LOVE ; minsung

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Jisung walked through the club, fixing his very short outfit he was once again forced to wear. He had gotten many looks by just walking around. He did have some confidence in him.

It was his birthday, not that he was so excited about it. He was a little sad, considering he usually celebrated with his mother when he was a child. But he couldn't do that anymore.

He felt arms around him so suddenly, making him jump.

"Ah! Minho, you scared me.. what are you doing here? I thought you had work?"

Minho laughed, seeing the shaken look on the boys face. The room jisungs entered blocked out the loudness from outside.

"I did, but I clocked out an hour ago." Minho admitted, he sat down on the club couches, looking at jisung, who looked beautiful as ever.

"You look great."

Minho said. He continued to look at jisung, who was adjusting his hair in the mirror. His back was faced to minho. Letting the man see everything, honestly Minho wasn't complaining.

They hung out a couple more times in the week, the tension only getting stronger. "Really? I wasn't sure what to choose, I'm really indecisive." Yet minho just admired jisung as he laughed and talked.

He'd never seen or met anyone like jisung. He was so secretive it made Minho want to know more.

"Wanna come to my place?"

"That sounds suspicious. You're not gonna murder me, right?" Minho asked, a playful gesture, tilting his head. "Hmm.." jisung hummed. He looked around. "Maybe I will." Minho frowned at the response.

Jisung bent down to eye level with the cabinet, looking at the pans. The two were getting ready to make a cake like Minho promised.
Minho had already bought everything and placed it neatly, so they skipped that.

"Do you think this is big enough?" Jisung asked, showing the pan to minhos face. "Yeah, it should be." Minho just watched jisung stand to his feet. He clearly loved baking by the concentration he had.

"You really love doing this, huh?"

"It makes me happy, I love stuff like this." Jisung recalled, he was measuring the ingredients, completely forgetting Minho was there. Honestly, Minho didn't mind. He was more of a cooking person.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, watching jisung so profusely. He only helped with putting the cake in the pan and turning the oven on, jisung did most of the work anyway.

"I think it'll turn out good." Minho smiled.

The two continued to look at eachother, minhos smile faded a little when he noticed how they couldn't stop looking at each other. Fuck how the tension kept going higher when jisung stepped closer,
How the mood changed so quickly.

Jisung leaned in slowly, his lips finding a way to ease onto minhos, finally landing completely on minhos lips. The kiss only was five seconds before Minho held jisungs shoulders gently.

He pushed the boy off slightly, looking away. "Im sorry, I must've read you wrong." Jisung said, his tone whispering out of embarrassment.

He thought minho was feeling mutual. He thought Minho felt the same. He guessed he was wrong.

He ruined his own birthday. "I thought you felt the same."

Minho just watched jisung, who couldn't really contain himself.

"I don't."

Minho simply said.

Jisung just smiled a little, fighting back tears. He felt embarrassed, hurt, and sad all together. He looked back down to the oven, staring at the cake.

"Oh, okay." He said, trying not to feel the angst he felt, but minhos' face looked angry. He felt annoyed because jisung kissed him? Was jisung not what minho wanted?
Minho just faced the oven, not saying anything. Jisung ruined it.

"I don't know much about you, I don't know anything about your family, I've known you for three months, jisung. I can't just like you and date you quick. That's not right."

Minho said honestly.

"Do you want to know me?"

Jisung asked softly. He was obviously nervous. He didn't want to tell Minho everything about him. He would drive Minho away.

"I would like to, but you don't seem to tell me anything. I didn't want to force it out of you." Minho recalled. He just leaned against the counter once more, finding the position comfortable.

There was nothing wrong with jisung. He'd totally get with jisung. He'd love that. In fact, he just didn't understand jisung. He found the boy confusing. He was always at the bar, not explaining why he was there, and if he did for once, it sounded like an excuse

"And you're just really confusing."

Jisung heard.

"I'm just afraid you'll hate me, or not speak to me if you found out, i-ive never had a relationship like this with someone.. you show you care." Jisung said. He said this while looking down to the floor. He felt shameful.

"I'm not a good person- i-im a sex worker. I'm disgusting." Jisung said softly. He didn't even have the courage to look Minho in the eyes, noticing the silence fell even deeper between them.

All he heard was a long rush of air coming from minhos lips, almost like a scoff. Jisung heard minhos footsteps slowly back up. He expected minho to leave, as that's what it sounded like, the sound of the door opening and suddenly closing.

He left.

Jisung just felt the fountain of emotions fall down his cheeks as he looked up completely. He ruined something once more. He hated himself the most now. It was his birthday. What was he thinking telling Minho his deepest secret like that?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.