Love you dangerously | Minsung

21

The dorm door creaked open slowly.

Minho stepped inside, shoulders tense, eyes low, until they met Jisung's. The boy was already curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow to his chest like he'd been waiting all night.

"You're late," Jisung said, voice soft. His brows furrowed when he saw the bruise on Minho's jaw. "Again."

Minho shut the door with a sigh and kicked off his shoes. "I know."

He walked over, standing in front of Jisung like he was preparing to get scolded.

"Let me guess," Jisung muttered, eyes scanning his face, "you 'just fell down' again?"

Minho let out a weak laugh, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Nah. No dumb excuses tonight."

"So...?" Jisung raised a brow, waiting.

Minho leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "I can't tell you everything yet, Ji. Not now. But I'm okay. I promise."

Jisung looked up at him, gaze sharp and worried. "You don't look okay, Minho."

"I know," he whispered. "But I swear, I'll be fine. I just... need you to trust me a little longer."

Jisung stood up and stepped close, gently cupping Minho's face. "I do trust you. That's not the problem."

"Then what is?"

"I'm scared," he admitted, voice cracking just a little. "You keep disappearing. You come back with bruises. You look at me like you're afraid I'll ask the wrong question."

Minho's hands slipped around Jisung's waist, pulling him close. "It's not you. None of this is because of you. You make everything better."

"Then let me in," Jisung whispered. "You don't have to tell me everything. Just... don't shut me out."

Minho hesitated... then nodded. "Okay. I'll try."

Jisung softened. "You always smell like cold air and mystery when you come back."

Minho smirked, finally teasing again. "Mmm, mystery's my cologne."

Jisung rolled his eyes and playfully slapped his chest. "Idiot."

"But I'm your idiot," Minho grinned, tilting Jisung's chin up and kissing him slow. "You waited for me?"

"Every time," Jisung breathed against his lips.

Minho wrapped his arms tighter around him, forehead pressed to his. "I don't deserve you."

"You don't," Jisung teased. "But you're stuck with me anyway."

Minho chuckled, guiding them both to sit on the couch, pulling Jisung onto his lap. "Good. I'm not letting you go."

Jisung buried his face in Minho's neck, exhaling softly.

Neither of them spoke again for a while.

Minho just held him.

And for once that night, the silence didn't feel so heavy.