forest || minsung

14

Jisung had not been prepared for dinner.

Minho's dad was a cheery man, very interested in what he was saying, and Jisung couldn't help but wonder how his son was the complete opposite of that.

That was, at least, until they arrived at a very different topic.

'Minho told me your parents have passed away.'

Did they really have to discuss this?

'They did, yes.' He stared at his plate, picking at the food.

'I knew them when we were younger.' Jisungs head shot up.

'You knew my parents?'

He nodded. 'We went to the same school, before they moved to Malaysia. Your mother was very hardworking, your dad not so much. The perfect balance.'

Jisung smiled sadly, now lost in his own thoughts. He had not expected to be hit with this when he agreed to join them for dinner. He couldn't say he did not want to hear this, though. It was a happy memory.

By the time they finished dinner, Jisung was eager to get out of the room. His social battery only ran for so long. He thanked Minho's father for the food, who made sure to tell him that he was always welcome to join them, as "it was always just the two of them anyways".

Back in his room, Minho sighed dramatically. 'My goodness. I'm sorry for my dad, he means well.'

'I know.'

'You alright?'

Jisung hesitated, but nodded assuringly. 'Yeah, I'm fine.' He ignored the familiar prickling behind his eyes and tried to shake off any sad thoughts.

Both boys let themselves fall on the chairs. The older turned on the tv, which hung on his wall. What a luxury.

They didn't do any more homework that evening. The tv was way too interesting, and english way too boring.

And the next day at school, Hyunjin and Seungmin had still not talked.
It bothered Jisung, even though he didn't know the friends that long. He cared for them, and could see how miserable they were.

At school, people were slowly growing anxious for the upcoming exams. They were only two weeks away, and Jisung should really start studying for them soon. After them, they would have a well-deserved week holiday.

That evening, he hung out with Minho again. They were becoming comfortable in each others presence, Jisung didn't feel like he had to constantly smile around him. It was less tiring that way.

This time, Jisung had invited Minho to his place. He had already met his brother, so it only took a quick wave before they entered Jisung's small bedroom.

Minho hadn't been here yet, so he started wandering around just like the other had the day before.

He picked up a book from his shelf and opened it on a random page.

'You can't just open a book in the middle.'

'Sure I can.'

He rolled his eyes and took the book from Minho's hands. 'Hey! I was reading that.'

Jisung scanned one of his shelves and plucked a different book from it, a mix between poetry and normal literature.

'Here, try this instead.'

Minho opened the book at a random page, but didn't read anything yet, instead scanning around the room.

'Can I sit here?' He pointed at his bed. Jisung nodded.

He lowered himself onto the bed and finally started reading. Outside, the sun was shining. Rays of light fell through the window, illuminating him perfectly. The blonde-haired boy just stared at the sight of it.

Shit.

Minho's attention didn't last long. Jisung was quick to avert his eyes when the former started exploring the room again.

'Who is this?' He pointed at one of the few pictures he had hung on his wall.

'Yeosang. He was my best friend in Malaysia.'

He nodded in understanding. 'Why did you move away?'

Jisung shrugged. 'Yejun wanted to go back to our parents' country. When he found a better job here, it didn't take long before he decided we were gonna move.'

Minho hummed. 'Are you happy to be here?'

'By now, yeah. I met you guys, which made everything a lot easier.'

Minho smiled and looked down.

Jisung loved that smile.

Fuck, he really did.

He would have to make him do that more.

'You alright there?' Minho waved his hand in front of his face. When the other seemed to wake up from his trance, he snorted.

'Yes I was just... thinking of something.'

'Of what?'

Of you.

He shook his head. 'Of uh.. when I first met everyone.'

Jisung was glad when Minho left. He tried putting his thoughts in order, which was a worthless attempt, honestly.
Jisung moved to Korea.
He met Chan.
He met Minho and the others.
They have to do the project together.
They hang out a few times.
Minho taught him to dance.
They hang out some more.
So where did it go wrong?

Leave me to stare at you
Eradicate my fantasy
Even if it's harmless

Must you look like that
I am lost in thought
Needles tickle my skin
Hot cheeks and warm eyes
Open your heart for me

The next day was Wednesday. Once again, Hyunjin and Seungmin ignored each other completely. And once again, Minho and Jisung hung out together.

'We should make them talk,' Jisung said suddenly, as they were sitting on his bed, doing nothing.

'Who?'

'Hyunjin and Seungmin.'

'Mm. Not really our business though, is it?'

'No... But I just want this fixed, and it doesn't seem like they're gonna do anything on their own.'

'I guess. What do you suggest we do?'

Jisung shrugged. 'We convince them to talk themselves, but stay close for if things go wrong.'

Minho hesitated. 'What if we only make it worse, though? Or if they get mad at us for meddling?'

'But don't they want this fixed as well? Have you not seen them at school? They look miserable. Maybe they just need a little push.'

The older sighed. 'Fine, I suppose we can try.'

 
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