Pov Seungmin

He was so focused on winning over Jisung's team, that he wasn't even looking at people around him.

A boy from Jisung's team bumped into him, making him fall down. He didn't have the time to put his hand in front to save himself, and he hit his head on the ground.

"Seungmin!"

Felix shouted and ran next to him, kneeling down.

"I'm fine!"

Seungmin grumbled, and stood up quickly.

"I'm afraid you're not..."

Chan said pointing at Seungmin's nose, a worried look on his face.

Seungmin touched his nose and looked at his hand. He quickly wiped it away, like nothing happened, and he got ready to play again.

"I'll be fine."

He murmured, but none of his teammates moved. Chan crossed his arms, and raised his eyebrow.

"Ugh. Okay, I'll sit down."

Seungmin said, and went to sit on the bench. He was just looking at his classmates playing football, with a disgusted look on his face.

Once the bell rang, Seungmin heard all of them cursing. He rolled his eyes, and ran to the changing room. He changed his clothes as if he was Flash, and went out.

He bumped into his friends, who were looking at him like he had gone mad.

"Can you tell us what's wrong?"

"I just want to clean this shit up and go to class."

He coldly said, and passed them without even looking at them. As he was putting the gymnastic instruments on a box, someone grabbed the box from his hands, and started to walk through the warehouse.

"I'm not letting you clean this up all alone. Best part is that no one will expect me to be here, I'm safe."

Seungmin groaned and started to walk behind him.

"I could do it, you know. I don't need your help."

Jisung looked at him, and left the box on the ground, in front of him.

"Now why are you like that? What did I do?"

"You're annoying."

Seungmin said, and grabbed the box from the ground. Jisung knew he wouldn't let him take it again, so he was just walking next to him.

"Do you feel like someone is watching us, too?"

Jisung suddenly said, looking around him. Seungmin shivered, and the box slipped from his hands.

"Oh my- let's just tidy up this place and leave."

Seungmin said, and picked up the box. The finally went to the warehouse, and Seungmin squealed.

"This is so messy!"

"Relax! It's nothing."

Seungmin shook his head and started to literally cleaning up everything.

"We'll stay here forever if you keep doing that."

"Who told you I want you here? You can just leave, mister super famous."

Jisung giggled and crossed his arms. He was just staring at Seungmin, which usually annoyed the younger, but now he was focused on cleaning, so he didn't care.

The door slammed shut, and Seungmin turned around.

"Yah, open the door."

Jisung tried to do as the younger told him, but the door wasn't opening. He started to panic, but Seungmin didn't. He looked more mad than scared.

"Why would you do that? Just give me a reason. Open the door!"

"I can't! It's locked! And I don't have a key, someone from outside locked it."

Now it was the time Seungmin panicked. Jisung grabbed him by his shoulders, helping him calm down.

"It's alright. They will see we're missing, and come to find us. It won't take long, I promise."

Seungmin's eyes got teary, and he looked away. He had mild claustrophobia, but this place was really, really small, even a non-claustrophobic person would panic.

"Here. Sit down."

Jisung grabbed two - dirty - shirts, fold them, and placed them on the ground.

Seungmin hesitated at first, since the shirts were not clean, but in the end he sat next to him.

They didn't share a single word for a quite long time. Seungmin was fighting the urge to cry. He didn't want to. Not in front of someone he hated.

Jisung gently wrapped his arm around Seungmin, and looked at him with so much love, people would think they were dating.

"What's wrong?"

"Mind your own business."

Seungmin stuttered with a broken voice, and looked up to avoid the tears that were about to flow.

Jisung sighed, and looked down. But he didn't take away his hand. Seungmin really seemed to be calm whenever Jisung was touching him, from the very first day they met.

"Is that a.. Hickey?"

Seungmin said, as he looked at Jisung's neck.

"Mind your own business."

"Deserved."

Seungmin nodded looking away.

"Yeah, it is. Minho did it. It's been a really long time. You know, he wanted to uh.. Let's say practice."

Jisung said calmly, like this was a usual thing to him.

"On you? Interesting. And who were you supposed to be?"

"Fel- Uh.. Nice question, I don't know."

So he just let him do that on his neck without even knowing who he was supposed to- wait did he just say Felix?

Seungmin raised his eyebrow, and got ready to say something, but in the end he didn't. He didn't want to make Jisung betray his best friend.

"Do you know how to make one?"

Jisung asked, and Seungmin almost choked on the air he was breathing.

"I don't even know how to kiss someone."

Jisung seemed really happy about that. The only thing that Seungmin could think of, was that he was happy because that meant he hadn't kissed anyone.

"I can teach you."

"Huh?"

Seungmin was confused. Jisung moved his body closer to him, and they made eye contact.

"Yikes. Don't look at me, Jisung, I'll throw up, your face is disgusting."

But Jisung was determined to do what he really wanted to a long time now.

He touched Seungmin's neck, pulling him even closer. They were just one breath away, staring at each other. Jisung smirked, and looked at Seungmin's hot pink lips.

His lips touched Seungmin's, and the younger's eyes opened wide.

The elder moved back, and Seungmin was left staring into the void.

He wasn't able to say a word. He wanted to say a lot, but it was like he forgot how to speak.

Jisung on the other hand, was smiling like a little kid. Seungmin slowly moved his head, and eyed Jisung, still not talking.

"Well, I'm sorry. I know you hate my guts, I just-"

"It's fine."

Seungmin finally said, cutting Jisung off.

It was like Jisung was suddenly someone else. At least that's how Seungmin was feeling.