Sweetheart (Minsung)

23. In the Darkness of an Alleyway

When the elder pulls into the driveway Jisung gets out first, Eun following suit.

"I'm just going to go for a walk." He announces, turning to walk away.

"Okay. Come back if you feel like it." The other mumbles back as he unlocks the door and disappears from view. The boy strolls down the path with his hands in his pockets to be protected from the brisk air.

Streetlamps turn on one by one around him, illuminating the way ahead. He absentmindedly walks for a while, kicking stones in front of him. A figure ahead catches his attention, making him squint to see who it is.

They're leaning against a flickering light pole which only allows a second to see who it is before shrouding them in darkness again. The light flicks on, revealing the red lips Jisung loves the taste of so much. He smiles at the figure who tilts his own head to meet the boy's eyes, his usual smirk playing on his lips.

The younger starts towards him, getting close enough to see a mischievous glint in his eyes. Before he can say anything, Minho grabs his wrist and starts running, almost dragging the boy with him. As they near an alleyway, he darts into it, pulling Jisung in too and pushing him against the wall.

The elder captures his lips, kissing him as the boy's hands wrap around his neck to pull him closer. Minho slides his leg in between the younger's, making him gasp. He takes this opportunity and pushes his tongue through, causing both to fight for dominance.

Jisung gives in, melting more into his hold, the hands on his waist that feel like the only reason he's still standing right now. His warmth, one he hadn't felt for a long time. A touch that would leave a burn that would last, a burn to light up his soul.

Minho lifted his hand slightly, pushing up the boy's shirt and gliding his hand up his waist. He makes small circling motions up and down his side. It feels like a fire being ignited along his skin, one that seeps through to his blood stream and up to his heart.

Eun's touch was cold, even through whatever he wore it felt like ice. But this, this was different. Magical. Passionate. They pull back, panting with slightly swollen lips. 

"We shouldn't be doing this." Jisung breathes out, using his hand to brush some hair from the elder's face.

"Do you want to stop?" Minho replies, continuing to caress his waist in a way that drives him crazy. The younger doesn't hesitate.

"No." He pulls him back, smashing their lips together again and feeling the other smirk into the kiss. Jisung keeps them together, only pulling back for a moment to breath before chasing the feeling of his lips again. He wants this moment to last forever. To be imprinted in his mind.

Minho pulls away, staying just an inch in front of the younger's face, causing him to let out an annoyed whine. His hand ghosts up his side and arm, eventually reaching one of the boy's own and interlocking their fingers.

"Should we talk about this?" He asks, gently rubbing his thumb on the other's.

"Do we have to?" Jisung sighs, leaning his head on the elder's shoulder.

"Well, technically, you're cheating on your boyfriend." The younger pulls back looking into his eyes with a stern look.

"I stopped considering him my boyfriend when he stopped considering me a human being." Minho freezes for a moment, just staring into his eyes but not being able to respond. Jisung looks away at the silence, unsure if he should've been so honest.

A finger hooked under his chin gently brings his attention back to the other.

"Do you want to go to the park?" He asks with a soft smile. The younger nods and the two leave the dark place, hand together and swinging in between them playfully. The walk is short, and they soon arrive at the empty playground, one swing moving in the slight breeze.

Jisung picks a swing, sitting on it and kicking the ground slightly to start swinging, letting out a small laugh. Minho smiles at him, picking the swing next to the boy and starting to swing himself. The two were now swinging in opposite ways, laughing about any jokes they would say.

When the younger was high enough, he jumped off, landing and stumbling a bit before pointing to the platform where the slide was.

"Race you there!" He yells at the still swinging elder, who immediately jumped off as well and chased him up the stairs that led to the top of the slide. He tackled the boy, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and pulling him to the floor where they erupted in laughter. 

Jisung playfully hit his arm and scooted to lean against a pole, Minho doing the same opposite him. The younger looked up at the stars, trying to count them in his mind.

"Sweetheart?" His heart flutters at the nickname, and he turns to face the elder.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He knows what he is referring to but doesn't know if he can talk about it. The boy feels a hand on his, squeezing it comfortingly.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I just want to help you." Minho says, giving him a small smile. Jisung quickly moves forward and hugs him, holding the elder tight. Without saying a thing, the other knows what he means and hugs him back.

"It's getting late, I should get home." He whispers, moving to stand up and pulling Minho up too. The elder ruffles hair before sliding down the slide and waiting for Jisung, who smiles and slides down too, grabbing his hand and starting the short walk home.

He wishes he could stay with Minho. He wishes moments like these would last a lifetime. He wishes he didn't have to go back to Eun. He wishes it was easy to break up with him.

He wishes a lot of things.

But not all wishes can come true.

A/N

Here's how I think the playground would kind of look like, but you can imagine it how you want<3