteen.

↳ jisung's pov ⋆｡˚

minho is my friend. we're friends.

to think that i'll never be his friend to actually being his friend now, made me so happy. i couldn't believe it. we're actually friends. i mean, i think we are. he did say we are. i heard him say it, and he smiled at me too..! which clearly made us friends now.

i think this is actually the best thing so far.

i don't think i've ever felt this happy before.

seungmin is trying to talk to me but my mind can't stop going back to minho's face. to his expression when he said we were friends.

i wanted to go talk to him.

but i know i couldn't.

i still wanted to be with seungmin. and i wasn't go after minho just because he said we're friends. which means, i have to brush that off for now.

i look at seungmin, fondly.

i notice the way his lips curve into a smile. "what?" he asks, chuckling softly.

i shrug my shoulders halfheartedly and make my towards him. he's sitting on his bed, i sit on his lap. his hands grab my waist and i nuzzle my face on his blonde locks. "i love you," i have the urge to tell him.

i hear his tender laughter bubble out of him and my heart squeezes even more. "i love you as well," he says, and his hands faintly slide up my arms and i meet his gaze. hearing him say those words back makes me feel so happy. so loved.

he stares at me attentively, i stare back calmly. then, he leans in and kisses my lips softly.

i melt into his touch. kissing back slowly so i can savior the feeling for later. the next minute, he's laying me down on his bed and his kisses are deepening inside me.

i grasp onto his shirt, pulling him even closer. his lips are harsher now, rougher.

i gasp when i feel his hands up my shirt and trailing down on my skin, goosebumps follow along his touch. he pulls away and kisses down my jaw, lower to my throat and then his touch is everywhere around my body.

my heart races in complete attraction.

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it's dark out by the time i walk out of seungmin's house and walk down the street to the place i parked my car.

as i am walking, someone grabs my arm and i jolt away in defense. i spring my body around and i'm surprised to see minho standing in front of me.

"minho...!" i say in surprise.

"hi," he says, and then he nods towards the empty street. "you leaving?" minho asks.

"yeah," i sheepishly say in response.

he strolls along, "i'll walk you to your car."

i want to tell him that's not really necessary but i hold back my tongue and instead let it go away. i guess we can talk now. but silence stretches too soon between us as we both walk side by side each other through the quiet solitary neighborhood street.

i suddenly remember something.

"oh, right. um...i have this play thing on saturday. i wanted to invite you along...but i don't know if you can make it and i'd understand if you can't come by but it's um, at seven in the evening," i informed him.

minho looks at me closely, as if he were study my face. i try not let my nervous heart etch my features.

"okay," he softly says. "i'll be there. you'll just have to send me the address."