"Come inside" chan stepped aside and let both Minho and this strange boy they didn't recognize. They closed the door and immediately got comfortable, it was so much more warm inside.
"You can head over and see jisung, he's in your room" Felix told him.
Minho didn't even waste a second before headed to his old room, cracking opened the door slowly and seing Jisung too concentrated on his book to notice. The older one then snuck in the room and closed the door behind him.
"Jisung?"
The younger one turned around and his eyes widened when he saw Minho, almost like he couldn't believe it.
"Minho??! You're back! You're back!"
Jisung got up from his desk and jumped in his arms, both smiling like they never had before, tears welling up in their eyes.
"I am, i missed you so much"
"I missed you more"
"Your English got so good...was i gone for that long?"
"I learn fast" Jisung then looked down at his lips and back into his eyes full of life.
"I know you do, so how about we catch up on what you've been missing..?" Minho leaned in and pulled him closer by the waist, their lips intertwined into one once again.
Jisung went on his tip toes and grabbed a hand full of his hair, tugging it slightly.
"Why did you go without telling me?" He was now speaking much more fluently then he would previously. He'd usually have a cute accent but now he was sounding more and more like Felix.
"Because I never would have left...god I missed you" they kissed again, finding so much warmth in it.
It was getting heated so Minho split them apart and rolled his eyes.
"As much as I want to feel you against my skin...I have a lot of questions I want to ask first"
"Questions?" Jisung sat on the bed and pulled Minho with him, now both of them looking at each other.
"I had a long time to think in the front line...and I just got so confused" he looked like he was fighting to find the right words.
"Tell me..." Jisung titled his head slightly, holding his hand.
"I-....why do you like me...? I can't wrap my head around it. I took fucking everything from you, your home, your lover...so why?"
"Minho I don't like you, I'm in love with you..." he gave him a small smile but that only frustrated Minho even more.
"But why? What the hell did I do so that an angel like you can love a devil like me?"
"Complicated..."
"I know, that's why I need to know. Please Jisung..."
"I...I hated you so much before. I was angry and mad and so...empty? All I had was you...one person I should hate, but I could not. You had this look in the eyes, like you did not want anyone to see it, but I could. You were just as scared as I was..." he cupped Minho's face gently, a few tears welling up in his eyes.
"When you held me that night...close to chest, I couldn't help it Hyung..."
"I can't...fuck" Minho got up in a hurry.
"Are you scared of me...? is that why you think you love me?" Minho spat out.
"N-no" he answered quickly but Minho took him by the hair harshly and pulled on it. Jisung whined and closed his eyes shut.
"You're just scared of me! Admit it! Nobody could love me!" The older on yelled but Jisung shook his head quickly, even though it stung his head.
"Love you..."
"You don't. You can't, what the fuck is there to love?!"
"M-minho, hurt" he spoke softly and the older one let go of his hair, breathing heavily.
"That's all I'm good at doing isn't it...?"
Jisung pulled Minho back on the bed, his hands trembling slightly.
"Think it's time...I tell you about...him" Jisung held his breath while Minho simply nodded.
"We we're both engineers in the war, building bombs and we quickly liked each other, soon we hide in secret from others and kissed all night long...we did not get much sleep, but we did not care"
"How was he?"
"Kind, nice to everyone and very soft eyes"
"So my complete opposite..." Minho sighed heavily.
"One day he told me he was sick, very sick, he would die soon...b-but he did not get the chance to say goodbye..." Jisung let a tear fall down his eyes and Minho stared at the floor, holding back his own tears.
"Jisung...I would give my own life for you to be with him right now...someone who takes care of you the right way a-and deserves to live"
"Hyung...don't say that...what is done is done"
"I've killed so many over the years, from little boys who barely knew how to hold a gun to very old men who've seen the whole world. Yet not once did I regret killing them, not once did I feel empathy or guilt...but when I saw you over that boy's body...crying and not even caring that you would die...I've never felt worst in my entire life" he admitted, cupping Jisung's face with one hand.
"You two are very different...but I love you because of you. Not because you scare me..."
"If we met outside of this war, if it had never happened and we would have met at a normal bar, in normal circumstances...what would of happen?"
"I would of fallen for you the second I lay my eyes on you..." Jisung smiled and Minho just started to cry, pulling him into a kiss and placing him on his lap. It felt right to be kissing him even though they were far from right for this.
Jisung then took his face and nuzzled their noses together, making Minhos heart completely weak.
"Could you tell me...how you met your person?" He asked nervously, he knew how much Minho hated talking about it, but he figured he'd give it a try.
"I think you deserve an explanation..." Minho took a deep breath in and laid down on the bed, putting Jisung on his chest.
"I was enlisted into the army really quickly without any training, soon I went to camp to get trained and ended up being really close to someone...his name was Oliver. We'd dance all night and I never felt more alive at that time, he just made me feel so happy...but I knew it couldn't last" Minho held Jisung closer to him.
"We we're both sent to the front soon enough and it was all going perfectly fine, only a few would die everyday but I had him right by my side the whole time...but one day we had to go into a field to grab a few things...we didn't know it was one filled with bombs under the ground..."
Jisung's chest felt really heavy all of a sudden.
"It was going well until I turned around to see Oliver frozen in place...he called my name and I already knew I was going to lose him then and there. I tried for hours to get him out, to dig around it or try and make him live...but I fucking couldn't. He kept telling me to step back, but I wouldn't let him die. He kept yelling at me, but I didn't listen, so he pulled me really close and kissed me...tears covering our faces...and I knew this was his way of saying goodbye" Minho spoke and he could feel a lump of sorrow in his voice, digging down his throat.
"We handed the kiss and I stepped back, not once leaving his eyes. When I was far enough he lifted his foot and the bomb went off...I fell on my knees and cried for hours that day, I only got up when the sun rose again...and never told anyone..."
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry" the younger one had his arms wrapped tightly around his neck, crying into him.
"Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong"
"W-What if I made those bombs...? I-I-" Minho simply kissed him again.
"Then I guess we'd be even...in a really fucked up way..."
Chan then barged into the room, breathing heavily, they both jumped at the sudden noise and waited for him to speak.
"It's over..." chan muttered, looking at both of them.
"What?"
"The war...it's finally over."