hurts like hell | minsung ✓

seven

~Han Jisung~

"Can I kiss you, or are you not awake enough yet?"

I batted my eyes, waking up to Minho's really hot morning voice. His eyes met mine and I suddenly felt so much smaller than him. He just surrounded me and I felt protected.

He smiled at me, leaning in without my answer. His lips met mine aggressively and he pulled me on top of him. A small gasp escaped my mouth and Minho chuckled as his hands wrapped around my waist.

Minho slowed down, and our eyes met once more. "Do you really want me to love you?"

I pulled away, sitting upright. "I can't make you love me if that's not what you want, Minho."

"Let me show you how much I want it then."

His thumb dragged over my bottom lip, and his other fingers ran through my hair while pulling me closer.

Our faces were not even an inch apart, his mouth hovered over mine. "I want you."

"Well too bad because I want food. So I'm going to go through your kitchen now and make breakfast." Minho's mouth parted slightly, he was surely shocked. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and rolled out of bed...hitting my already damaged head.

"Jisung, oh my god!" Minho quickly jumped out of the bed, his hands automatically going to my head. "You're bleeding, oh god."

"Hey hey, I'm fine. Just slap a bandaid on me and I'll be good to go. I need to make food for my baby."

I stood up, a little too quickly, seeing some stars. I like stars, the ones in the sky though. Oh well, off I go.

"Jisung, get over here."

"Only if you'll carry me like a princess down the stairs."

"That's exactly what I'm doing."

He scooped me up so gently, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He just stood there, staring into my eyes and smirking.

"Start walking, prince charming. And if you drop me down the stairs, I will murder you."

"I need a kiss for some energy."

"On second thoughts, I can walk down the stairs by myself."

Minho apparently wasn't taking no for an answer because his grip tightened and his face inched closer to mine.

I put my hands on his cheeks, stopping him from coming any closer than he already was. "Tell me baby. What do you want from me?"

"I just want you."

He slowly placed my feet back on the ground, backing me into the wall next to the door. His hands slid down my torso and landed on my waist. Our bodies were so close, I could practically feel Minho's heartbeat.

"Can I kiss you now?"

"You didn't really wait for my response earlier-"

He started placing small kisses against my jaw, and I couldn't help but smile. It was like he was really mine, like he really did want me. No one ever wanted me like Minho did. People wanted my popularity, my money, my fame. They didn't want the actually me.

"J-Jisung, are you crying?" His hands quickly moved to my face, wiping my tears away. "No, no, what did I do wrong?"

"You're so different from everyone else. You actually like me, like the real me. I just don't want it to ever end."

He didn't say anything, though. He just wrapped his arms around me and let my tears soak through his shirt. Was I being paranoid if I say that I was right? Everything ends.

~Lee Minho~

Jisung hadn't stopped crying yet, and I just didn't know what to do. I've never had to be there for anyone, no one's ever opened up to me before. I can't name a single person that ever fell for me, yet alone was so direct with their feelings.

"C-Can I make you breakfast? Will that make you feel better?"

He nodded into my chest, sniffling a bit. I picked him up again, carrying him out of the room and down the stairs. His pout was evident and his eyes were red and puffy. I looked down at him, remembering his blood stained clothes had been replaced with my own. His head still rested against me, and the tears didn't stop.

I sat him down on the counter, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled slightly, so I felt a little better. I looked up at him, raising my eyebrow. "So important question, pancakes or waffles?"

"Pancakes, but the fluffy kind you see on cooking shows." Baby really spoke in pout, wow.

My eyes widened and I chuckled. "I'm not really a chef...But I'll try."

I pulled the pancake mix out of the cabinet, and got a mixing bowl too. I decided I'd just make as many pancakes as possible because Jisung looks cute when he eats. While I was mixing the batter, I turned on the stove and put the pan on to get hot.

"Uh, you might want to turn on the front burner instead. Since you put the pan there and not the back one."

"Oh, good idea-"

"You know what, let me just help you."

He hopped down from the counter, fixing my first mistake. Then he searched for a spatula, and I just let him open and close random drawers because the way he scrunched his nose made the world a little better.

"It's over here, cutie."

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, trying to look mad. He took the spatula from my hands, and gave me lots of small, painless punches to the arm.

I took the opportunity to slide my arm around his waist and pull him in. I looked in his eyes, those eyes held a whole galaxy. All the stars aligned perfectly in his beautiful eyes.

"Aw, are you guys making breakfast?..What's that burning smell?"

I looked to my mom, who quite frankly appeared out of nowhere, and Jisung frightfully looked around.

"Oh gosh, the stove!" Jisung quickly turned the burner off, trying to fan away the smoke rising from the empty pan.

I just stood and smiled, I was an idiot who was falling in love with another idiot. It didn't sound like the greatest plan, but at the same time it felt amazing.