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"I don't know if I told you this or not," Jisung whispered into the darkness of the hotel room. "But you were really good tonight. I don't know much about dance, but you were honestly so good."

"You did already tell me that, baby," Minho replied, pressing a kiss to the crown of Jisung's head. "But you can always tell me more than once."

"Shut up, I'm not good at this," Jisung whined and Minho chuckled. "You know, you're my first real boyfriend."

"What do you mean 'real'?" Minho asked with a small laugh. "Did you date cardboard cutouts or something?"

Jisung snorted. "No. I meant that you're the first boy I've ever felt seriously about. Well, first person I've ever felt seriously about. I've dated girls in the past before I figured out I was gay and - looking back - I can safely say that what I felt for them was not love. It wasn't anything, really, since I never liked girls much anyway. Am I talking too much?"

"Not at all," Minho hummed, running his hand up Jisung's arm. "You clearly have a lot to say and I won't stop you. Plus, your voice is really pretty. Keep talking."

"You know about my parents," Jisung continued. "They always wanted me to marry a pretty girl and have children but I knew I didn't want that. They were really hard to say no to, though, so I just had to pretend that I was into girls even though I knew I wasn't. When I moved to college, I was finally able to be open about my sexuality and who I really was and being able to meet you has just been...incredible."

"I understand, Sungie," Minho replied. "Think about it. If you hadn't had gone on that date with that dude, then we wouldn't have ever met."

Jisung shuddered at that realisation, something that Minho found insanely cute.

"I'll have to thank him for being a dickhead," Jisung joked, looking up at his boyfriend's face. "I really like you."

"I really like you too," Minho chuckled. "I love you, in fact."

Jisung lowered his head back onto Minho's chest, the strong arms of his boyfriend making him feel safe and protected.

"When do you think we'll get to see eachother again?" The younger asked. "I hope it's soon because I'll miss you when I get back to campus."

"We can make meeting up a weekly or monthly thing," Minho shrugged. "We can alternate between you coming to see me and me going to see you."

"That sounds good to me," Jisung replied. "I'd quite like to see where you live, and meet your friends. Didn't get to see much of them earlier."

"They're not that interesting," Minho pouted. "I think I'm more interesting."

Jisung looked up again, this time leaning up so he could press a short kiss to Minho's lips. "Of course you are. I just don't want to be awkward."

"You're cute when you're awkward," the older boy mused. "But you're cute all the time. I can practically see your letter spams when you're embarrassed."

"Leave me alone," Jisung whined, burying his face in Minho's chest. "We should sleep - it's late."

"Whatever you want, baby," Minho replied, shifting so he was laying on his side, Jisung curled close to him. "We really could have fit on that single bed."