Hey Jagi ! -'Minsung'

'𝘽𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚'

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Jisung's pov

No Han Jisung, he's just your best friend. I kept repeating to myself.

No way I would fall for Minho, that easily.

We always shared rooms, clothes, etc why would i fall for him right now?

"Oh hi, Sungie" I heard Changbin say thru the phone.

I walked to Minho's bed and sat next to him to Facetime our friends.

"Hi Bin" I responded while waving and smiling at him through the camera.

We kept talking and laughing for long minutes until I started feeling sleepy so I remained quiet for the rest of the conversation.

The night then went pretty quickly as we kept talking about everything pretty much, I was feeling sleepy so I just laid my head on Minho's chest hoping he wouldn't mind.

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"Hana?" I heard Minho's soft voice say, I could feel his hot breath on my skin. He smells so good even in my dreams, I thought.

"Jisungie?" I heard again.

Why does this dream feel so real?

I started squirting my eyes. I opened them slowly revealing a hot pretty guy with a soft smile on his face staring at me while my head was lying on his lap.

"HUH? What hour is it" I rushed to try to get off his lap and sat on the bed.

While I was still trying to wake up fully I heard Minho say behind me "Only 4 am, you can come back to sleep."  

 How could his voice be as soft as honey? 

I turned around trying to face him, until he took me by the waist and pulled me slightly to him while he was laying down on his bed.

"What are you doing," I said frustrated by the action.  "Nothing i just want my Hannie to sleep next to me." 

And that was the last thing I heard before letting my head rest on his chest, I'm pretty sure he was still staring at me while playing faintly with my hair.

I was already asleep but still thinking about how come I suddenly started to have feelings for Minho, we were always so close, on every occasion together, I mean yes there was some tension but I never really paid attention to it.

It's useless anyway, my parents would never accept me being gay.

Neither Minho likes me in that way, nor do I want a relationship.

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It was already 7 in the morning. I could smell something balmy and sweet coming from the dorm's kitchen. I turned around to see no Minho next to me. I figured out he was probably doing coffee and pancakes by the smell.