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"Well this is awkward" was the first sentence Minho said after around 5 minutes of silence. They walked through the busy streets, watching as people walked around, buying food, souvenirs, taking pictures, enjoying the moment.

The younger cleared his throat, trying to ignore the jump his heart had taken as he heard the older's voice.

"You're the one making it awkward saying that." They both chuckled, the tension slowly dissipating as Minho pushed his shoulder lightly. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Just a stomach ache, my eyes are also kind of tired from the night." He shrugged, his hand nervously scrapping his arm.

Jisung's eyes dropped at the motion. His left hand kept on trying to get the dry pieces of red paint of off his right arm, his eyes kept fidgeting around, he was gulping more than usual.

The younger smiled shyly as he realized.

He was nervous.

The thought made Jisung want to scream, jump around like he had just accomplished the best thing in his life.

He felt like a little kid.

"You'll hurt yourself like that." He said instead, trying to keep a smile off of his face.

Minho looked down, clearing his throat.

"Oh, sorry. I- Ahm, it's a reflex."

Jisung humed, taking a deep breath and he dared to take Minho's hand in his. It happened slowly, the boy tried to look anywhere but in front so that the older couldn't my see his face as they walked, turned to the river as the water was super interesting. On the other hand, Minho shamelessly stared at him, dry throat as their fingers intertwined, Jisung locking his hand in his embrace, not letting the older continue with the scratching.

Oh.

Neither of them said anything else until they reached Minho's door, but no words were needed. Both of them felt both calm and exited, hysterical even. Their hearts beat with every step they took, acting like two normal people in the middle of he city of love.

Two normal people holding hands.

Jisung tried to let go as they reached their destination, but Minho didn't let him. He took a turn and stood right in front of Jisung, the door behind him, with a small smile on his face.

"Thankyou for walking me home. You didn't have to."

"I wouldn't have done it anyway. Anyone would. And for anyone.", he quickly added, hoping his voice didn't sound too high.

The older bit his lip, tilting his head as his thumb caressed Jisung's knuckles.

"We both know that's not the truth."

Jisung's brain stopped working, he stuttered a few words, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

"I-I'll. I'm I need to down, Ahm, I go, I need to go, Felix is waiting and go-"

Minho pulled him by the hand he was holding, carefully embracing the younger's waist and finally letting go of his hand as their bodies were glued. Jisung stumbled in front, hissing as their noses touched, bumping his head against Minho's.

The older chuckled, moving the hand he had just gotten free up to cup the younger's face, and he quickly leaned in, taking Jisung's lips in his.

He kissed him softly, an innocent dance happened as Jisung kissed back, throwing his hands around the other's neck and pulling him closer. Minho pinched his waist jokingly, making Jisung gasp and pull away just enough to whisper a "ouch" and then their lips were together again, the warm night surrounding them in the empty street.

Jisung's brain stopped working, and his heart took over.

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"Sir this is not a good hour to come back home.", Felix got up from the sofa, arms crossed as the older slipped up the stairs. "Oh, you're disgustingly happy. Hyunjin took your bed."

"What?" his chin fell as he looked over at the closed bedroom door.

"Chuu left a while ago to some sleepover with Yves and Hyunjjn said you could either fuck yourself and stay in the couch or go to bed but you better not wake him up."

Jisung rolled his eyes, sitting at the dinner table with the Australian and taking his mug away from him.

Felix scoffed.

"Sure, you can have it, I'll just make a new one for myself."

"Yes you do that."

"Little bitch-"

"How do you know if you're in love?"

Felix was taken aback by the question, and almost made a random joke about it but he could see the seriousness in Jisung's eyes.

"Well, it's been so long that I can't even remember how I realized anymore, but I feel different around Changbin that I do with anyone else. Why?" The last word was careful, a question he wasn't sure he should ask.

"Minho and I kissed."

"We'be been known you did way more than just kiss."

Jisung slapped Felix's arm as the younger sat down again, no longer interested in the milk.

"Today, you idiot. I went to see him paint and he was feeling unwell and.. well I walked him home and we kissed.", he sighed. "It wasn't anything too... intense, at all actually, I don't think I ever kissed someone like that, I felt like a pre teenager." Felix smiled softly at the younger's dreamy eyes, tilting his head like a puppy. "He makes me feel so weird and I'm not sure if I like it or hate it and... and then there's Chuu. I think she's mad at me, she's barely talking to me and I have no idea why but it just makes me feel so much guilt."

"I mean, maybe she's just busy. You do need to end things with her, Jisung. It's the best for both of you. The sooner the better." The older sighed, nodding. "I will."

"And about Minho, do you think you like him that much? You asked me about being in love."

Jisung blushed in a matter of seconds.

"I don't know, god we agreed to stay friends just yesterday, and now this." He buried his face in his hands, giving Felix the perfect opportunity to snatch his mug back. "It's like he is everywhere and on my head twenty four seven, I always end up next to him or staring at him even if I'm trying to avoid him."

"Sounds like a crush to me, what else?"

"When we touch." He sighed, dropping his hands and leaning back on the chair. "I could swear my heart wants to run away it's always either beating like the flash or jumping and I am not used to feeling this yet, it is so weird-"

"You never felt your heart like that with Chuu?", Felix furrowed his eyebrows.

"No? I never felt my heart at all, not this way, is it normal? I thought I was sick in the beginning-"

"Jisung, how do you feel about breaking up with Chuu? About you two being just friends again."

The older blinked twice, seeming to think about it.

"I guess it's cool? We can hangout anyway if she... doesn't hate me." He but his lip, shaking his head." It will be the same, well not the same but-"

"And how do you feel about leaving Paris in the end of the month? Never seeing Minho again?"

Jisung simply stared at the table, the question slapping him hard. He gasped slightly, his hands awkwardly standing over the table, he looked at his bestfriend with wide eyes, and Felix could see the panic hidden in his iris.

"You're down. And you're down bad."

That night, when Jisung went to sleep, pushing Hyunjin to the side so he could lay on his bed, his mind seemed to be clearer. He was going to talk to Chuu, tell her everything, and he was going to tell her how much he loved her, just not that way. He was going to apologize for being such an idiot, and he was going to take the consequences, whatever they were.

His heart was somewhere else, and he should have known since the beginning, he should have known way before Minho appeared.

He was going to make it right with her.

And he was going to ignore Minho from then on.

He turned in the bed and switched down the lights, hoping Hyunjin was truly asleep and that he couldn't hear him sniffing, a lonely tears falling to the pillow as he made that decision.

"How do you feel about leaving Paris at the end of the month?"

He couldn't fall deeper into whatever that was.

He couldn't fall deeper for Lee Minho.

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