Love you dangerously | Minsung

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The next day...

Minho leaned against his locker, arms crossed, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes followed Jisung from across the hall. The boy was laughing at something Seungmin said, and Minho had to physically restrain himself from marching over and kissing the damn smile off his face.

God, being secret boyfriends was hard.

Especially when your boyfriend looked that good just existing.

Jisung caught his gaze for a split second and flushed immediately, eyes darting away. His lips twitched into a grin before he turned back to Felix and Seungmin like nothing happened.

This brat.

Minho chuckled to himself and headed down the hall. He already missed holding him.

Later that day, during break...

"Art room. Ten minutes," Jisung whispered as he passed Minho in the hall, barely looking at him.

Minho raised a brow. "Needy much?" he whispered back.

Jisung smirked. "Shut up. Just come."

The art room was empty, quiet, the late afternoon sun casting soft rays across scattered canvases and paint-splattered stools. Jisung was already there, sitting on the edge of the table, legs swinging, eyes locking with Minho's as he slipped in and quietly locked the door behind him.

"You missed me?" Minho asked, stepping between his legs, hands finding Jisung's waist.

"Like crazy," Jisung murmured, grabbing the collar of Minho's shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

It started soft, gentle... then deepened—hungry, messy, desperate.

Minho's hand cupped Jisung's cheek while the other gripped his thigh, pulling him closer.

"You're really bad at being subtle," Minho whispered between kisses.

"You like it," Jisung smirked, lips brushing his jaw.

"I do," Minho admitted. "Too damn much."

Click.

The door opened.

"GUYS I LEFT MY— OH MY FUCKING GOD."

Minho froze. Jisung yelped and practically launched himself off the table.

"SEUNGMIN?!" Jisung squeaked, face flushed red as hell.

Seungmin stood in the doorway, holding his sketchbook, eyes wide with absolute betrayal.

"YOU'RE DATING?!" he yelled. "YOU TWO—YOU'RE MAKING OUT IN THE ART ROOM?! YOU—"

"Seungmin, shut up!" Jisung hissed, running over and slamming the door shut again. "Please don't tell anyone!"

"Wait wait wait—HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?!" Seungmin whisper-screamed, clutching his book like it was a holy relic.

Minho sighed, rubbing his temples. "Since... not long ago. Look, it's new."

"And you didn't tell me?!"

Jisung looked guilty. "We just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while..."

Seungmin narrowed his eyes. "So that's why you've been disappearing during breaks. I knew it wasn't detention."

"Seungmin," Minho warned, "please."

Seungmin crossed his arms, then looked between them... and suddenly smirked.

"You know what? I won't tell. But I'm not letting you live this down either. Ohhhh I'm gonna tease you so bad."

Jisung groaned. "Seungmin, please—"

"You're lucky I ship it," he said, dramatically flipping his hair and grabbing his sketchbook. "But I want all the details later."

And with that, he was gone, leaving two flustered boys staring at the door like it just betrayed them.

Minho turned to Jisung.

"Two found out already...We suck at keeping secrets."

Jisung nodded. "But at least we're hot."

Minho laughed, pulling him in for one more kiss. "Hell yeah we are."