Love you dangerously | Minsung

17.

Jisung and Minho decided to hide their relationship from their friends for a while. So, to make it less suspicious, Jisung had the left the room earlier than usual. Minho was still in the shower.

Jisung entered the classroom first, slipping into his usual seat by the window, heart thudding when Minho walked in ten minutes later. He looked too good in that damn black jacket and white tee combo, hair all messy and sharp eyes scanning the room like he owned it.

He gave Jisung a tiny smirk.

"Stop looking at me like that," Jisung muttered under his breath as Minho sat next to him.

"Like what?" Minho leaned in just a bit too close, voice low and smug. "Like I'm in love with my secret boyfriend?"

Jisung's face immediately flushed.

"Don't say that here!" he hissed, elbowing him.

"Relax," Minho whispered, chuckling. "No one heard me... baby."

Jisung let out a choked sound, covering it up with a cough just as Felix flopped down in front of them.

"Good morning, lovebirds," Felix said with a yawn.

Jisung froze. Minho raised a brow.

"...Why would you say that?" Jisung asked way too fast.

Felix blinked. "Uhhh... I meant you and your breakfast. You're literally spooning your cereal like it's your soulmate."

"There is no cereal here."

"Exactly," Felix shrugged. "Romantic starvation."

Minho barely held in a laugh. Jisung shot him a glare under the table and kicked his ankle. Minho just slid his foot forward and hooked it around Jisung's.

Oh, that smug bastard.

The morning dragged on with stolen glances, hidden smiles, and Minho casually brushing his fingers along Jisung's hand when no one was looking.

But it was too good to last.

Lunch break.

They were sitting on a table, under the tree near the courtyard. Minho on his phone, Jisung pretending to scroll through music, Seungmin eating his sandwich in peace.

Then Hyunjin sat down, eyes flickering between the two boys like he was calculating the working of a missile.

"...You two got closer," he muttered.

Jisung coughed into his juice box. "We're roommates."

Hyunjin didn't buy it. "Right. And I'm a nun."

Seungmin snorted. "You're more like a sin."

Felix joined seconds later with Changbin, dropping their trays down. "What's happening? Did Hyunjin already start interrogating again?"

"Interrogating?" Jisung laughed nervously. "Nooo, nothing to interrogate! Nothing suspicious here!"

Minho calmly picked up a fry from Jisung's tray and popped it into his mouth.

Felix narrowed his eyes. "...Since when do you share food?"

"Since I don't want Minho to kill me in my sleep," Jisung said.

They all laughed. Except Hyunjin. He just squinted.

Minho checked his phone. His entire vibe shifted for a split second—jaw tightening, eyes narrowing like he was calculating something dangerous.

Jisung caught it.

"Min?" he whispered when no one was watching.

Minho blinked, then smiled again. "I need to meet Chan. Back in a bit."

Jisung grabbed his wrist subtly before he could stand. "You okay?"

Minho leaned in, voice low. "I'm always okay when you're watching me walk away, babe."

"Shut up," Jisung whispered, face red.

Minho gave him a wink before disappearing.

Seungmin narrowed his eyes. "...Why do I feel like that guy has a double life?"

"Because he probably does," Felix muttered, chewing dramatically.

Seungmin raised a brow. "I mean... he is always bruised."

Felix gasped. "OMG Jisung, what if he's part of the mafia or something—"

Changbin and Hyunjin just kept quiet.

Jisung choked so hard on his water he nearly fell over.

"...That's not suspicious at all," Seungmin said.

Hyunjin waved his hand. "He probably just... does karate."

Felix frowned. "At midnight?"

"Look," Jisung said, flustered. "He's hot, okay? Let's just... not ask questions."

"Suspicious AND whipped," Changbin muttered, sipping his drink.

Later that afternoon

Jisung slipped into the art room, planning to grab his sketchbook—and nearly screamed when arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back into a chest.

"Missed you," Minho murmured into his ear.

"Jesus Minho, you scared the hell out of me—"

"I'll kiss it better," he said, already pressing soft kisses to his neck.

Jisung melted for two seconds before panicking. "Babe, someone could walk in—"

"Let them. Maybe they'll finally realize who you belong to."

"...You're so annoying," Jisung whispered, gripping Minho's collar to kiss him anyway.

The door creaked open.

"GUYS WHAT THE HELL—"

"FELIX?!" Jisung screamed, shoving Minho away like a guilty criminal.

Felix stood frozen, eyes wide. "I was JOKING about y'all acting lovey-dovey but THIS?!"

"We can explain—" Jisung started.

Minho just leaned against the wall, smug. "Or we don't. He was gonna figure it out anyway."

"...Honestly true," Felix nodded. "Y'all suck at hiding. You owe me bubble tea for this trauma."

"Deal," Jisung sighed.

Felix turned to leave. "Also—please keep the making out to, like, after class? I'm too gay for this level of heart attack."

As the door shut again, Minho turned to Jisung with a smirk. "Well... one down."

Jisung groaned and fell into his arms again. "God help us when Hyunjin finds out."