Secrets // Minsung ✓

Chapter 11

The two sat down again and now Chan had to decide who would be spinning the bottle next. He was scanning every person in the room and had set his eye on someone. "Jisung, you may spin," He said as he handed Jisung the bottle in an extravagant manner.

"Well, thank you," He said in a polite—and also extravagant—way, nodding his head once. He did feel anxious about all of it, though. He didn't want to sit in a dark and small space, but he knew it was just for them to feel more comfortable and less awkward. He put the bottle down and gave it a good turn, it spinning like crazy. As it had eventually slowed down and steadied, his gaze followed where it was pointing at. And... it was pointing at nobody.

The bottle pointed in between Changbin and Minho. Rules were that if this happened, he could choose one of the two. Yet, Jihna's complaining came by sooner than the rule could be said. "It stopped between them, so you should go in alone," She completely lost it, and probably forgot why they were even playing this game in the first place. What would be the use of going into a room alone if the purpose was to get to know one another?

Every one of them rolled their eyes as they sighed. Why was she being so annoying lately? Most of them wondered. Minho stood up from his cushion and said, "It's fine, I'll go with him," he spoke sternly. Jisung didn't really expect Minho to do that, at all. He was surprised actually. Other than that, Jihna was left furious. If her eyes were bullets, Jisung would probably be dead already. She sighed and shook her head in disbelief.

Minho walked towards the closet, while everyone just stared at his back. He then turned around and said, "Are you coming?" towards Jisung. The boy got flabbergasted and just stood up, nodding his head as he walked over, following Minho's footsteps.

They stepped foot inside of the closet and closed the doors, sitting down right after. They were only in for a few seconds but something was strange. "Jisung, don't forget to breathe," Minho didn't hear the boy's breathing at all, it was as if his existence wasn't present. Luckily, he heard the boy breathe out again. Jisung had been holding his breath because he thought it would be better than to hyperventilate in there.

Suddenly, he heard Minho ruffle something, as if he was looking for something. And he thought right because the latter was searching for his phone in the front pocket of his jeans. He then suddenly turned on his flashlight, which slightly startled the blond boy but also made him heave a sigh of relief.

Minho had decided to do the seven minutes with Jisung because he knew how the blond boy felt about small and dark surroundings, so he wanted to help him out. If he wouldn't have, Jisung would probably be crying right now. He put his phone next to the both of them, letting it lighten up a part of the small room."T-thanks," Jisung said in a muffled voice, really greatful that Minho would do this for him.

Minho just sent him a warm smile. "Okay, let's start," he said as he was thinking of a question to ask, humming in the process.

Yet, Jisung was faster than he was. "Are you feeling better? I assumed you were sick these past few days," he questioned. "I came by to tutor you but no one answered the door," he added to his sentence.

Minho just smiled at him sheepishly. "I'm fine, really," he spoke in a quite convincing manner. "Yeah... I'm sorry about not answering, I wasn't feeling like it,"

Jisung saw through to Minho and knew that he was clearly not fine. "Minho, you're not convincing me that you're feeling fine, you're lying,"

Minho rolled his eyes and let out a scoff. He got a tad annoyed, because he didn't want to explain himself. "Why do you even care. It's not like we're friends," Yet, for some reason it made him happy, knowing that Jisung still cared. Even though he always pretended not to.

"Not anymore," Jisung whispered under his breath, really quietly—not wanting his words to be heard. But their surroundings were silenced as well so Minho heard what he had said, and it hit hard. "I guess," Jisung spoke a bit louder only a second later. "But we should at least exchange contact numbers, that way it's easier for you to let me know when you cancel a session," he added bluntly.

"You want my number?" Minho questioned. The blond boy had told him the reason behind it, so why was he feeling so edgy about the whole thing. It wasn't as if Jisung could do a lot with only his number.

Jisung instantly regretted his decision of asking that question. He facepalmed as he shook his head from left to right. "Nevermind, I've changed my mind,"

A sly smile crossed Minho's face at Jisung's sudden change of heart. "You may tutor me tomorrow," he spoke up. Then, for several seconds, silence erupted them. "Only if you want to, of course," he continued, not wanting to sound demanding in any way.

"Sure," Jisung muttered, his eyes slightly squinting while smiling cutely.

Minho smiled as he heaved out a sigh—it had been such a long time since he teased the boy. "You know," he said as he suddenly inched closer to Jisung's face. Unexpectedly, he took off the latter's glasses and smiled. "You look really cute without your glasses, your eyes are pretty,"

The obvious apparent blush on Jisung's face spread from his neck to his cheeks—and damn was he glad it was quite dark for once. "T-thanks, but I can't really see anything without them,"

Minho put down his hands after handing Jisung his glasses back. He inched closer and closer towards Jisung's face—who was seeing everything in a blur. "Minho, what are you doing?" Jisung questioned as his heart skipped a beat.

"I thought you said you couldn't see a thing?" Minho questioned him.

"I-I can't, but I still have four other senses you know... and— uhm— I kinda feel your breath on my li-lips," Jisung stuttered quite a few times.

And with that, Chan swiftly opened the closet door and saw the position Minho was sitting in before he rapidly pulled back again. He had still seen a glimpse of it, though. "Time's up," he said with a small grin plastered on his face, which Minho questioned—and Jisung just didn't see clearly.

Jisung put his glasses back on as they all made their way back to their friends. And as soon as Minho did the slightest by sitting down on his cushion once again—his eyes still set on Jisung who was sitting in front of him—Jihna went at it again, but now to Minho only. "What did you two talk about? Sorry, he was probably just being annoying," She might have been saying it to him only, but everyone could clearly hear what she had to say.

Jisung just snorted as he let out a scoff. "You're the annoying one out of us two, sis," He let that slip up without giving it much thought. Only a few seconds later, by watching everyone's expressions, had he realised what he just said. "Oops,"

"Oops?" she questioned. And as she was about to say another thing, Hyunjin got the better of her. "Jihna, if you're just gonna be a bitch the whole night long you might as well just go home. Your attitude is so not needed right now, you're just ruining the fun for everyone," he spoke up, he had just gotten so irritated by her every word.

After that, she just kept her mouth shut. There was no way she was leaving Minho's side when Jisung was in the room as well.

Jisung had given Seungmin the bottle. The boy spinned the bottle as it landed on Hyunjin. They were next to go.

[A/N]
Hi hello!!!!! Long time no see...again...
College has been stressing me out non-stop, since I've got assignments that never end.
I've got break now but sadly, I have to study for exams🏃🏃 and finish a paper ugh so not really taking a break

Q: How is this story so far?? For as far as y'all can remember cuz bdbjdj

A: I don't think It's as good as my previous one (Childhood) but I'm still okay with how it's turning out¿👀

I hope at least 1/3 of you guys aren't giving up on this story, cuz of my inactivity

To be continued ;)