secret love

30| bittersweet

The morning light crept through the hotel room curtains, casting a warm glow on the tranquil space. Soft rays danced across the walls, banishing the remnants of night's shadows.

Jisung drifted in and out of sleep, his body weary from the illness. He wasn't aware of his surroundings, lost in a haze of fatigue.

As he slowly regained consciousness, he sensed a presence close to him. The warmth and proximity were comforting, but he couldn't quite place it.

His eyelids fluttered open, and he looked up to find Minho's face inches from his. Their bodies were entwined, Minho's arms wrapped gently around him.

For a moment, Jisung simply existed in that space, taking in the unfamiliar proximity. The soft rise and fall of Minho's chest, the gentle pressure of his arms, and the warmth of his breath on Jisung's skin.

Minho's eyes were closed, his expression serene. Jisung's gaze lingered on his face, tracing the contours of his features.

As reality seeped in, Jisung's thoughts swirled. When had Minho gotten so close? Why was he hugging him?

Before he could process his emotions, Minho stirred, his eyes opening to meet Jisung's.

Their gazes locked, and for an instant, time stood still. Jisung's heart skipped a beat. His chest tightened, and his breath caught.

His eyes searched Minho's, questioning the moment.

Jisung's pulse quickened, his heart racing like a wild animal. His skin tingled, aware of every point of contact with Minho's body.

A fluttering sensation took up residence in his chest, like delicate wings beating rapidly. Jisung's mind struggled to keep pace with his racing emotions.

Jisung's lips parted, attempting to form words, but his voice caught in his throat. The unexpected closeness left him breathless, speechless.

"M-Min......" he stuttered, his voice barely audible.

Minho's gaze never wavered, his eyes locked onto Jisung's. His arm remained draped around Jisung's back, a warm, comforting weight.

Jisung's tongue felt heavy, his mouth dry. He tried again, but words faltered, lost in the silence.

Trapped in Minho's gaze, Jisung's awareness heightened. He felt Minho's gentle breath on his skin, the soft pressure of Minho's arm, the warmth of their entwined bodies

The bed seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them, suspended in this fragile moment.

Jisung's heart pounded, his pulse racing against Minho's arm. Minho's grip tightened, a subtle reassurance.

" Why......" jisung uttered incomplete, his gaze blink in confusion.

Amidst the shock and confusion, Jisung felt a pang of familiarity. A long-forgotten sense of closeness resurfaced, transporting him back to a time when friendship was effortless.

The warmth of Minho's arm around him stirred a deep nostalgia. Jisung's heart ached, missing the bond they once shared.

For a fleeting moment, the past and present blurred. Jisung forgot the pain, the distance, and the misunderstandings.

All that remained was the comforting feeling of Minho's presence.

Minho's gaze held Jisung's, his eyes softening as he sensed the shift in Jisung's emotions

Without a word, Minho gently released Jisung from the embrace, his arm sliding away. He sat up, his movements deliberate, giving Jisung space.

Minho's shoulders tensed, his face warming further. The awkwardness was palpable, yet strangely comforting. Minho's secrecy was undone, revealing a hidden truth.