Save me.. ||MINSUNG HIGH SCHOOL AU

The Edge of Everything

Jisung's breathing was a shallow rasp, every inhale sounding more fragile than the last. Blood soaked through Minho's hands, warm and slick, no matter how hard he pressed to stop it.

"Stay awake, Jisung," Minho whispered frantically, his voice cracking. "Don't you dare close your eyes. You hear me?"

Jisung's eyelids fluttered, his face pale and glistening with sweat. His lips parted, but no words came out, just a weak gasp for air.

"No. No, no, no," Minho whispered, panic clawing at his chest. His hands trembled as he cradled Jisung's face, wiping the damp hair from his forehead.

Felix stood nearby, frozen with terror, his eyes flicking down the hall where the footsteps were closing in. There was no time left.

Jisung's gaze drifted up to Minho, dazed and glassy, his lips barely moving. "Minho..."

And that was when Minho felt it—everything he had fought so hard to deny crashing into him at once. The years of rivalry, all the insults, the endless fights—it had all been a way to hide what he couldn't say.

Because the truth was, Minho cared. He had *always* cared. And now, when it was almost too late, he couldn't hold it back any longer.

"I need you," Minho whispered, his voice breaking, tears spilling down his cheeks. "Please don't leave me."

Jisung's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut.

No.

Without thinking, without hesitation, Minho leaned down and pressed his lips to Jisung's in a desperate kiss. It was shaky and full of fear, but everything he had ever wanted to say was in that kiss—I'm sorry. I care about you. Don't go.

For a second, everything else—the fear, the blood, the footsteps—disappeared. It was just Minho and Jisung, and the world narrowed to the warmth of that fleeting connection.

Then—

"There!"

Felix's panicked shout yanked Minho back to reality. He tore away from Jisung just in time to see a figure burst around the corner, gun raised.

But before the shooter could fire—

"FREEZE! DROP YOUR WEAPON!"

A wave of police officers stormed down the hall, guns drawn. The shooter spun around, startled, and in the chaos, a crack echoed—this time not from the shooter's gun but from the armed officers.

The shooter fell to the ground, disarmed and neutralized in seconds.

It was over.

Felix let out a strangled breath of relief, collapsing against the wall. Minho, still holding Jisung tightly, looked down at him with wild, tear-filled eyes.

"You're okay," Minho whispered, brushing his thumb along Jisung's cheek. "You're okay, we're safe."

Jisung's lips twitched, just barely, into the ghost of a smile. "That kiss... was dramatic as hell," he muttered weakly, his voice rasping but alive.

Minho let out a shaky laugh, tears spilling over as he rested his forehead against Jisung's. "Yeah, well, you were dying. I had to do something."

The sound of paramedics rushing down the hall filled the air, but in that moment, all Minho cared about was the boy in his arms—the boy who had driven him crazy, made him furious, and stolen his heart without even realizing it.

And now, somehow, they had survived.

Together.

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To be continued...