He's So Innocent

Confessions(9)

Jisungie😊:
I miss you hyung
Lee Minho:
I've been gone for 2 hours jisungie...
Jisungie😊:
the house feels lonely w/o u
I miss snuggling w u
Lee Minho:
that's gay
Jisungie😊:
if it is then I guess I am
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Minho💘|
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Jisung threw his phone off the bed.
He had just made his first confession.
Dad always told me I didn't have the guts to speak my mind....

well here we are....

I'm gay.

Ding!

Jisung scrambled off of Minho's bed and grabbed his phone.
Message from Minho💘
I guess I am too then bc I enjoy it

Jisung panicked for a moment. He just came out to his closest friend in the heat of the moment, and so did he.
What the fuck?

The phone buzzed in Jisung's hands and he slid his thumb over the screen to see who was calling.
"Hello?" he asked.
"You're gay," the voice in the other line said.
"Yes," Jisung breathed, realizing it was only his roommate.
"Cool me too," he said with nonchalance and hung up, leaving the end tone ringing in a shocked Jisung's ears.
Did he think I was bluffing?
He fucking ki-

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Minho wiped his hands on his knees as he pushed the grocery cart to the cashier. He took out the items and placed them on the belt.
"jsxuudhugs?" someone asked.
Minho squinted. "What?"
"I said, cash or card?" the cashier said with a huffy breath.
Minho stuffed the wad of bills into her hand and rubbed his temples. He wasn't thinking straight. He couldn't focus. He just came out to Jisung.

He just came out to Jisung.

And Jisung was gay too.

How did things like this keep working out?

Shaking his head, Minho took the groceries and put them into the basket on his bike. He adjusted the gears on his wheels before pedaling back to his roommate, maybe to get a little something extra off his chest.

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"Jisung, hey, I think I'm in love with you.
You're a pretty lovely guy with the cutest smile. I've thought you were handsome since the day I met you in the street late at night.

I wish I could take every bad thing in the world away from you just to see you smile. I'd give you all the love in the world if I could. I'd make you happy as my first priority any day.

I think I'm in love with you because you're such a beautiful person. I think I love you because you are charming and make me feel weak when I want to impress you.

My heart rate increases with every smile you send my way, and my breaths get labored when you hug me.

My question for you, do you think you love me too?"

Minho threw the towel at the mirror reflection of himself and groaned.
"Too sappy, Minho, just tell him."
Minho collected his dirty clothes and opened the bathroom door. He stepped out and saw Jisung sitting on his bed.
He smiled.
He fell hard and fast but he wouldn't change it for the world.
"Hyung," the younger whined.
Minho pokes his head in the doorway and nodded.
Jisung was quiet for a while, his chest heaving up and down underneath his cotton t-shirt.
Minho fully walked into his room and squatted in front of Jisung. The brunette put his hands on his knees and rubbed circles into them to calm the boy.
"What's up?" he asked with a slight frown.
Jisung made small eye contact with Minho before looking away, his forelock hiding his eyes.
A red blush creeped in on his cheeks.
"Hyung...."
Jisung fell back onto the bed with his hands over his face.
He let out a chuckle.
Minho climbed into the bed next to him and laid down to face him.
He stroked Jisung's hair when he rolled over to face him.
"Jisung..."
"I-"
Jisung unfocused on Minho's eyes. He trailed his gaze downward.
He remembered the kiss.
He remembered how much he liked it.
He remembered how good Minho's mouth felt on his.
"I heard you-" he began, not straying his eyes off of the elder's lips.
Minho suddenly bit his lip, the white teeth threatening to pierce his flesh.
"And I think I'm in love with you too."

Kiss.

"Jisung wha-"

Kiss.

"Haha Jisung-"

Kiss.

Minho finally sat up, his hair tousled from the grip of his roommate. Jisung followed and sat up too. They looked at each other, messy hair, swollen lips, hands in their laps.
"You-you actually like me?" Minho mumbled.
Jisung giggled, Minho could listen to him all day.
"What happened to your confidence?" Jisung asked with a pout. He leaned forward and put his hand on Minho's neck.
"When you were drunk, you stole my first kiss, that's when I knew," he explained.
Jisung leaned in further, letting his lips do the rest. It was a slow and love filled kiss, longer than the pecks Jisung had initiated.
Minho smiled against the soft lips of the blonde boy. How could he forget a kiss this good?
He pulled away, the confidence coming back.
"You wanna learn something, baby?" Minho asked with a cocked head.
Jisung's smile twisted into a smirk.
"Why not...."
"Lesson three, making out."
Minho went to kiss Jisung before the younger moved away.
"I think I'll get an A in this course, hyung," he gushed. Minho rolled his eyes and put his arm over the boy that was laying down.
"I think we should have a test just in case," he replied.
"Yes sir," Jisung complied, letting the elder's lips plant themselves on his.
The room began to heat up, their kiss like a fire that burns. Jisung's hands roamed Minho's neck as the latter's roamed Jisung's body.
No one could have wanted a more perfect moment.
No one could have wanted to change anything.
Minho's tongue asked for entrance, the final part to his test. Jisung let him, mending his lips to fit the other's.
There was no time, no oxygen, no nothing because all they needed in that moment was each other.
Minho lifted his head and stared at Jisung underneath him. The boy was a mess, trembling with anticipation. His lips were slick with Minho's saliva.
Cute.
He looked so dazed. So happy. So cute.
"You're sure you really like me?" Minho said, his voice unsteady.
Jisung brought his hands up to his face and sighed.
"Would I have made out with you and confessed if I didn't?" he said exasperated.
"Well-"
Jisung grabbed Minho's jaw with both hands and pulled him down, melting their lips together. He pulled away quickly.
"Would I have done that if I 'didn't really like you'?"
"No..."
"Exactly, Minho," Jisung confessed.
He rolled into his side and Minho laid to face him once again.
They just laid there for a while, staring at one another like they were each works of art.
"I like your eyes, Jisungie," Minho blurted suddenly. Jisung didn't move but stared right into Minho's eyes.
"They're like chocolate rivers and I want to get lost in them," Minho whispered.
Jisung smiled, red coming to his cheeks.
"That can be arranged," he murmured as he brought their faces closer again, eyelashes brushing one another and lips finally touching.
They laid there in silence, peacefully happy at the warmth of one another and the quaint light of it all. They listened to the soft breathing of each other, wondering if it was real.

....wondering if confessions were a good thing after all.

....wondering if things were actually meant to be.

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a/n; short on today. I wrote this quickly because it's not a major portion but it's fluffy so enjoy <3