✓monthly boyfriend • minsung

🌹fifteen

Minho looked over to the other seats. The back seats were inviting him but his eyes were quick to catch someone earlier, and now he was in dilemma.

It's just a seat, but you know how the back seat give the best feeling when you're with your friends.

Chan and Yeosang were already sitting at the back seat, conquering the place. It looks so inviting, but Minho gave up and decided to sit next to Jisung. He could hear his friends snickering but he cared less.

He missed Jisung.

His lips curled upwards while looking at the sleeping guy. Jisung was leaning on the window, making Minho concerned if his head hit it hard when there's bumpers. Hesitantly, he brought Jisung's head to his shoulder but of course the younger was awake by the movements. The blonde quickly pulled away while rubbing his eye with his fist.

"What are you doing.." Jisung muttered sleepily.

"Your neck will get hurt."

Hearing the voice made Jisung wide awake. He blinked his eyes a few times to make sure whether he was delusional or Minho was really next to him. "M-minho hyung.."

The older smiled, patting his head. "Sorry I woke you up, you can sleep now here." he pat his own shoulder but Jisung shook his head.

"N-no, your shoulder—"

"It's not a big deal. Sleep."

Minho made Jisung leaned on him nevertheless. He was sure the guy was tired so he will not fight back. The brunette connected his phone with his earphones and gave one to Jisung. "What's your stop?"

"Itaewon."

"Really? We're living in the same street?"

"I guess so." Jisung yawned and Minho laughed lightly.

"I'll wake you up when we arrived. Sleep." He said while choosing a soft playlist. He knew how Jisung loved listening to soft songs at nights. Whenever they hung out at nights Jisung would always recommend some songs that he called his chill playlist.

Jisung faintly smiled when the song shuffled to one of the songs he recommended to Minho. Instantly his hand moved by itself and drapped on Minho's stomach. "Hyung, I'm sorry for being nosy that day." he said with his eyes still closing.

Minho felt a wave of guilt washed over him. Jisung was not supposed to be sorry, it was him who started the cold war, not Jisung. "You did nothing wrong, don't apologise."

The younger whined a bit, protesting but then the sleepiness took over him. Minho shook his head lightly. For him Jisung was a weird one, but he liked it.

Minho played with his hair. This reminded him off that night where he was being so cuddly with Jisung. He was fully sober, and saying Jisung's name just calm him down. He loved the feeling of holding him close. And now, he's experiencing it again.

But,

"This is just for awhile, right?" he whispered to himself after making sure Jisung was really sleeping. His hands were still playing with Jisung's hair, he did not plan on stopping. "If I really have the courage to tell you bout me, I'd do that for a long time now, Sung. But I don't, I'm so sorry."

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Minho arrived home late that night. He offered to send Jisung first, quite concerned of him riding an uber in a sleepy manner. Jisung's house was just five minutes rides from his and he could not express in words how happy he was. He had never thought the younger would be living in the same streets as him. How come he had never seen him before?