✓monthly boyfriend • minsung

🌹seven

It didn't take a long time for almost half of the campus to know about their relationship. Jisung and Minho were literally seen everywhere together, some times with holding hands.

Also, an incident happened a few days back between Jisung and Hanyeol. Their lecturer cut off Hanyeol's marks resulting the guy to throw Jisung off to the wall. A crowd was formed but they couldn't do anything since everyone was afraid of Hanyeol.

Except for Minho.

He saved Jisung that day, everyone saw Minho hugging the younger to calm him as he was still shaken from the fight. Just because of the small interactions it became the talk among themselves.

Jisung winced when Minho dabbed the wet cotton wool on his old scar. A few days had passed but the scratch from Hanyeol's anger that day haven't faded yet. "Stay still."

"Ah hyung, I can just wear the band-aid." Jisung tried to give another alternatives but the taller shook his head.

"This is the last one, just hold it a bit longer." Minho focused on his arm.

Jisung leant his back on the chair, pouting as he watched Minho. They were in Jisung's room that evening. Minho had insisted to come because he knew Jisung wouldn't do it. "I told you he'd bully me."

"Better than giving him the undeserving marks."

"Alright, assignment marks are more important than my safety." he sarcastically remarked, earning unsatisfied "truee" chants from his roommates.

Minho just chuckled. After a few seconds he finished. He threw the cotton wool away. "There, do I need to kiss it like usual?"

The younger's eyes went wide. His roommates started to make questioning noises, embarrassing him. "Hyung! We've never– you've never done that what do you mean 'like usual'?" he hit Minho's shoulder.

"Ah, knowing Jisung he would ask Minho hyung to do something like that." Hyunjin snickered from his bed.

"I wouldn't!" the squirrel argue.

"Right, you wouldn't." Juyeon butted in. They clearly could hear the teasing in his statement making Jisung to whine more. Only Seungmin who stayed quiet, just giggling at them.

The older chuckled softly, tousling Jisung's hair to hide the pain in his chest. "Do you need anything else? I have works to do."

"Nope. I told you not to come but you insisted."

"As long as it's about the squirrel I'd come," Minho smiled. "Bye, if you need anything just call me."

The older closed the door, that's when a message came in from Juyeon.

juyeon: so you're still having him for a JUST one month bf?

Right, Seungjin didn't know about this. They might have not seen the tweet or because Jisung deleted it.

Jisung immediately went out to search for Minho, leaving Juyeon smiling to himself.

(●‿●✿)

Minho blankly stared at the paper in front of him. The lecturer's voice was drown by his thoughts. His mind was busy thinking about the conversation he had with Jisung.

"Hyung, is it okay if.. uh.."

At that moment Minho felt something hitting him with a huge rock. He knew he shouldn't do this, he was hurting himself.

"One month almost ended and the students just found out. I don't want them to think that we're sort of player or something."

Right, Jisung was kind enough to avoid that thing to happen. But,

"Are you fine with another two months?"

He was fine, that means he could spend more time with him before moving to the main campus. But knowing when it's gonna be an act, he was not okay with that.

"Dismissed."

The brunette packed his things, not even bothering to revise what the lecturer had written on the whiteboard. They were doing some revision anyway.

"Damn you looked so immersed with the class earlier," Changbin came with a giggle. "Care to share?"

"No."

"Why are you so mean."

"Only for you. Be grateful." He received a playful punch on his shoulder. Minho grinned sarcastically while holding his fist up, ready to pass it to Changbin as a gift.

The shorter guy went off, saving his life.

"Share your ass." he rolled his eyes. With that his mind returned to Jisung, the junior he was faking a date with.

— five months ago

"You know that kid?" Chan pointed towards a direction while munching his fries. "He's an Aussie too. I want to talk to him but I'd look creepy."

"You'd look like a thirsty vampire for ass." Minho lamely stated but looked at the pointed direction anyway. There, an orange haired guy was struggling to lift some boxes up. He seem to be tired so he set them aside, holding his waist while looking around.

"Figured out, his face doesn't look like korean much."

A tall guy with blue streaks hair approached him with a guilty smile. Minho just watch them talking, the former one seem to be angry or something before walking away. The taller then brought the boxes to where he was. To be precise, the seat next to him. Minho looked away, not wanting to be labelled as a stalker.

"Did he catch your eyes?" Chan whispered, only to receive a disgusted look from him.

"Shut up before I eat you, Crispy."

Chan giggled, taking another bite of the fries. "Woah, kind of kinky but—"

"YAH HAN JISUNG!"

The guy choked. Minho stiffled a laugh at his misery and looked at the guy beside his table who just shouted the unfamiliar name. He was about to warn him but then another guy with full cheeks, messy blonde hair in a pastel blue sweatshirt came, panting.

"I–I'm so sorry," the boy said between pants.

"Do you know your things are not that light? My friend had to carry them all the way from the main gate! Next time get them in time geez."

Minho could see the boy pouted a bit while sitting on the chair. He put a hand on top of the parcel. "Tell him I'm so sorry."

He then cheered when his friend handed him a glass of carbonated drink. His doe eyes lighted up and his hands balled into small fists.

Without knowing Minho was staring at the guy until Chan flicked his forehead hard. "Ow! What the fuck?"

"Don't be a simp." he teased. Minho rolled his eyes.

Han Jisung, huh?

cute.

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