Minho was back to his usual self that morning. Cool, unreadable, munching cereal like he didn’t just disappear again last night.
Jisung narrowed his eyes from across the table.
“…You know I’m not stupid, right?”
Minho raised an eyebrow. “Debatable.”
“Seriously.” Jisung set his spoon down with a clink. “You left again. In the middle of the night. No explanation. You came back with a weird wound on your hand. Don’t even lie, I saw it.”
Minho looked at the bandaged knuckle and sighed. “I tripped.”
“Tripped… on what? A goddamn knife factory??” Jisung snapped.
Minho smirked. “Cute when you’re mad.”
Jisung stood up. “Don’t distract me with flirting. This is serious.”
“Oh, now it’s serious?” Minho mocked lightly. “We kissed once.”
“Twice,” Jisung corrected before realizing and his ears turned red. “not the point!”
He walked over and hovered near Minho, eyes locked onto him. “You’re hiding something. And I’m not gonna drop it this time.”
Minho paused, then leaned back in his chair. “You don’t need to know everything about me, Jisung.”
“…Maybe I want to,” Jisung said quietly.
That hit a nerve.
Minho looked up slowly, tension in his jaw. “It’s not safe. That’s all I’ll say.”
Jisung blinked. “Not safe? Minho, what the hell are you into?”
Before Minho could answer, his phone buzzed. A name popped up: “CB97 🧨”
Jisung tilted his head, confused. “Who’s CB97?”
Minho panicked for a millisecond but masked it with a yawn. “Some nerd from a group project.”
Jisung wasn’t buying it. “At midnight?”
Minho stood, avoiding the stare. “I have class in ten. Later.”
As the door clicked shut behind him, Jisung stared after him.
He pulled out his own phone and searched for his name.
Hyunjin.
“Hey. Can we talk?”
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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...
