you first {minsung} DISCONTINUED

fifty-four.

Minho's hands gently shook as he held up his phone. 

He could do it. He could do it so easily. 

One click of his finger and he could FaceTime the one person who had been on his mind for so long. Jisung would answer, they would talk for a while until one of them fell asleep, and overall it would just be a wholesome experience. 

Minho could do it. One small move of his thumb and he could be talking to his favorite person. One movement and he could be filled with that giddy excitement. 

It would be so easy. 

So why was it so hard? 

I want to know why he suddenly stopped texting me, he tried to convince himself. I wanna know what he has to tell me that'll for some reason get him $100. I wanna know why he's murdering Felix. Hell, I wanna know every single thing about him, big and small, good and bad. I wanna talk to him and hug him and kiss him and hold him and be there for him and- 

Well now Minho was getting slightly off topic. He looked back down at the phone in his hand, his thumb hovering right over the FaceTime button on Jisung's contact. 

You can do this. You CAN do this. It's just a boy. A cute, funny, attractive, perfect boy. It's just Han Jisung. Not that big of a deal. 

It's not like Minho had anything else to do, anyway, since his house was as empty as ever. 

OKAY. YOU'VE GOT THIS, YOU BRAVE SEXY BEAST. YOU. CAN. DO. THIS. 

He took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he tried to calm himself. 

"I AM NOT A COWARD!" he screamed, his thumb plunging down toward the shiny, reflective, cracked glass that was his phone screen. 

Tap. 

Riiiiiiiiiiiiing. 

"It's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine," Minho muttered over and over, trying to calm his beating heart as he waited for Jisung to pick up the phone - if he even answered at all. 

Oh gosh, what if he doesn't answer?! Minho screamed in his own head. 

Jisung answered. 

"Hi?" the younger boy said timidly, rubbing at his eyes as he held his phone close to his face. He was lying down on his stomach in bed, his face buried in a large fluffy pillow. His hair was a little bit messy, sort of sticking up here and there. It was hanging down into his eyes, and his cheeks looked extra squirrel-like. 

Summary: Han Jisung was adorable. 

"Hi," Minho responded, resting his chin in his hands as he blinked slowly, fondly staring at the boy on his phone screen. 

"D-Did you need something?" Jisung asked. "I was talking to Felix." He scrunched up his nose like he needed to sneeze as he said this, except it was probably a more annoyed/frustrated nose-scrunch rather than a sneezy one. Minho just hoped the angry nose-scrunch was aimed at Felix, or rather at the memory of Felix, but not at Minho. 

Minho nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah, I figured you were talking to him when you were all like, 'rawr lemme go strangle my best friend just because he told Minho that I had something to tell him'. It gave me about-to-talk-to-Felix vibes." 

Minho was pretty much ready to shoot himself in the head for how stupid he sounded, but he couldn't help it. 

Why was he suddenly acting so nervous around Jisung? He was supposed to be a confident gay! 

Jisung hesitantly nodded. "Uh, yeah. Well anyway, why'd you call?" 

Minho shrugged, adjusting his position in his spinny rolly office chair that had become a permanent resident of his bedroom when eight-year-old Minho had bought it at a garage sale. "Just wanted to see you. And know why you wanted to strangle Felix. I mean, you can't blame me for being at least a little curious, right?"