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Looking at Jisung walking away was unbearable, regardless the circumstances.
Even though Jisung would never leave,
That simple, casual, action was enough to drown Minho in Darkness.
He needed
“Jisung,”
Jisung turned,
Expectation in his eyes,
A silent question on his lips.
No words crossed his mouth.
He waited; he always did.
Minho got closer and reached out to kill the distance.
He grabbed the hem of Jisung’s sweatshirt and pulled him.
The almost inexistent space between their lips filled with intent.
Without ever touching, never breaking eye contact, Minho whispered
“You’re a blazing light.”
Jisung smiled, proving him right.