Love you dangerously | Minsung

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The sun was just beginning to set, painting the sky with lazy strokes of peach and lavender as Minho drove, one hand on the wheel, the other intertwined with Jisung's resting on the center console. They were wrapped in comfortable silence, the kind that only couples who've spent too much time together in all the best ways could enjoy.

Jisung kicked his feet a little on the passenger side, playing with the hem of his hoodie. 

It was Minho's. 

Obviously.

Then, suddenly, he turned, voice soft but curious.

"Hey... you and my dad didn't talk much today."

Minho's eyes flicked over to him. "Yeah? I mean, I tried to be respectful. Dude's kinda intimidating."

"He's not that scary," Jisung said with a laugh. "But like... I thought you'd talk more. Y'know, you usually never shut up."

"Gee, thanks."

"I mean it lovingly."

Minho smirked but glanced back toward the road, growing quiet again.

Then Jisung dropped it.

"So like... how about you meet him properly tomorrow? Like, the two of you. Sit down. Talk. Get to know each other."

The air in the car shifted—just slightly.

Minho's hand twitched.

"Oh. Uh... yeah. Sure," he said, trying to sound chill. "Yeah, I can do that."

But Jisung noticed. The way Minho's fingers gripped the wheel tighter. The way his voice dropped just a little, like he was trying to mask something.

Jisung turned back to the window, biting his lip.

Shit.
Was this a bad idea?

Because the thing was... his dad was involved in some very shady stuff. He'd never told Jisung what exactly, but he always came back from "business trips" looking tired, slightly bruised, and with too many security guards at the airport. Jisung had stopped asking questions after a while.

And Minho...

Minho was secretive too. The bruises. The late-night disappearances. That one bracelet that looked suspiciously like the one Jisung gave him showing up in a news report.

What if putting them in a room together was like... putting fire and gasoline in a microwave?

What if Minho finds out something he shouldn't?

What if I find out something I'm not ready to hear?

"Actually..." Jisung said quietly, eyes still glued to the sunset, "you don't have to do it. I just thought it might be nice."

Minho looked over at him, sensing the shift. "No... I want to. If it's important to you, I'll do it."

That made Jisung's chest ache a little. He smiled faintly. "You're stupid."

"Yeah. And you're even more stupid"

The rest of the car ride was quiet again. But not in the same way.
Jisung's thoughts were running in circles.

And he had no idea that Minho's were doing the exact same thing.

Two hearts, tangled in love and secrets, heading straight into something neither of them was truly ready for.

Yet.