hurts like hell | minsung ✓

three

~Han Jisung~

I laid myself across Minho's bed as he continued to yell at me. It was kinda hot, not even going to lie. His eyes were still wide and he constantly ran his fingers through his hair.

"Jisung, you don't just show up at people's doors! Are you insane? If my dad saw you here he'd murder you on the spot, and I wouldn't even bother to help you." I rolled my eyes, of course he would save me. I'm too pretty to die this young.

"Stop talking and come here." I reached out to Minho and he looked at me in disgust. I chuckled a bit raising my eyebrows and once again reaching out to him.

I watched as he walked over to his door and made sure it was locked, you best believe I was doing everything in my power to stay calm and collected. What am I even saying? I started this, he's the one that should be nervous.

He slowly strolled to the edge of the bed, positioning himself right in front of me. I smirked. "What are you going to do, Minho? Kiss me? I'm so scared."

He didn't respond instead he crawled onto the edge of the bed, but not next to me. He was physically on top of me. Two could play this game.

I sat up, pulling Minho to me. He sat on my lap with a grin. I placed my hands on his waist, and he returned the favor by placing his hands on either side of my face.

I looked into his eyes, noticing them glistening so perfectly. The words I said next came out of my mouth without warning, I just couldn't help myself. "Kiss me. I dare you."

And he did. He pressed his chest on mine and kissed me. His eyes closed, revealing his long eyelashes. I closed mine too, my hands pressed against his back to keep Minho close.

"Minho, sweetheart? Are you in there? I thought I heard the front door open." Minho quickly pushed me off him and ran to the door. He quickly took of his sweatshirt, exposing his bare torso. I was more than confused.

He opened the door slightly, sticking his head through the crack. "Hey mom, I'm changing. I didn't hear the door open. Do you want me to take a look outside?"

"Oh no, I'm sorry for bothering you. Love you, tell me if you need anything." Minho nodded and closed the door, relocking it.

He walked back over to the bed without putting his sweatshirt back on. He sat with his back to his head board, and I laid down with my head by his waist.

"Your parents are so...nice. They actually talk to you about things other than business." I sighed, I can't remember the last time I had a conversation with my parents about normal things.

Minho shifted, lying down next to me. "What do you mean? Are you parents not like that?"

I laughed a bit, glancing at Minho. He had a straight face, he wasn't joking. My smile fell and I suddenly felt the need to explain myself. "My only purpose in life is to succeed, my father made that clear. Oh and don't forget him constantly reminding me that love is fake because the only think I should be worried about is business."

"That's not true, Jisung. You and me both know that. Everyone finds their person eventually."

I wanted that to be true but I knew it wasn't. Parents don't lie about important things. Especially not my parents. They didn't love anything, not even each other. I was their project, they were to build me up for success.

"Love is a lie. What's the point in getting your heart broken over and over?" Minho sat up, he looked hurt. He took me by the hands and pulled me up to face him.

He let go of me and intertwined his own hands. "That's not love. You'll know when it's real. You can't just force the idea out of your head, it's not like you pick who you fall for."

"Can we stop talking about this? I came here to mess with your emotions, not fall in love."

I dropped my head, embarrassed. I knew Minho was just trying to give me some optimism in my life, but that wasn't his job. His opinions weren't my opinions.

He lifted my chin so I could look at him. I felt so small around him, I hated it. I was so powerful to everyone and then Minho showed up, totally unafraid of me or my family. "Listen Jisung, I get it. You don't want to be told what's real and what's not by a guy you met literally today. But you brought this upon yourself. I didn't chase you, you chased me. I didn't start this, you did. And if that doesn't mean anything, I don't know what does."

He was wrong. I picked him because he was the heir of my father's rival. This wouldn't have happened if he never showed up at my school. Sure, he was gorgeous and his glasses made him so adorable. And maybe I liked his smile and the way his hair fell over his forehead. But I didn't do emotions, especially not after a day.

"You don't know what you're talking about. What did you expect me to fall in love with you in a day? That's not how this works, I don't do feelings. I came here because of our challenge."

"I never said anything about you liking me, you're just putting words in my mouth. I'm saying you didn't decide to waltz over here to tell me to kiss you for no reason. You could've easily 'ruined' me at school. But you're here at my house. I'm just trying to say feelings are inevitable. But I never said you had them, especially for me."

Minho's words hit me as if he had shot me with a gun. He wasn't wrong, but I was trying so convince myself he was. You don't start liking a stranger, that's impossible. Feelings are all fake, but he made it seem like their was potential even for me. I hated that a stranger had that effect on me.

"Then show me. Show me love is real."