Love you dangerously | Minsung

24

The air in their dorm felt heavier than usual. Not hot. Just... thick. With silence. With all the things left unsaid.

Minho sat on the edge of his bed, his gaze locked on the floor, while Jisung stared at him from his own, curled up and quiet, but watching. Always watching.

Jisung frowned. "You said you weren't hiding anything from me."

"I said I'd tell you when it's safe," Minho replied, still not meeting his eyes.

Jisung bit the inside of his cheek. "And when's that gonna be? After you come back bleeding? Or when you don't come back at all?"

That made Minho flinch.

"I'm not trying to fight," Jisung said softly. "I just... I need to know you're okay. That you're not doing something that'll take you away from me."

Minho looked up at him slowly. His eyes were tired. Not just exhausted—but scared. Worn.

"I've hurt people, Jisung."

Jisung blinked. "What?"

"I've hurt people," Minho said again, quieter. "Not just emotionally. Physically. I've been in situations where... it was either me or them."

Jisung's heart thudded. "Like... like fights?"

Minho didn't answer that.

"I've done things I'm not proud of," he continued, voice steady but low. "Things that I can't ever take back. And if you knew half of it, you'd probably never look at me the same again."

Jisung's throat felt tight. "Then tell me why you're doing it."

A pause.

Then Minho turned to face him. "Because I have nothing else. Or at least I didn't. Before you."

Jisung's breath hitched.

Minho let out a dry laugh. "You messed up my whole system, Han Jisung. I had a routine—get in, get out, don't feel anything. Then you barged in with that loud ass laugh and your stupid sarcasm and... I started wanting things. Soft things. Normal things. You."

His voice cracked at the end.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered. "But I'm selfish enough to want you anyway."

Jisung stood slowly, walked across the space between them, and cupped Minho's cheek. "That's not how this works. You don't get to decide whether you deserve love or not. You just... get it."

Minho leaned into his touch like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

"Minho," Jisung said after a moment, trying the change the topic, a shy but warm smile tugging at his lips. "I want you to meet my parents."

Minho stared for a moment, like he was buffering. "Your parents?"

Jisung nodded. "My dad came back from Malaysia today. He's finally staying for a while, and Jiyeon's been harassing me non-stop about my 'mysterious boyfriend.' So, y'know... I figured it's time."

Minho's throat tightened. "I... Jisung, I'm not exactly—" He paused, shaking his head. "I don't know if I'm the kind of guy your parents would wanna meet."

"Well, good thing it's not up to them, huh?" Jisung teased softly, nudging his shoulder. "I want them to meet you. That's what matters."

Minho didn't say anything right away.

He just sat there, jaw clenched, heart racing like he was being chased. Meeting Jisung's family meant stepping into a world that was normal. Safe. Soft.

Everything he wasn't.

Everything he didn't belong in.

But Jisung... Jisung was looking at him like he did belong there. Like Minho was worthy of that kind of life. Like maybe, just maybe, he could have both—Jisung, and the version of himself that didn't have blood on his hands.

He exhaled slowly. "Yeah. Okay."

Jisung lit up.

"I'll come," Minho added, eyes locked on his. "For you... I'll try."

Jisung leaned in and kissed him, slow and sure, like he already knew that Minho would.