«I don't know if I'll ever be able to use that word again.» Han sighed, sitting on the comfortable armchair, in front of his therapist.

«And is it necessary?» she asked, with a soft smile.

Han looked at her with frowning eyebrows, as if he wasn't understanding.

«Is that word necessary to love?» she explained.

Han shook his head and sighed, «I guess not»

«There are no rules to love, Jisung.» she said then, «There are no labels necessary to be together. Minho loves you the way you are.»

Han blushed and covered his face with his hand, chuckling.

That was the first time Jisung had laughed in front of that woman and she smiled proudly. This was something she loved about her job. Seeing patients enter her studio with a broken soul and getting to know them months later, all over again, as if they were different people. Hearing about their passions, hearing them laugh, seeing life pass through their eyes... Watching them healing.

«It's embarrassing» Han sneered.

«Are you embarrassed by Minho's feelings?» she asked, curious.

Han shook his head, «I'm embarrassed about mine» he chuckled. But his heart was deeply happy. He felt alive in that moment.

A few months ago he thought he wouldn't have been able to love again but in that instant he could finally see the truth. He could see clearly that he was in love with Minho.

He always wanted to be with the older. His presence was reassuring and healing. He wanted physical contact with him all the time. He even looked at his lips often.

He loved seeing him laugh, he loved watching through his eyes...

He finally felt something again, something that wasn't anxiety or darkness or fear. Something that had scared him for years but now filled him with warmth and made him wonder how he had managed to live without it all this time.

That was love.

Han Jisung was in love.

He just had to find the courage to try again.

.          .          .

Han was alone at home that evening and he had opened the diary that Minho had returned to him. He was reading the song he had started writing since he had met the boy and he was smiling softly.

"Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you.

So, please, don't break my heart, don't tear me apart.

I know how it starts, trust me, I've been broken before.

Don't break me again, I am delicate.

Please don't break my heart, trust me, I've been broken before.

I've been broken, yeah, I know how it feels

To be open and then find out your love isn't real.

I'm still hurting, yeah, I'm hurting inside..."

https://youtu.be/VhotPhzza9g

He stopped and with the smile never leaving his lips, he quickly wrote the chorus.

A tear fell onto the page and he quickly wiped it away to avoid ruining the black ink. He felt light, he felt full of energy, full of life.

He looked at the time on his phone display, it was 11 pm. Minho had probably already fallen asleep but Han couldn't wait, he couldn't wait even one night. He had to make him read it.

Jisung had never been good at opening his heart, especially after everything that had happened to him, but with music he was able to convey his emotions and thoughts. And in that moment he needed to do it with Minho.

He grabbed his jacket, went down the stairs, put on his shoes and with the diary under his arm and the guitar on his shoulders he headed towards Minho's house.

The January air was freezing, it looked like it was going to snow at any moment, and Han found it all even more poetic. He called a taxi and and let himself be carried towards his destination.

Once in front of Minho's door he hesitated, but only for a moment. That was not the time for second thoughts, it was not the time for anxieties or fears. It was time to open up.

He began to knock, more and more insistently.

«Minho, it's me!» he said, trying not to wake the neighbors, «Open up!»

The older woke up with a start and went to the door, rubbing his eyes. He recognized the other's voice and quickly opened the door: «What the hell-»

«Minho! You have to hear something!»

«Ji! It's late, how did you get here?» Minho murmured, rubbing his sleepy eyes and observing the other's excited face.

«Taxi! You have to hear it now!» the younger exclaimed, grabbing his hand. Minho let himself be dragged into his bedroom, where Han sat on the edge of the bed with the guitar on his legs and told him to sit down too.

Minho obeyed silently, curious. His eyes still full of sleep.

Han cleared his throat and, without giving shyness time to take over, he began to sing.

«Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you.

So, please, don't break my heart, don't tear me apart.

I know how it starts, trust me, I've been broken before.»

Minho immediately recognized those words, he had read and reread them in the younger's diary and had even cried a few times, thinking about how true they were.

«Don't break me again, I am delicate.

Please don't break my heart, trust me, I've been broken before.

I've been broken, yeah, I know how it feels to be open and then find out your love isn't real.

I'm still hurting, yeah, I'm hurting inside...»

Minho felt tears running down his face, but he didn't move so as not to interrupt Han, who was focused on his guitar and the piece of paper with the lyrics in front of him.

«I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try.»

Those new words hit Minho hard. Han was telling him clearly that he was scared but that for him, he would have tried to be brave again.

«It's you, it's always you... If I'm ever gonna fall in love, I know it's gonna be you.

It's you, it's always you.

Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you.»

Han tried to keep his voice stable despite feeling a knot in his chest. And he decided to end the song. He had thought of the last part in the taxi, he hadn't even had time to write it, but he sang it anyway.

«I know I'm not the best at choosing lovers, we both know my past speaks for itself...

If you don't think that we're right for each other, then please don't let history repeat itself.

'Cause I want you, yeah, I want you, yeah... There's nothing else I want.

'Cause I want you, yeah, I want you, yeah. And you're the only thing I want.

It's you, it's always you. If I'm ever gonna fall in love, I know it's gonna be you.»

Minho let out a sob and Jisung finally looked up, meeting those eyes. He stopped the guitar and let the silence envelop them, while Minho wiped his own soaked face.

«Say something, please...» Han murmured as he put his guitar down and scratched his neck.

Minho was speechless. He thought too many things, all at once, he felt too many things. Sadness and anger for Han's past, pain at hearing him in so much pain and still fearful, hope and pride in representing something positive for him.

«Jisung, I...» his voice trembled as he searched for the right words, «Damn!» he snorted. He had never been good at expressing his thoughts and feelings either.

Han chuckled awkwardly and the older simply grabbed his arms and pulled the boy towards him, holding his little body tightly in a full of meaning hug.

«I can't sing, I can't write songs, nor am I good at speeches» he murmured into the younger's hair, «So I can only tell you that I want you too, that I am so damn happy and that I would kiss you right now.»

Had he really said that out loud?

Minho held his breath, trying to get any reaction from the younger. Still held tightly in that embrace, Minho couldn't see Han's face and, hearing only silence, he began to fear that he had crossed a line. Again.

Meanwhile Han was still holding Minho in his arms. His face was really red but he was smiling. For some reason he didn't feel his heart racing for anxiety, but... For something else.

«And why don't you?» he asked then, almost in a whisper.

Minho felt his heart stop for a moment. He widened his eyes and pulled the younger away from him to look at that cute and embarrassed face. Was he serious?

He immediately noticed Han's shy gaze fixed on his lips and felt his vital muscle start to race. Jisung wasn't scared. In his eyes there was desire, there was passion, but no fear

Han wanted him.

Minho took that round face in his hands and placed his mouth on the younger's small and soft one, delicately, as if he was afraid of hurting him. Han tensed involuntarily but grabbed Minho's shirt, clenching it in his fists.

He immediately felt invaded by the scent of Minho's skin, by its softness, by the sensation of having let someone enter his intimacy. It was so crazy feeling that mouth on his. It was so hot, wet and so sweet. He felt the older's hands caressing his hair, while those amazing lips moved slowly against his own, in a tender and shy kiss.

Involuntarily a moan left Han's mouth and he pulled away suddenly, blushing.

Minho chuckled and pulled him close again, hugging him tightly. He lay down on the bed, pulling Jisung with him and leaving small kisses on his temple, «You're so damn cute...» he murmured.

Han let himself be lulled by that embrace, hoping that his red cheeks would calm quickly along with his heart, while a smile appeared on his mouth.

Minho had kissed him.

Lee Minho really had kissed him.

And it was amazing!

«Baby?» Minho called him, making his heart skip a beat at the petname, «What's the name of my song?»

Han smiled at that "my" and raised his puppy eyes, «It's you. Do you like it?»

Minho gently approached his lips, leaving him another small, chaste kiss, «I love it.»

.          .          .

A few days had passed and things seemed not to have changed much despite that sort of confession from Jisung. Minho tried not to overdo the displays of affection, to give his boy his time to manage his own emotions, but Han seemed sensitive to his every glance and blushed more than usual when Minho was around. Nothing could be the same again, not for Jisung, who had tasted those lips, who had admitted his feelings to himself and to Minho.

So that night, while the older was holding him in his arms under the covers, Han couldn't focus on the movie they were watching. He had been thinking about the conversation with his therapist all the day. There was no need to use that word, there was no need for that label, they could love each other in their own way.

He blushed profusely for the umpteenth time that evening. Just thinking about the fact that Minho loved him and that he loved Minho made him go crazy.

He turned to the older, shyly burying his face in his chest, enjoying the heat of that strong body.

«Minho...» he murmured, his voice so low it sounded like he was crying.

The other immediately stroked his hair, «Mh?»

«I have to tell you something» Han said, trying to muster up his courage. It was the least he could do for the older. He owed it to him.

Minho was an amazing person, it was the best thing that had ever happened to Jisung in his entire life. He had accepted him the way he was, broken, destroyed, having seen his worst sides. He had respected him, had left him space, but without letting him go.

«Tell me, baby» said the older, confused by the other's attitude. He grabbed the remote control and muted the TV so as not to be disturbed.

Han raised his face and found himself close, too close to the other's. He took a quick look at those beautiful, protruding lips and swallowed.

«I have fallen in love with you»

Minho remained still for a few seconds, blinking, processing what he had heard. Was he dreaming? For once was he dreaming of something beautiful?

«Min?» Han bit his lower lip, «You heard me?»

Minho seemed to snap out of a trance and shook his head, «Could you repeat that, please?»

Han pouted, «I said that I'm in love with you» he stated with more conviction.

«Again» Minho smiled and Han hit him on the shoulder blushing, «Ya!»

The older chuckled and continued to stare into Han's sweet eyes. He brought a hand to his cute face and left a delicate caress on his red cheek.

Han closed his eyes and smiled at that sweet contact, letting himself be lulled by Minho's arms and by the wonderful sensation of having reciprocated feelings.

«I've fallen in love with you too, for a while now» Minho whispered with smile, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer.

«I know» Jisung smiled, hiding his face in the other's shirt.

Minho stroked that soft hair, «Am I that obvious?»

Han nodded but didn't raise his head yet, too embarrassed. All those emotions were so strong, so involving and so new to him. He felt happy, but also disoriented.

And he hadn't finished, he hadn't finished the things he wanted to say to Minho.

«But...» he murmured then, raising his head, «Let's not use that word, please»

Minho looked at him perplexed and then understood, «Boyfriend?»

«Mh» Han nodded, mortified, «Are you okay with that?»

Minho smiled, «I'm fine with whatever you want. As long as I can be close to you.»

Han suddenly blushed, «You're cheesy» he blurted out, feigning disgust.

The older leaned close to Jisung's ear and whispered, «And you love it.»

Han felt himself flush, that sensual and sweet voice had tickled his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Suddenly the boy was feeling hot. Suddenly Minho's mouth became a magnet and Jisung found himself right in front of it.

«Can I...?» he asked, awkwardly.

Minho held him close, as if he was afraid he would run away again, and noticed Han's gaze on his lips.

"Please" he wanted to say, no longer able to resist the call of that protruding mouth. But it would have seemed too desperate.

«Sure» he replied then, without moving.

Han didn't have to hear that consent again. He threw himself on those lips, with a chaste and sweet kiss, like those in K-dramas. He pulled away quickly, eyes wide, in disbelief at what he had done.

Minho looked at him, his eyes were moony as his protruding rabbit teeth nibbled at his lower lip, begging for more.

Han approached again, wanting to give it another try, and let their lips touch a second time, as his hand grabbed the older's shirt. This time he kisses Minho with more passion, shyly licking those lips, surprising the cat boy.

Minho put a hand in his hair and held him close, responding to the kiss and making their mouths dance one against the other. He pushed his tongue into the younger's mouth and Han felt a knot in his lower abdomen. He pulled away shortly after, looking at Minho with wide eyes, still shocked by the intensity of that kiss. His lips were slightly swollen, his cheeks red.

«Are you okay?» Minho asked, caressing his face and giving in to the temptation to run his thumb over Han's bottom lip.

Jisung felt a drumbeat in his chest, so loud it was deafening, but he nodded with no doubts. His heart was racing, but not to run away for anxiety or negative thoughts. It was hopping in a dream.

Moon's space

Hi babieeees, not my best weeks has passed but now I'm feeling better. How are u doing?

Did u hear the kids at AMA? LMAO

Anyway, back to us, I reeeeally hope you like this chapter. The song and the video I made for tiktok were what inspired me for this whole fan fiction so I hope u enjoy that too!!

Let me knoooow, I'm so curious!!

Kiss