That same day, later in the evening
Jisung was lying face-down on his bed, kicking his legs and screaming into a pillow.
“I literally made out with Minho hyung… what the actual hell…”
His phone buzzed. A text from Minho.
> “I’m coming to pick you up. Be ready in 10.”
Jisung stared at the message like it was a bomb.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN BE READY? BE READY FOR WHAT? BE READY TO DIE? BE READY TO KISS AGAIN? BE READY FOR A WEDDING???”
There was a knock on the door. He froze.
Too late.
He opened the door. There stood Minho, casually dressed, hands in his hoodie pocket, eyes fixed on Jisung.
“Come with me.”
“I—what—where are we—”
“Do you ever just shut up?” Minho said, smirking. “Let’s go.”
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They walked for about 10 minutes. Jisung was freaking out the whole time. Minho, on the other hand, was calm.
Finally, they reached a quiet rooftop, fairy lights strung above, a couple of fold-out chairs and snacks.
“What the hell is this?”
Minho looked slightly nervous for once. “I just… thought we could talk.”
Jisung blinked. “You made out with me last night, vanished at midnight, and now you bring me to a rooftop date?! You got issues.”
Minho chuckled. “So you do think it is a date.”
“I—No???”
There was a pause.
Minho sat on one of the chairs, patting the one next to him. Jisung hesitated… then sat.
Silence.
Then—
“I meant it.”
Jisung turned. “What?”
“The kiss. I know it was a dare but…” Minho looked away. “It didn’t feel fake. Not to me.”
Jisung’s heart went crazy.
“Okay… but then you disappeared at midnight like fucking Cinderella but in a suit.”
Minho laughed. “It was... urgent. I can’t tell you everything yet, but… you’ll know eventually.”
“That’s not suspicious at all,” Jisung muttered.
“Trust me?” Minho asked softly.
Jisung glanced at him.
“...I do. Kinda hate that I do. But yeah.”
Minho smiled. “Good.”
Jisung rolled his eyes. “God you’re such a flirt.”
“And you’re cute when you’re flustered.”
“SHUT U-"
Minho kissed the corner of his lips.
Jisung went stiff.
“You’re evil.”
Minho winked. "I’m your evil.”
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Love you dangerously | Minsung
FanfictionMinho's hand trembled slightly as he cupped Jisung's cheek. "I want to tell you everything. I swear. But not yet. Just a little more time, baby." "You keep saying that," Jisung whispered. "But every day you come back looking like you barely made it...
