nurse's office | minsung ✓

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The sun had begun to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the beach. Waves lapped gently at the shore, and the salty breeze tousled Jisung's hair as he and Minho raced along the sand, laughter filling the air. Jisung felt alive, the joyous adrenaline coursing through him as he pulled Minho along, their feet barely leaving a mark in the fine grains.

"Come on, Minho! Keep up!" Jisung teased, glancing back at Minho, who was slightly out of breath but sporting a wide grin.

"Give me a second!" Minho chuckled, but Jisung only giggled and sprinted ahead, his heart soaring with happiness.

After a few moments of playful running, Minho managed to catch up to him. He grabbed Jisung's wrist, gently pulling him to a stop. They stood there, panting, the sound of the waves crashing in the background, creating a serene melody that wrapped around them.

"Okay, okay, I need to talk to you," Minho said, his tone shifting from playful to serious. He intertwined their fingers, the warmth of his palms grounding Jisung.

"Yes?" Jisung asked, his playful demeanor fading, replaced with curiosity. He noticed the glint in Minho's eyes, a mix of determination and tenderness.

Minho took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "You know how much you mean to me, right?" he began, his voice soft yet steady.

Jisung nodded, feeling a rush of warmth in his chest. "Of course. You mean a lot to me too, Minho."

Minho smiled, but there was a seriousness in his gaze that made Jisung's heart race. "I've been thinking a lot about us. About how we've been through so much together, how we've supported each other through everything...and I just can't help but feel that there's something more."

Jisung's breath hitched, a wave of emotion crashing over him. He could sense the weight of Minho's words, the depth of his feelings.

"I—" Minho continued, squeezing Jisung's hands tighter, "I want you to know that I'm not just here as your friend. I wanna be more than that. I wanna be the one you can lean on, the one who makes you smile, the one who gets to call you his."

Jisung's heart raced, the words hanging in the air like magic. He could feel the truth in Minho's voice, the sincerity that radiated from him. "Minho..." Jisung paused, smiling a bit too sweetly for Minho's liking.

"I've wanted you to be more than a friend ever since I moved in with you. I also wanted to be more than a friend to you. You are the one that I lean on, the one that makes me feel like I have a reason to live. Please, call me yours. I wanna be all yours." he admitted, his cheeks warming. "I just didn't know how to tell you."

A radiant smile broke across Minho's face, and relief washed over him. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jisung's eyes sparkled with joy as he nodded and squeezed Minho's hands back. "I've liked you for a while now. You make me feel safe, and I don't want to lose that."

Minho stepped closer, their bodies almost touching, the warmth radiating between them. "Then let's not lose it," he said, his voice filled with hope. "Let's be together, officially."

"Together," Jisung repeated, his heart soaring. "I'd love that."

Without another word, Minho leaned in, snaking his arms around Jisung's waist, closing the distance between them. Their lips met softly, the kiss filled with sweetness and warmth, a perfect blend of everything they had felt for each other. Jisung's hands immediately shifted to Minho's shoulders. It felt like the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, bound by their shared emotions.

When they pulled away, Jisung's eyes shone with happiness, a bright smile lighting up his face. "I can't believe we're finally here," he said, laughter bubbling up within him.

Minho chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from Jisung's face. "Neither can I. But it feels right, doesn't it?"

"Absolutely," Jisung replied, feeling a sense of completeness that he hadn't known before. They stood there for a moment, hand in hand, watching the waves crash against the shore, the stars beginning to twinkle in the twilight sky above.

"I've wanted this for so long," Minho confessed, a playful smile on his lips. "Now we just need to figure out how to keep you from running away from me on the beach next time."

Jisung laughed, the sound filling the night air. "You'll just have to keep up!"

Minho grinned and suddenly pulled Jisung close again, capturing his lips in another kiss. This one was deeper, more passionate, and Jisung melted against him, gripping Minho's shoulders even more to prevent losing himself in the moment. When they broke apart, both breathless, Jisung looked up at Minho, his heart racing.

"Maybe we should practice kissing more often," Jisung suggested playfully, his cheeks flushed.

"I'm all for it," Minho replied, a teasing glint in his eye. He leaned in again, pressing his lips to Jisung's forehead, then his cheeks, trailing soft kisses until he returned to Jisung's lips.

Jisung giggled, feeling lighter than air. "You're such a dork, you know that?"

Minho chuckled, wrapping his arms around Jisung's waist and pulling him closer. "A dork who's madly in love with you."

Feeling bold, Jisung leaned up on his tiptoes, capturing Minho's lips once more. The kiss was sweet and tender, filled with all the unspoken words that had been lingering between them.

As they finally pulled away, Jisung looked into Minho's eyes, sparkling with joy. "I don't want this moment to end."

"Neither do I," Minho replied, brushing his thumb across Jisung's cheek. "But we have all night. How about we make the most of it?"

Jisung nodded enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear. "Let's do it! Can we walk along the shore? I want to make more memories with you."

"Of course," Minho said, taking Jisung's hand in his again, their fingers interlacing perfectly. They strolled along the beach, the moonlight guiding their way as they exchanged soft kisses and gentle laughter, each one deepening the connection they had just established.

With each kiss, each smile, and each whispered word, Jisung knew this was the beginning of something beautiful. He had found his home in Minho, and he couldn't wait to explore what their future held together.

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