Hidden Love | Minsung

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"Goddammit!" Minho suddenly grabbed the younger boy by the shoulder and pushed him against the lockers behind him.

Jisung drew in his breath sharply at the sudden action, not having expected it and looked deeply into his opposite's eyes.

Minho placed his hands to the left and right of Jisung, knowing that the younger boy would run away again just like the day he had kissed him. This time Minho wasn't going to let his best friend just run away again.

"You really drive me crazy you know that Ji?"

At the nickname Minho had been using for him for so long, Jisung felt a chill run down his spine. Whether he wanted it or not, this nickname triggered a chaos of emotions in Jisung and made his heart beat faster. It was just a nickname but it alone had so much effect on the younger that he was afraid of breaking completely under Minho's love.

"I'm sorry..." Jisung burst out at some point, not knowing what he was apologizing for at the moment, looking down at the ground where he could see two pairs of shoes just a few inches apart.

He didn't know what to say.

But he didn't need to, because the next moment he was about to look Minho in the eyes again, the older one grabbed the younger one's chin, pushed it up and then pressed his lips to Jisung's. Jisung's heart caught in his throat.

His heart began to explode in his chest when he felt Minho's soft and full lips on his. He didn't want to admit it, but his lips fit right on his and he never wanted to stop kissing those beautiful lips.

Minho began to move his lips lightly against Jisung's, his hand moving to the younger's neck where he then lingered to press Jisung's body closer to his, his other hand rested on the younger boys waist.

At first, the brown-haired boy was transfixed, not knowing what to do, until he finally moved his lips in sync with Minho's.

How long had he dreamed of feeling Minho's beautiful lips on his and this time it was real. Not a dream that Jisung cursed the next morning because it wasn't real.

Small electric shocks coursed through Jisung's body, triggering goosebumps all over his body. His stomach felt like it was full of butterflies and his heart was racing without any mercy.

Minho felt like he was in seventh heaven when he finally tasted Jisung's sweet lips and felt like he was getting addicted to them. Jisung's lips were now his own personal drug.

Completely out of breath, Jisung detached from the black-haired guy, looking him in his brown eyes.

Minho leaned his forehead against Jisung's, looking deep into his eyes, while he could see a red glow on Jisung's cheeks.

Only now did the black-haired guy realize what he had just done.

He had kissed his best friend.

In school.

In the school hallway where everyone could have seen the two of them.

Jisung still felt his heart pounding in his chest and felt like it was going to jump out of his chest at any moment. He was in a trance. Still processing what had happened, that he, Han Jisung, had kissed his years Crush and best friend Lee Minho.

But when he became more than aware of it, his cheeks exploded and he felt them fill with warmth. Immediately Jisung startled, looking wide-eyed into those of Minho, who had a bad feeling.

He knew exactly what that look meant.

It was the same look Jisung had on his face when he suddenly ran out of the classroom after kissing him and then didn't show up for a few days.

Please don't.

Jisung bit his lower lip, his legs starting to shake.

Don't run away.

The brown-haired boy didn't know how to react. He wanted to get away. Away from Minho, away from... those feelings.

With every second the younger one didn't say anything and just looked at Minho with empty eyes, fear spread through Minho's body.

Ji, please.

But Minho's inner pleading was not increased, because immediately the younger one slipped under Minho's arms, which he had placed to the right and left of the brown-haired one so that he just couldn't run away - but he did it anyway.

Jisung ran without thinking, his backpack bouncing up and down with every step, banging against his back every now and then, but Jisung didn't care.

He had to get away. He just couldn't look at Minho.

Minho was still standing in the same spot, his gaze fixed on the locker where his best friend had just been.

The black-haired guy clenched his hand into a fist and lightly slammed it against it, having no strength to get upset in any way now.

Minho began to sigh and leaned his forehead against the cold metal of the locker, his eyes closed and the image of his friend before his eyes.

"Jisungie..."

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A/N: too much drama I know but the story has not without a reason the name Beautiful Mess. uwu