Minho and Jisung-two stars in the same orbit, bound by friendship yet aching for more.
Minho chases a dream his father rejects, torn between ambition and forbidden love.
Jisung, the perfect son, hides his longing behind a flawless smile.
In a w...
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Song of the chapter:Show me how By Men i trust
Chapter: 14
The car hummed steadily down the empty street, the evening breeze rolling in through the cracked window, carrying the faint scent of summer and fresh rain. Minho's fingers drummed lazily on the steering wheel, his eyes gliding across the road with a relaxed focus. Beside him, Jisung was already humming along to the familiar tune blaring from the radio.
"Ahh, this one's my favorite!" Jisung suddenly said, his voice a mixture of excitement and nostalgia. He glanced at Minho, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. Without waiting for any kind of cue, he started to sing—loudly, and off-key, but without a hint of self-consciousness. "Kimi no subete ga—!"
Minho let out a soft chuckle, shooting a quick look at Jisung before rolling his eyes. "You're really doing this again, huh? I swear, you butcher every Japanese song that comes on."
Jisung didn't seem offended in the slightest. Instead, he threw a grin in Minho's direction, his voice growing louder as he belted out the lyrics. "Hey, I'm practically fluent by now, Min. Just wait, I'll be performing on stage soon."
Minho smirked, shaking his head as he focused back on the road, the teasing smile on his lips betraying his amusement. "Yeah, sure, Ji. You're going to be the next J-pop sensation with that Japanese of yours."
"I'm telling you," Jisung argued, "I have the soul of a true artist."
With a roll of his eyes, Minho reached over to turn up the volume, letting the song take over the air around them. They both sank into the soft beat, the light-hearted music filling the car with a warmth that made everything feel simple, like there was no tomorrow to worry about.
The moment was fleeting, though. The hum of the music, the subtle rhythm of Jisung's hands tapping along with the melody, and the fleeting joy that only existed between the two of them didn't last forever. Soon enough, the song faded, and the car pulled into the quiet apartment complex.
The door to the apartment clicked open, and the stillness of the night enveloped them. Jisung kicked off his shoes at the door, letting out a small sigh. "Well, that was a ride."
"Yeah, and you almost gave me a heart attack with that baffled Japanese" Minho teased, following Jisung inside.
Jisung grinned but didn't respond, instead heading straight for the living room where the bag with Wooyoung's gift rested on the coffee table. "We should probably pack it up," he said, sitting on the couch and unwrapping the flashy, colorful gadget they'd bought for their friend. The gift was something Wooyoung would absolutely love—a brightly lit, motion-sensitive music player that flashed in sync with the beat, just as energetic and vibrant as he was. Jisung grinned to himself as he carefully prepared it for wrapping. "He's going to love this. It's flashy enough for him, don't you think?"
