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Crescent Hearts

When a young alpha starts university, he feels something's off. While following this unknown feeling calling for him, he stumbles upon many obstacles. While he chases a feeling longingly, his best friend has problems with the reverse. He misses a feeling, feels an emptiness, a void.

ChuYoisho · Celebrities
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62 Chs

Chapter fifty-four

He wipes his tears away with the sleeves of his shirt and looks up.

Minho's standing at the door opening, staring confused at the boy. After closing the door he rushes to Jisung and kneels down in front of him, pulling him into his warm embrace.

"Honey, everything alright?" Minho asks between the snicks to which Jisung responds with a short nod.

"Then how come my beautiful obsession is crying in a corner in a soundproof room? Alone?" Minho asks as he draws a little back to look at Jisung. Softly he wipes the younger one's tears away.

"Keep holding me, hyung. Please," Jisung begs him with puppy eyes to which Minho smiles.

"I always will don't worry," he pulls him up to his lab and hugs him closely after kissing his temple, "Care to tell me what made you cry now?"

"It's nothing, hyung," Jisung snicked.

Because it really was nothing. It was stupid.

"I still want to hear it," he says as he caresses the back of the boy on his lap.

"I," Jisung begins, "I got mad at Lixie and said some hurtful things to him. I even got so mad my body started trembling and my hands formed fists. It wasn't on purpose," Jisung rants as he tries to clarify, "It just happened. He-" his voice trailed off. It really was stupid.

"Shh shh, come now. I'm listening, don't haste it," Minho hushes him.

"He was-"

"He was?" 

Jisung was ashamed. His fury had started burning on its own as if it had a will of its own. So there was only one reason Jisung could think of which triggered it.

He mumbles a response to which Minho chuckles, "I'm sorry but I didn't quite catch that, love."

"He was," Jisung mumbles again, this time louder, "bad talking you."

Minho's hand halted on the boy's back. After a beat, he squeezed the boy even closer to himself. 

"Don't ever," he begins, "fight with your best friend over me again."

"He began," Jisung mutters making Minho chuckle again. 

"He's still your best friend. He probably didn't mean to hurt you."

"No. Just to bad talk you, and that doesn't hurt me. It makes me angry."

Minho kisses the crown of his head, as the younger's chin is still rested in the crook of his shoulder and tries to draw back from the hug, "Jisung, I don't want you to fight with Felix over me. I'm sorry," he sighs looking down.

Because he really did feel sorry. He knew the way Jisung talked about the boy, and that he was the reason that they fought, made him feel sick. Even sicker since the boy cried over it.

Jisung may act all untouchable, bright, etc. But he was ought to be handled with care. 

He was too precious.

His thoughts were cut off. 

"Stop pondering," Jisung whispers to his lips as he draws back from the peck.

Standing up Minho pushes the boy on his lap into the corner of the room while he connects their lips again.

Minho draws back and kisses the younger's jaw and neck while leaving purple marks everywhere.

"This wasn't what I was planning to be doing as I got in here," Jisung mumbles as he bites down on his lip to suppress sounds to lose his mouth.

"That's the difference between being sad alone or not," Minho says as he looks at the boy who had his head thrown back by now.

He turns around and puts Jisung down on his desk. Luckily he had taken his pc to their room, so the desk was empty. 

"Didn't I already warn you?"

Jisung hums a question.

"Only I can bite you."

Jisung squeezes the older's waist harder with his legs as he pulls him down with his hands behind his neck.

"Then do."

Minho chuckles at pecks the boy again, "Why're you like this?"

"Like what?" Jisung asks as he goes up a bit to peck the older back, but Minho deepens the kiss. Soon their tongues resumed their all too well-known dance. 

Jisung's eyes opened in shock as he felt a sudden pain followed by pleasure shoot through his bottom lip. His breath staggered in his throat as he felt blood slowly but surely leaving through his lip. 

Then Minho drew back, licking the thin line of blood left on Jisung's lip and kissing his jaw again. As he made his way down the boy's neck again, he sucked longer on a particular spot.

Jisung knew he did it to both warn and prepare him for the soon-coming pain. But it didn't come.

As the boy's teeth sunk into his neck, Jisung could only feel a burning sensation. Heath travelled up his body only to leave it through those two minuscule holes. Jisung could do nothing more than arch his back and moan while his hold on the boy's waist remained.

His hands travelled up the boy's raven hair to keep him steady on the place in his neck. 

Soon the ecstasy shot in, followed by the aphrodisiac. 

Minho drew back once again, licking the droplets on his own lips, "Like this. So...lovely."

Pulling him close again, it feels as if he could never be close enough to him, "I want you," Jisung brings out in a husky voice, thrilled with ecstasy, "I need you."

Minho smirks, his face only a mere couple of millimetres away from the younger's, "For?"

Jisung's face turned serious, "Forever."

Frozen perplexed Minho remained dangling above Jisung. His words stuck in his throat, nothing leaving his agape mouth. Eyes wide open he looks at Jisung who was staring back at him.

The seconds turned into what felt like hours as Minho lost himself and his thoughts looking into the boy's doe eyes. 

"You...what," Minho was speechless, didn't see that coming. 

"I...sorry," Jisung himself didn't see that coming either, it just happened. The words left his mouth without much of a thought. It happened by itself.

Doesn't make it less true.

Minho picked him up, connecting their lips again, "I do too," he whispers as he rests his forehead on Jisung's.

"What?" the boy looks up confused.

"I need you too. Forever. Even after if possible," Minho let a soft chuckle escape his lips.

Smiling, Jisung puts his arms around Minho's neck. Still located on the boy's waist, ever since he walked in, he leans in for yet another kiss. This one more passionate than all the others. 

"You'll still let me escort you to the ball, right?" Minho asks as they leave each other's lips alone.

"Of course."

"Then will you give me the honour of not only escorting my mate but also my boyfriend?"

"What?"

"You see, there's this boy, and it's a weird thing to say in today's age and day, but I strongly suspect him of being perfect. He probably doesn't even know it himself, but I see it everyday. In his kindness, his honesty and his strong mindedness. He's the most precious little thing out there.

And I know he's out of my league, that he could find someone way better, but I'll never know if I don't try. So I'll take all my fool courage, and ask him, despite of what might happen. It's the least I should do with all the love I have for him."

Now it was Jisung's turn to be confused by the sudden thing the other said, "Wait what?"