15: Confessions.

Jisung sat on the beach sand, wrapping his arms around as he pulled his leg up, placing his chin above the knee.

Closing his eyes, he sighed, taking the time to observe and enjoy the rhythmic sound of the waves and the gentle breeze, which made him take a deep breath.

Opening his eyes, he turned his head in the shop's direction and saw Minho looking away immediately, which meant the latter was checking him without any disturbance.

This was what was wrong with Minho. The latter listened to all his words without asking anything in return but still took care of him like he was precious. Someone to be loved.

He just despised him.

Minho was making him uneasy, but he doesn't know why he felt like he desired that.

He felt like begging for more of what Minho was giving him now.

The feeling of peace and satisfaction he felt in his soul was so comforting.

It looked promising, everything looked so good which was making him scared that everything will be over soon.

"Hannie," The younger snapped out of his thoughts and blinked his eyes seeing the older in front of him.

"The food is here," Jisung nodded and showed his hands which Minho gladly took, pulling the younger man up.

They both stood there staring at each other's eyes, their hands still holding each other.

Jisung looked down, his gaze softening watching the red string tangling around their hands, like their first time.

He got pushed by everyone so many times, but still, he went with them knowing he would be getting pushed again because he knew at last, he would be alone.

Nevertheless, he was pushing away someone who he knew would be with him at the end of the day, no matter what.

He loved the fact that no matter what he did or has done, Minho never made him feel bad about it.

The older just seemed to accept Jisung for who he was without making him feel judged. He was a broken soul yet Minho was trying to mend his broken soul with his love and care.

He accepted the younger at a time in life when everyone shamed him, talked badly about him, and disliked him.

Even though Jisung had Chan and Seungmin as their closest friends, at times he felt like invading their space, a space meant only for both of the lovers.

No wonder he fell in love, which was why he hates him because Jisung has said to Minho before that he won't fall in love, but here he was, with a beating heart and content soul.

Jisung felt that he could never let him know how he felt because all he was going to do was push the older away so he would find somebody who would be worth his time.

Yet now, glancing at the older man, he could see his image in Minho's eyes. The happiness and pride on the older man's soul just by glancing at him was beyond words. His eyes are filled with adoration, care, and love.

"Jisung?" Minho whispered, watching Jisung blink his eyes, the brown wide eyes that he loved staring at without feeling tired. Minho didn't intend to call him, but the food they ordered would get cold.

"Oh right," Jisung said, pulling his hands away, "I forgot about the food. Let's eat." Jisung stammered without looking up and he walked away quickly, leaving Minho behind.

Minho watched Jisung stumbling a bit and chuckled, remembering the blush that spread over the latter's apple cheeks with fondness.
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"Thank you," Jisung said, watching the older man unclipping the helmet. Minho stood beside him, putting the helmet over Jisung's head.

"Do you feel good now?" Minho asked, finished clipping the helmet, making sure it was in a good grip.

"Better than before." Jisung answered, his gaze soft which made Minho feel breathless.

The night seemed short for them but still each second they enjoyed each other's presence but this was the first time they took time to just stare at each other's eyes.

A million unspoken words were spoken through their staring.

Minho broke the glance, unable to control himself from getting intimate with Jisung.

"Let's go now, it's getting so cold. You'll be sick," Minho said and was about to grab the helmet but a hand held his hands, which was none other than his Jisung.

Minho looked up slowly while Jisung glanced at him gulping a bit, and removed the helmet from his head and placed it over the bike.

Time seemed to stop around them as their hands tightly gripped each other.

Jisung parted his lips to say the words that were bothering him to spill.

Never in millions did he think a day like this would come, but here he was now, ready to confess to the person who became the sole reason for him to believe in destiny and love. That one day we will have our happiness.

"I," Jisung began not knowing how to weave the words he desperately wanted to say. Tonight he experienced many things which he thought he never would. While Minho's heart started beating fast, his mind filled with hope.

"Why do you love me, Minho?" Jisung asked as he felt his eyes damped with tears.

He now knew that he loved the older and the older loved him too but has been through so many betrayals and heartbreaks he wanted to make sure before jumping to a conclusion.

Minho held Jisung's one hand in both hands and kissed it softly without breaking his gaze which brought a slight shiver upon Jisung's body.

"Because you deserved this. You deserve my attention and this treatment. You are precious to me, Jisung. Not because we are soulmates, but because you are someone I admire."

"A person who is strong by mind and heart. Not everyone has that, my darling and I swear, Jisung," Minho exclaimed, softly cupping Jisung's face with his hands, and rubbing the single tear that fell from the younger's eyes, "To always love you."

"Why are you like this?" Jisung cried out. "Thoughtful, loving, and understanding. Why do you love me so much? I can't even love you back!" Jisung desperately spoke, placing his hands above the latter.

Minho smiled sadly seeing the desperation in Jisung's eyes, but Minho felt determined to remove the desperation from Jisung's eyes.

This was their day to let their feelings out.

"I am weak when it comes to you and my love for you, it never made me see any flaws in you because it always made me see your beautiful side, a side which you never knew you had. It helps me to fight any obstacles and I'm willing to, " Minho placed his forehead over Jisung.

"Grow old and be buried together." Jisung shook his head crying out.

"For me, you are my vacation house. Maybe you will think what I'm feeling  this because of the red string," They both glance at the red string which formed around them, and they look at each other,

"But, know this Jisung, you are close to my heart and soul... " Minho's words got cut as the younger threw himself in Minho's embrace.

This was what he was looking for.

All the messed-up emotions he felt before have come to an end.

He felt at peace.

Minho squeezed the younger in his embrace burying his face in Jisung's neck as he felt the latter hugging him tightly.

"Kiss me," Jisung uttered intending only for them to hear, while Minho froze and pulled away quickly from Jisung's neck, but still held him.

"Jisung, I know I have kissed you before, but are you sure?" Jisung nodded, feeling the arms tightening around him.

"Kiss me, Minho." I love you.