Jisung finally got up,walking to the convenience store...hoping to see minho there
"You're here" minho was checking out the expired food items
"Well,we made the plan but didn't even exchanged numbers,I thought I'd find you here" jisung folded his arms as he leaned against the door
Minho took his phone from him,writing down his number,handing it back to him and moving the boxes
Jisung looked at his phone,a smile appeared on his face,his ears going quiet red as he saw a heart infront of minho's name.....his maybe he likes me thoughts came back,but he pushed them away,trying not to ruin a good friendship..he doesn't even know they were friends or not
"What are you thinking?" Minho's fingers landed on his chin,slowly moving his head up...their eyes met,and how soft their gaze was at each other
"Nothing"
"My shift will end in an hour,are you sure you won't get bored?"
"I can help you" jisung placed his phone back in his pocket
"Okay"
They both got to work again,minho took over the billing as jisung kept the expired food containers in the box
"Where do I throw them?" Jisung stood infront of minho...minho hesitated a little but told him to keep in the back room,he really didn't want to say anything about the fact he would eat those
"Who's this?" The boy infront of minho asked,he was also wearing the same t-shirt as minho,jisung assumed that he worked there
"A friend" jisung smiled as minho said that....
"Well we should get going" minho went back to the room,jisung just followed him
Jisung bursted the door open,his eyes got stuck at minho's bare back
Jisung's eyes surveyed minho's body,how built his structure was,how his body would feel against his dainty waist,how his brawny arms hold onto him
minho heard the door and moved around,frowning a little
Jisung snapped back and closed the door,his ears were burning as he tried to hold back his smile,waiting outside for minho
Minho on the other side was still shocked,everything happened so quickly
"Did he just saw me naked....well half naked" he muttered to himself
His ears were red,his cheeks...his whole face,his lips curling into a lopsided grin
after a minute minho came back,in his regular t-shirt...they both looked at each other,silence filling up in between them
"Let's go" minho cleared his throat,trying to hide his small smile
"Here we are,it's small" minho chuckled
"It's alright" Jisung's eyes wandered around his house
"Minho?" Faded voice of his voice came from the room
"Dad....this is my friend,jisung" he said as jisung bowed in front of him
"Do you need anything?" Minho asked him again..
"I'm fine,just close the door when you leave"
Minho slowly grabbed Jisung's hands,he got a little shocked but held him back,their hands were gentle but still had strong grip on each other,minho dragged him upstairs to his room
"This looks.....nice" jisung admired his room
"You like it?" Minho glanced at jisung,who was looking around his room
"Loved it" he gave him a polite smile
Jisung walked towards the window,admiring the place outside,minho's house might be smaller than his,but his house felt like a home to jisung
Jisung felt minho standing right behind him,he turned his head back a little catching minho's gaze on him,jisung surveyed his face...how pretty.
His body softened as minho held him from the back,moving his chin towards the window
"The sun looks so pretty today" he pointed towards the sky,jisung nodded in response
"I'm jealous of you....this room looks pretty" minho chuckled at pouting jisung,pinching his nose slightly
"You can visit anytime you want" jisung grabbed the opportunity to hold the elder's hands that flung on both of his side,he gently pulled him,minho flinched a little at his sudden actions but stayed there,jisung softly wrapped minho's hands around his waist,minho closed his eyes slowly,his body and mind melting in a position of cavernous serenity,his negative thoughts drifted away from him,the fragrance of Jisung's body soothed him...he felt relieved.
His fingers trailed Jisung's waist,how his body was so delicate against his
Jisung gasped due to the sudden intimacy between both,he threw his head back a little,resting on minho's shoulder,they both stood their in a state of silence...
Jisung turned a little,his eyes trailed to minho's lips,his hands moving to minho's chin,minho looked at jisung,his eyes were desperate for him
Jisung leaned closer to minho,their lips being only an inch apart,breathing against each other,jisung lost his control,slowly standing in front of minho,he rested his forehead on minho's,their eyes still being closed,jisung leaned in hesitating a little,their lips almost brushed against each other,jisung's thumb played with minho's jawline....jisung was about to make a move but minho stepped back suddenly
Jisung snapped his eyes open at a sudden response by minho
Maybe he got the wrong signal
His mind again flooded by second thoughts
"I'm sorry" jisung said as he made his way out,walking downstairs,tears rolled down his eyes..
Did jisung just ruined everything?
minho
His hands brushed by jawline,his lips almost touching mine...It felt like someone covered me in a protective blanket,far away from the actuality of this world
I surrendered myself to my body and heart for a while,his touch was intuitive that I forgot about everything....it was like he took away all my worries
But for a second my mind took me back to reality,jisung moved closer to my lips....
But
But i stepped back,he looked at me....his eyes glinted a little,tears forming in his eyes
I hate myself for this...how could I hurt him?the only person who made me feel better,how could I hurt that innocent heart?
I didn't want to hurt him...I never wanted to
My heart clenched,my thorat felt heavy....I couldn't say anything
He made his way downstairs after apologizing...he shouldn't be the one saying sorry,I should've ,I felt weak,I wanted to stop him but i let him go....
I didn't want to hold him for few moments of comfort if in the end i was going to drift apart for him
Wouldn't that hurt him more?
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dying heart | minsung
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