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Seungmin wants to forget.
He wants to drown under the countless alcohol, doesn’t mind if he dies due to toxicity if it means it could save him from a dooming heartbreak. He badly needs to forget someone whose eyes are as sharp as a cat, twinkling with mischievousness, and will pin his gaze at you like prey. Someone whose lips are those of a bunny, teeth peeking out cutely but will burn you with his fiery tongue.
Someone whose looks would be enough to kill but if you master the art of reading Minho’s mind like Seungmin always does, you’ll see that behind every threat that comes out of his mouth hides a rapidly progressing redness on the tip of his ears, betraying any hint of murderous glint in his glare.
In short, Seungmin needs to move on from Lee Minho.
“But I fucking can’t!” Seungmin loudly sobs in the arms of Jeongin, his best friend. Bless him for still being able to handle his stupidity. He even wonders how Jeongin is still friends with him knowing full well that the latter is probably too tired of giving Seungmin tons of self-care advice and him not listening to it at all.
He peers at Jeongin whose equally just as drunk as him. Jeongin just mindlessly nods at whatever Seungmin was spouting, he figures that the younger has finally reached its limit.
With that, he swigs a draft beer with the hopes that he’s still not a lost cause, “J-jeongin-ah! I was kiddingg ~ hic – I’m not in love with him anymore hehe,” he giggles unconvincingly.
Abruptly, someone contradicts. “ That’s a lie Seungminnie! ” a whine escapes from Felix's lips as if he was offended at Seungmin’s declaration of moving on. Felix, sweet Yongbok, and the brother of the one he was crying to. As much as he loves his friend he seriously wants to strangle him right now, make him take back his words. Instead of choking the daylights out of him though, all he can manage was a weak drunken punch to his shoulders, Felix dramatically cries.
“Take back your words!” he languidly shakes Felix's shoulders with every word he punches out. To shake off every truth in his words. Seungmin needs to be strong, he needs to be firm in his decision and Felix is not helping at all.
Felix shakes his head and wails, making Seungmin sob pathetically as well. He heard Chan groan distantly and interferes in favor of wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, consoling him.
Seungmin just glared at his hyung, “You don’t need to rub it on my single ass.”
“I’ll call Minho to pick you up,”
“NO!”
His jaws hung open at the prospect of having Minho witness his roommate getting drunk just to move on from his stupid feelings toward him. He’s terrified to see the look of pity in his eyes, a boy who’ll give up on his lollipop just to cease the child from crying. And he doesn’t want to beg. He promises to himself that he’ll take whatever Minho has to offer him. Seungmin should be contented, but the problem is, he fucking can’t.
Chan wearily sighs, too sober for this. “I can’t pick you up, I didn’t bring my car remember? I need to carry Lixie on my back.”
“And I’ll take Ayen with me as well,” Changbin interjects. Jeongin is splayed all over Changbin’s lap making Seungmin’s eyes burn with inexplicable jealousy at having all the affection surrounding him but he himself can’t taste it. He shoots daggers at both of the couples in his sight.
His eyes flitted to Hyunjin who is taking a sip of a sparkling wine he orders because he doesn’t want to get wasted; he has morning classes to attend, he reasons out.
Hyunjin felt all eyes on him, he apprehensively looks at them with a horrified look etched on his face. “W-what are you guys looking at?” he swallows hastily, choking at his wine.
Seungmin immediately went to cling to the arms of his best friend, swaying his forearms as he pleads for his dear life, “HYUNJINNIEE!! Carry me please!!!”
“Huh? No wa– Mmphh!””
~~~
“Yow what the fuck dude?!”
“Shut the fuck up Jinnie, I’m trying to sleep!” Seungmin irritatedly whines, he squirms desperately to find purchase in Hyunjin’s neck to keep him from falling on his back, choking the latter in the process.
Hyunjin hurriedly slaps Seungmin’s hand to stop him from blocking his airways, “Stop moving, fuck! You’re choking—”
Hyunjin trails off when the door to the front suddenly swings open, revealing a pair of icy sharp eyes glowering in the dark, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed. He looks like the devil incarnate itself, lurking in the shadows. Minho regards them with a cold look.
“ —me,” Hyujin gulps inaudibly, he swears Hyunjin involuntarily shivers under him and he can’t blame the guy.
Because Seungmin just found himself in a tight corner when Minho’s eyes flit down to where Seungmin’s arms are linked to Hyunjin’s neck, eyes darkening imperceptibly. He notes the slight twitch of Minho’s jaws and Seungmin finds himself scared yet relishes the sick satisfaction of getting this reaction.
It’s sick yet he wants Minho to crave for him. So he intentionally ignores Minho in favor of whining petulantly just below the shell of Hyunjin’s ears. “Jinnieee~~,” he singsongs with a teasing lilt whilst locking eyes with Minho.
“Tuck me to my bed, ” he murmured seductively, purposely dragging the word bed, long enough to keep Minho on the edge.
On the other hand, Hyunjin cusses under his breath. “You menace, don’t fucking say that! Do you want me to die!” Hyunjin whispers harshly to Seungmin, enough for him to hear but not in Minho’s field of hearing.
It works when he sees how the pupils in Minho’s eyes dilate dangerously at that, lips pressed into a thin line. “I’ll be the one to take you to the bed,” he says coldly, drawing out a muted gasp from Seungmin and a scandalous one from Hyunjin.
Seungmin was about to say something when Minho is suddenly in front of them as he swiftly unlatches Seungmin’s arms away from his best friend's neck wordlessly. He snaked his hand on Seungmin’s lithe waist; gripping his thighs to hook his legs on Minho’s hips. Seungmin's breath hitches, skin sensitive at being manhandled abruptly. He hears his own heart thrumming through his ribcage, the proximity suffocating him. He hesitantly buries his flushed face in the crook of Minho's neck, avoiding Minho’s scrutiny.
Minho smells like jasmine with a hint of musky and sandalwood. His fragrance invades all of Seungmin’s senses, making him nuzzle further to sniff the older.
Without a warning, the grip on his thighs tightens.
Minho darts his eyes at Hyunjin who just smirked at him slyly, a wave of annoyance bubbled into Minho’s throat, seeping into the fissures of his riddled mind. “You can leave now, Hyunjin-ah,” Minho says sharply, tight like he itches to get him out of his sight. Before Hyunjin can even utter a word, Minho slams the door shut.
The loud bang of the door filled the room followed by a heavy silence that seems to triple when none of them made noises.
Under the dim glow of the kitchen lights, something lodges at the back of Seungmin’s throat as he tries to dampen the fast beating of his heart. The alcohol buzzing in his system amplifies everything he fears to show. He is apprehensive of the fact that Minho has probably unraveled Seungmin’s secrets by now, given how loud his heart is beating in his chest while he holds him tight.
Slowly, Minho gently carried Seungmin to the couch. He fights the urge to shiver under the slight graze of Minho’s hand beneath his skin when he moved.
Seungmin nervously fidgets his hands which are still wrapped around Minho’s neck. He can feel the baby hairs ghosting on Minho’s nape, and he badly wants to touch it, to feel it as if he has the right to do so. Suddenly, Seungmin wants to cry.
His lips trembled as his eyes welled up with tears, threatening to spill onto his cheeks but he vehemently tries to hold it in.
“Kim Seungmin,” Seungmin swallows.
“Why did you not answer your phone?” Minho demands but a hint of softness is still laced in his voice, echoing in the dark corners of the wall. Despite it, Seungmin chose not to talk for fear that his voice would give away his emotions if he speak.
This whole predicament felt too domestic that it hurt because this was not meant for him. He was not meant for him, not in this lifetime, nor in the afterlife. And he doesn’t owe Minho everything, not a call, not a text. Because Jisung already gets to have him, his soulmate, who Minho swore under the shade of an abandoned building that he likes him. So why does Minho pretend to care?
Funny how at that moment, rain began to pour in drizzles, washing away the tears he hadn’t known were there but never the acrid taste of pain prickling in his heart.
Unbeknownst to Seungmin’s turmoil, Minho tacked on, “Did you know how worried I was when you weren’t answering my calls?” he says exasperatedly. “I was seconds away from calling the police to find you.” he breathes harshly, shoulders tense. Despite his frustrated tone, Minho gently rest them on the couch, not bothering to get Seungmin off of his lap. He turns his vision at Seungmin who has his attention away from him, incessantly avoiding his eyes. Minho’s face softens.
“Look at me,” he softly says as he reaches his hand to tilt Seungmin’s chin, prompting the younger to meet his gaze dead on. However, he blinks in panic when he sees the younger regarding him with glassy eyes, swollen red with unshed tears. Minho’s brain goes red in alarm as he hastily wraps the younger to his chest, “Seungmin-ah? Why are you crying? Is it because of me?”
Seungmin quickly shakes his head. Now Minho is making it hard for Seungmin to let him go. How can he when he looks at Seungmin with inexplicable worry and concern as if he’s afraid that he will lose sight of the younger? When his touch is too tender on Seungmin’s back, holding him like a fragile doll. And maybe he’s too fragile because he just finds himself quivering under Minho’s unadulterated worry.
“Minho,” he breathes shakily and leans back to face him properly.
“Whatever it is I’m about to say, please forget all of these tomorrow because I’ll try to do so, hm?” he desperately pleads, sees the slight tremble of Minho’s iris as he gets to know where this conversation is heading to.
“I– I have liked you for a long time, and I still do. I don’t know when it suddenly occurred to me that I want you in every part of my life and perhaps I won’t be able to remember it. But all I knew was that the warmth of your hand fits perfectly on mine. Your cats that I used to be annoyed with because their furs would just magically cling onto my hoodie, Hyung, I learned to love them because I caught you wearing my hoodie one time while cuddling with them when I was always holed up in the library. You said it was because you hated me but I knew for a fact that you did it, for me to always come home early with you,” he laughs woefully. “The Kimchi-jiggae you cooked for me? It was the best meal in my lifetime because I shared it with you on my birthday,” his voice wobbles every so slightly at how Minho’s hands were trembling in his arms.
“And the coffee that you always demanded from me, there’s not a single day do I not like every bit of attention you wanted from me. That even if I told you countless times to make your own coffee, I would still brew it for you. Because it was always the time when I felt like I was needed,” his voice cracked, and the tears he was trying to hold in, fell traitorously onto Minho’s cheeks, painting a beautiful scene.
He memorizes the constellation of Minho’s eyes, the sheen gleam making a film and he looks breathtakingly beautiful. But apart from that, he sees the hurt flash in it.
His chest tightens. Why is Minho in pain? And it finally dawns on him, it’s probably the pain from the guilt of causing Seungmin to fall for his demise.
The bitterness has never been this pronounced on Seungmin, sitting heavily on his tongue. He wants to scream at Minho, pry his mouth open to give him answers because he can’t fucking guess anymore. But instead, Seungmin settles with a gentle caress on Minho’s cheeks and wipes away the remnants of his tears. He relishes the chance to be able to hold Minho up this close because this might be the last time he gets to do so.
“Hyung.”
“Kim Seungmin,” Minho’s voice strains, the grip he has on Seungmin’s waist squeezes.
Seungmin deludes himself into thinking he was prompting him to stay on his lap just a little longer.
He has known that ambiguity has always been in Minho’s nature, teetering on edge between what’s genuine and what’s not. But uncertainty has never fared well for Seungmin. He has learned the hard way, has walked through the uncertainty knowing very well that the soles of his feet could blindly step on a splinter, sharp and harsh.
Seungmin struggles to find his voice; the strength to declare the finality of his words. But he tries to push the syllable out. “I promise to never bother you again, hyung,” he croaks out, hearing the shattering of his own heart.
“Is that what you want, Kim Seungmin?”
“Yes.”
Silence.
It was stretched for too long and for what felt like an eternity. He thinks he hears the resigned sigh that leaves on his lips. And he thinks he slips out a gasp when all of a sudden a pair of soft lips, plush and tender, made its way into his ones.
Their lips slotted perfectly— too perfect that he couldn’t help but let out an embarrassing moan when he felt Minho’s tongue licking at the seams, prodding for entrance. His brain goes into a goo, hair rising in his skin as Minho’s hands glide treacherously on his sides, outlining every curve before he cradles Seungmin’s nape to deepen the kiss. It’s too much and he thinks he might actually die because he can’t fucking breathe.
His mind went blank. It feels wrong and right at the same time but still, he tries to move away to catch his breath. Hands clenching tightly onto Minho’s shoulders to push him away but Minho tugs his hair closer to chase his lips, not giving him a chance to run away.
God, Minho tastes like coffee, addicting that he sucks his tongue unintentionally, drawing out a groan from Minho. His eyes rolled in the back of his head at the sting when Minho retaliates by nipping at his lower lip, the scrape of Minho’s teeth sent him reeling, wanting. Fuck he feels like passing out.
It felt truer as the alcohol never really left in his system, making him more drunk in Minho’s kisses.
He jolts in pleasure when Minho slowly wraps his arms around Seungmin’s small waist, squeezing at the flesh. The sudden action lurches him forward to Minho’s chest, causing the both of them to grind, pulling a twin moan from their parted lips.
It’s only when Minho swallows his whimpers while he tugs his lower lip none too gently, enough to draw the metallic taste of blood does Seungmin promptly passes out.
~~~
In the haze of his memory, all he could feel was the saccharine sweet taste of Minho’s lips, devouring him with want — His voice hoarse with the whimpers he manages to elicit because of Minho’s sinful tongue — The—
“Fuck!”
Seungmin instantly jerks forward from his mattress, his chest heaving with labored breaths. The mere dream suffocates him as his body tingles and betrays whatever self-preservation he has left.
Just then, Seungmin winces when he tries to lick his lips, he swears he could taste the dried blood and that’s when the realization hits him.
With trembling hands, he touches his lips and willed himself to look at the mirror across him. Eyes widening at his own reflection — his hair which was once neat and styled, now looks disheveled and it was clear that someone has been running their hands at his hair. His buttoned shirt fuck— two of which have been unbuttoned and the sides of his waist were wrinkled. And to his growing horror— his lips, red and swollen that touching them would make him hiss.
Yet what terrifies him is instead of him fuming with rage, all he could think of is the arousal that blooms in his chest seeing the imprints of Minho in his body. He scans his appearance once again, taking in this whole predicament he just faced.
Just then, his insides fill with absolute mortification at how desperate he acted last night, crying like a child and sobbing in Minho’s arms. Fuck! he shouldn’t have confessed to him that way last night.
He realizes how Minho never verbally responded to his confession back and opted to kiss him instead. Seungmin plants his face in the palm of his hand as thousands of thoughts swirl in his head. The kiss they shared— Did Minho actually mean it? Or was it from pity that had him acting out of guilt? But it would be really cruel if he kisses him just to satisfy Seungmin’s wants.
This should be his answer, right?
However, his heart clenches tightly in his ribs because no matter how he felt like he was on cloud nine last night, Seungmin is still trudging through the invisible barrier between him and Minho. The uncertainty hunts him again and this time, it cuts deeply into his marrow, bleeding and poisoning his bones.
His stomach churned at the thought of him inadvertently using his vulnerability to take advantage of Minho’s kindness. A wave of nausea washes over him as Minho might have done that just so Seungmin won’t cut ties with him. Which is entirely bullshit because Seungmin would rather die than completely shut Minho out, even if it meant being alone because he ruined every man for him.
He wants to escape.
To leave.
To apologize for guilt-tripping and forcing himself to fit in Minho’s life.
So just like everyone does, he runs away.
The tiled floor in the hallway has never been this cold on his feet, unforgiving, and every step he takes heightens every nerve he has in his body. Hyperfixates on every noise that passes through his ears, watching out for signs of Minho in the dorm. It’s eerily quiet so he hurries.
The last thing he wants is for him to get caught and Minho confronting the elephant in the room.
He mulled over going outside to breathe some fresh air and feel the cold breeze hugging his skin, he wants to momentarily forget everything last night. He needs to refreshen his brain to come up with explanations he will need when he goes back to MInho.
Walking on a trailway full of blooming lavenders, he halts to take a whiff of the earthy green scent of the flower in his hand. A gentle smile slowly blossoms on his lips, the aroma soothing his troubled senses.
The smell reminds him of Minho he thinks, comforting and gentle in a way that feels close to getting a kiss goodnight on the forehead after a nightmare. A bubble bath after an exhausting shift. To melt into a pair of arms because it brings warmth amidst the coldness of the winter. The taste of the meals he prepares under the disguise of it being leftovers, despite it, he couldn’t wish for more. The kind that feels like home.
Minho feels like home.
Just then, the subtle ringing of his phone brought him back from his trance. He hesitantly fishes the phone in his pocket, biting his lower lip with nervousness gnawing at his gut as he suspects who the caller was.
Minho hyungieee~ is calling…
He shuts his eyes and mentally counts 1,2,3 before he exhales heavily and takes Minho’s call.
In his bewilderment, the line from the other side is silent as if Seungmin is taking a dead aired call. He has to double-take to make sure Minho was actually on the call. Confirming that Minho is indeed on the call, it makes him fidget more at the hem of his purple sweater. Seungmin transiently paces back and forth to calm his nerves and only stops when he hears a familiar voice he has engraved in the back of his mind for years, breath caught up in his throat.
“Kim Seungmin.”
He bites his lower lip, “H-hyung?”
“Where are you?”
“Oh!” he winces with how high-pitched it sounds. Seungmin contemplates whether he should tell Minho or just dodge the topic. But Minho’s voice leaves no room to take no for an answer, so he swallows.
“I’m at the—” he trails off and wanders his eyes around, taking his surrounding. His eyes widen dumbly when he realizes that he has just gone into uncharted territory, a place unfamiliar to him. Panic instantly floods into his system, heart raising as he replies anxiously, “Shit! I- I don’t know hyung— But you can find me where the lavender usually blossoms.”
“Are you trying to be poetic?”
“What? No! Hyung, I’m telling the truth!”
He hears the other line chuckle before his heart almost drops when Minho unexpectedly mutters, “Then I expect that you’ll tell me the truth when I find you.”
Then the asshole drops the call, leaving Seungmin speechless in the open air.
What truth? Did Seungmin incriminate himself once more to Minho? Fuck, how many times does it take for him to embarrass himself to the latter?
In an instant, something wet touches his skin, making him startled in his spot. The skies are now turning gloomy, just like how his life is turning to, honestly.
Great. He forgets to grab his umbrella and now he has to deal with Minho seeing him with a wet dog look, very not appealing.
So he frantically scurries to where his eyes could land on a nearby shed, the downpours getting too strong for his liking. And to his tough luck, he couldn’t find a single shed nor an establishment where he could find shelter too.
Just when he was about to make a run for it, a steady voice called for his name, ceasing his advances.
He turns around to see Minho just a few feet apart from him. He was donned in a grey tee, clad in denim jeans— the same jeans he sat on just a few hours ago– Blimey! Get a grip!
And apart from that, he was using that stupid cat umbrella Seungmin bought for his birthday.
He locks eyes with Minho, makes an effort to keep his eyes open despite the rain hitting his eyelashes because the man in question is looking at him with such intensity that Seungmin doesn’t dare to blink.
Wordlessly, Minho slowly closes the distance between them. Torturously slow that every time he takes a step toward him, his heart rate would double the beat— rendering him restless.
Still, Minho wouldn’t take his eyes away from him, never did he blink as he holds Seungmin’s gaze intoxicatingly. He feels like prey under Minho’s scrutiny, pinning him until he surrenders himself and he thinks he doesn’t mind.
Not when they’re now just centimeters apart, a few steps and he could pull his collar and kiss him. He wishes tho as Minho is painstakingly breathtaking even with his hair matted down as he tipped the umbrella towards Seungmin. A bead of water trickled from the slope of his nose down to the curve of his red-bitten lips.
In a split-second, his cheeks flush as flashes of images cross his mind — dangerously lucid. He still feels the ghost of Minho’s lips, kissing him with fervor, making them red and swollen.
An inexplicable pride flutters in his chest as he was the one who did it on his lips.
The air was still silent, none of them uttering a word. The only sounds he could make to are the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the ground.
Surprisingly, Minho decided to break it.
“Why are you avoiding me?” he confronts straightforwardly, catching Seungmin off-guard at his admission.
“H-hyung! That’s ridiculous, you know that I’m not!” Seungmin hurriedly denies it, he tries to digress his question in favor of grabbing the umbrella shaft, careful enough not to brush into Minho’s hand. He tips the umbrella back to Minho, “Let’s go hyung! you’re getting wet.”
“No.” the older said sternly as his eyes narrowed down to him, “You’re lying again.”
“Huh? What are you talking about? I was just—”
“Seungmin”
“ —going for a walk you know? Oh! Look! Hyu—”
“Kim Seungmin!”
Seungmin shuts his mouth close and pouts, he peers sheepishly at Minho but he just gave him an unamused look.
“You’re rambling again, that’s what you do when you’re nervous hm?”
He steps forward
“Are you nervous?” He asks again.
And another step
“H-huh?”
Suddenly, Seungmin finds himself holding his breath when Minho torturously leans his face closer, his breath fanning in the shell of his ears, making him shiver as he whispers,
“Am I making you nervous?”
His mind went blank as Minho’s gaze is still lingering, searching for some answers in his eyes. It doesn’t help that he is just a hairbreadth away from locking his lips onto his but Seungmin fights back the temptation. He doesn’t have the liquid courage to let go of his inhibitions.
He fucking took an oath under his breath, a promise to move on and go on with his life without being too hung up with his roommate.
But here he is, just one look and he is yet crumbling under Minho’s presence
The irony
Mournfully, Minho leans back. Seungmin breathes in relief but at the same time, he itches to crave the warmth again. Not in a second tho as the electricity jolts in his skin when Minho’s hand trails to the umbrella shaft and encloses his palm at the back of Seungmin’s hand, incaging him so that he won’t have the chance to run away again.
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know?”
Of course I do
Seungmin lowered his head. He understands if Minho wants to cut Seungmin off of his life. Being in an ordeal where you’re torn between rejecting or accepting you’re best friend’s confession is tough. He really feels like an asshole, putting Minho in a dreadful situation.
“Was the kiss not enough to convey how much I also feel the same way towards you?”
Eh?
Seungmin snaps his head back so fast he gets dizzy just to look up at Minho with widening eyes.
He blinks. And blinks again. Head too hung up to register what Minho just confessed.
“But what about Jisung?” he questions perplexedly.
Minho tilts his head in bewilderment before he seemingly understands the misunderstanding at hand.
“You.” he asserted fondly.
“You’re jumping to conclusions again,” Minho annoyingly sighs but with fondness, as he flicks Seungmin’s forehead with his fingers, drawing out an exaggerated hiss from the younger. Seungmin purses his lips, forming a cute pout and Minho itches to pinch his cheeks aggressively. (not in a nasty way, just in case ya’ll jump to conclusions as well ;))
“I was never in love with Jisung, Kim Seungmin.”
“But I definitely heard you just a day before—”
“I like you, Seungmin-ah” he confesses, champagne bubbles float around his words, sweet so he confesses more, “I think I love you even. The first time you brewed me coffee, I knew I had learned to love you since then,” he says with raw honesty, wanting the younger to know how much he affects him. Both his mind and his heart.
Minho inhales, “What you saw that day– I was trying to practice what I would say to you. I wanted it to be perfect so I consulted Jisung, turns out it would actually be quite the opposite,” he chuckles yet a tinge of sadness seeps through it. He feels his eyes welling up and Seungmin isn’t better either. The younger’s eyes were glistening under the light and his lips were trembling.
“I was immensely worried when you weren’t picking up my calls last night. And when I saw you with Hyunjin last night, I felt utterly betrayed. But I shouldn’t right? Not when I don’t have you completely.” he feels the wetness in his cheeks.
“Kim Seungmin, you made me the happiest when you confessed your feelings to me. You don’t know how much I wanted to hold you and keep you for me. Have I ever told you that you are my everything? That I would do immature things just to make you laugh. That I’d cook your favorite meal in a heartbeat just to make you smile.”
“And it’s hard for me to handle all of these because I ache to have you more in any way. But—” Minho pauses to gather his bearings, he braces himself for the pending heartbreak.
“ — If you really meant when you said that you won’t bother me again. Then say it straight in my eyes again, and I’ll let you go.”
Seungmin just unwaveringly holds his gaze at Minho, then the younger slowly blinks his eye like a cat trying to profess his love, lips curling upwards. Still, he tries to gauge more of the expression of the younger in fear of getting his hopes up.
In a heartbeat, a pair of slim fingers deftly gripped Minho’s collars as Seungmin tiptoed to his heel, taking his time in peppering soft pecks on Minho’s adorable eyes,
Down to the slope of his pointed nose that’s now scrunching cutely,
And to his flushed cheeks that he wants to bite because it’s chubby!
He softly smiles, eyes forming into crescents as he looks at him with affection and warmth, “I love you, Minho-hyung. Please stay with me.”
Without waiting for his response, he tugs him again to land a chaste kiss from the corner of Minho’s lips. But before Seungmin could pull away, Minho flutters his eyes shut and lets go of the umbrella in favor of cradling Seungmin’s face gently, holding him closely as he softly kisses back the younger. The rain be damned.
The mingling taste of salt tears, rain, and Minho’s sweet lips somehow just feels right. Everything feels right as if a puzzle piece has been found, making a complete picture of what it’s like to taste like home.
Contrary to their kiss last night, this time, Minho savors the feeling of his lips in a slow and gentle manner, holding Seungmin like a precious gift. Seungmin smiles through the kiss as he loops his arms around Minho’s neck, molding their bodies as closer as they could physically get. And he swears he could hear his chest pounding faster and wonders if the older also feels the same. But he knows that they share the same heartbeat, the same feeling, and the same love.
And as they kiss under the rain
He can finally say that he found his home.