Le Minho ||•°Minsung

A cold night mixed with cigarette smoke on the balcony. This is how almost every evening of the most obtuse partners goes. Minho and Jisung met in delirium tremens in the evening at a bar, when both were in a zero state, ready to drown out the mental pain with anything, drowning it out with pleasure from each other. Since then, they decided that one evening would not end anything and they decided to try something new, decided to connect their destinies, starting to date each other.

From the beginning, everything was like in that very romantic book. Wet kisses, stolen from prying eyes behind the alley, hot hugs and the most passionate nights.

Over time, the quarrels became more frequent and each of them ended with mutual satisfaction in order to "relieve stress." Every evening after another passionate night, Jisung looked at the wall with devastation, trying to hide his body in the blanket, feeling the dirt on his body. Minho, on the other hand, saturated this cold and dark atmosphere with another puff of nicotine, diluting the iced Americano. He was as cold as his feelings, long since cooled and frozen.

Jisung only wanted love, to be loved and desired, to feel that he was loved not for his body, but for his soul, which he was now afraid to reveal.

Another cold evening. The taste of wine and cigarettes on Minho's lips was already like a broken record, but it was so familiar? Another relaxation with cigarettes on the balcony. Jisung was tired of feeling only desire from Minho, but not love.

Legs trembling slightly, walking slowly across the cold floor barefoot, Jisung approached Minho, going onto the balcony to hug him from behind, burying his face in his back, causing Minho to sigh tiredly, asking in a voice hoarse from nicotine.

• What are you doing? We seem to be done for today.

Minho didn't know how to love properly, thinking that love was a weak feeling for a person. But with Jisung, everything was different. Without Jisung, Minho felt his heart beating faster, not finding peace, constantly wondering if Jisung was okay. He thought it was all because of the lack of sex life, but he didn't want to realize that these were his feelings for Jisung. He was afraid to accept it and was irritated by it, relieving stress with the satisfaction of Jisung's body.