One Bullet Left / Minsung ??

Han Jisung's POV

My heart fluttered at the nickname, a mixture of annoyance and something else I didn't want to name swirling within me.
I scowled at Minho, trying to hide my true feelings. “Don't call me that,” I grumbled, my voice betraying a hint of fondness.
Minho just smirked, clearly enjoying his role as my tormentor. “Aw, what's the matter, princess? Am I getting under your skin again?”

My cheeks flushed even redder, my heart fluttering traitorously in my chest. I should tell Minho to knock it off, to stop calling me names and teasing me like this. But for some reason, I didn't want to.
I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. “Shut up,” I muttered, my voice lacking any real heat.
Minho's smirk widened into a full-blown grin. “Make me,” he challenged, his voice a low drawl.

Something in me snapped as Minho's challenge hung in the air between us. I knew I shouldn't rise to the bait, that I should just turn away and ignore whatever game Minho was playing.
But some primal part of me wanted, no, needed to prove myself to Minho. To show him that I wasn't just some weak, easy target.
I leaned over the handbrake, closer to Minho, my eyes never leaving his. “You really want me to shut you up?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous.

Minho's smirk turned into a slow, cocky smile at my sudden assertiveness. He shifted in his seat, raising an eyebrow.
“Come on, then,” he taunted, his voice low. “Go ahead and make me shut up. If you can.”
I felt a rush of adrenaline, my heart racing as I leaned in even closer. I was so close to Minho now, I could practically feel the heat radiating off me.

My heart dropped as Minho suddenly leaned back, breaking the intimate proximity between us. A pang of disappointment shot through me, the sudden distance like a bucket of cold water to the face.
I watched as Minho started the car, his expression going back to its usual aloofness. I could have sworn I saw a hint of satisfaction in Minho's eyes, like he had gotten exactly what he wanted.
As the car drove off, I was left feeling confused and frustrated, wondering what the hell had just happened.

My confusion only grew as the car turned off the main road, heading towards an empty stretch of beach. The sunset hung high in the sky, casting a warn light over the sand and water.
I looked over at Minho, who was still silently driving, his face unreadable. What the hell was happening? Why were we here?

Minho killed the engine, the sudden silence of the beach settling over us. He got out of the car without a word, walking towards the shoreline.
I hesitated for a moment, still feeling disoriented from the sudden change in mood. Was I supposed to follow Minho? Should I just stay in the car?
In the end, my curiosity won out. I climbed out of the car, my shoes sinking slightly into the soft sand as I followed Minho towards the water.

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Lee Minho's POV

I inhaled deeply, the salty air filling my lungs as I stood at the edge of the water. The peaceful sound of the waves crashing against the shore was surprisingly calming, helping to quiet the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my head.
I had brought Jisung here on a whim, some inexplicable desire to share this quiet, private spot with the other boy. Now that we were here, however, I didn't know what to say.

I felt weirdly tongue-tied, my usual cocky attitude deserting me in this small, quiet space. I didn't know how to bridge the gap between us, how to break through the tension that seemed to perpetually hang in the air whenever we were together.
I cast a sideways glance at Jisung, who was also silently gazing out at the water. The light made his features look softer, almost vulnerable.

The sun was setting now, painting the sky in a brilliant array of colors. I watched as the sun sank below the horizon, the last traces of light slowly fading away.
Jisung's voice suddenly broke the silence, his words quiet and unsure. “What are we doing here, Minho?”
I felt a pang of regret at the vulnerability in Jisung's voice. I didn't have an answer, not really. I just wanted... something. Something I couldn't quite name.

The sun's last rays cast an almost magical glow over the beach, the water sparkling hypnotically. I felt my heart twist as I looked at Jisung, the other boy's face bathed in the warm, golden light.
I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. “I... I don't know,” I said, my voice gruff. “I just... wanted to be here. With you.”
I wanted to kick myself. This wasn't how I usually was, all awkward and uncertain. But something about Jisung made me feel off-balance.

My mind flashed back to the car, remembering the way Jisung had leaned in close, the heat of his body just barely brushing against mine. I remembered the look in Jisung's eyes, the way he had almost challenged me...
I swallowed hard, my throat going dry. I couldn't get that moment out of my head, the tension between us charged, electrifying. It had taken all of my self-control not to close the distance between us.

My mind was racing, my thoughts going down a dangerous path. I couldn't stop picturing what would have happened if I had given in to my impulses in the car, if I had taken what I wanted, consequences be damned.
I could almost feel Jisung's body pressed against mine, the heat of his breath-
I abruptly shoved those thoughts away, trying to regain my composure. This was Jisung, for god's sake, the annoying, loud, beautiful boy who drove me absolutely nuts.

My eyes flicked back to Jisung, who was still silently watching the waves, a small frown on his face. He looked so damn pretty in the now set moonlight, the soft, silvery light casting the angles of his face into relief.
I wanted to touch him, to run my fingers over that frown and smooth it away. I wanted to take that pouty mouth and-
I swallowed hard, trying to reign in my thoughts. Get a grip, Minho, I scolded myself.

My mind was a mess, my thoughts a confusing stew of conflicting emotions. I couldn't stop looking at Jisung, my eyes tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his neck.
I wanted so many different things at once it was giving me a headache. I wanted to push Jisung against the car and kiss that pout off his face. I wanted to hold him close and protect him from the world. I wanted to yell at him and then kiss him to shut him up again. This... thing with Jisung was driving me insane.

I couldn't take it anymore, that feeling like my heart was about to explode out of my chest. Something had to give. I had to do something.
Without thinking, I stepped forward and grabbed Jisung's wrist, pulling him close. Jisung let out a surprised noise, stumbling against me.
He looked up at me, his face filled with confusion and surprise. “Minho, wha-”

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