letters for his lovely || minsung

𝙷̷𝚒̷𝚜̷ 𝙻̷𝚘̷𝚟̷𝚎̷𝚕̷𝚢̷.

Jisung felt like dying inside.

He was currently cursing himself while on his seat in the school cafeteria, surrounded by schoolmates that had become familiar to him.

Why did he do that? Why did he hug Minho, even though he promised himself he would try to forget about him? This was definitely unfair to his secret admirer- who might have even witnessed the whole exchange!

Jisung let out a muffled wail from his seat, face resting on his arms defeatedly. Using his lips he let out an audible puff of air, watching Jeongin and Hyunjin being cuddly in the two seats next to him on the left.

At least some good had come out of whatever had happened yesterday.

He felt a hand comb through his hair, not reacting much because he knew the only person who soberly treated him with such delicacy had to be Felix.

"Don't stress, Sungshine. I'm sure Minho hyung thought it was cute."

"But I'm moving on from that little crush now! But what if he thinks I'm making moves?" He whined to the freckled boy on his right. The latter chuckled, rubbing his back.

"Let's take your mind off of him, I don't think it's good for your softie heart," Somi chuckled. She faced Jisung from the opposite side of the table, smirking a tiny bit. "What I do think you should be focusing on, though, is the fact that Kim Sunwoo has been staring at you ever since you sat down."

Jisung tilted his head. "Sunwoo? Hyunjin, aren't you friends with him?"

"Oh scratch that Jisung, he's coming over here right now- no don't turn around!"

Jisung turned around in his seat despite Somi's warning, immediately met with the curly haired boy's arrival.

 He looked up at the older, giving him a gummy smile that made Sunwoo's mouth tilt up in a half grin.

"Hey Jisung, can you come with me for a second?" Sunwoo scratched the back of his neck with an awkward grin.

He held his hand out for Jisung to use as support. Jisung giggled at the gesture, finding it a bit goofy because he could stand up himself but taking Sunwoo's hand nonetheless.

However, as soon as their hands touched an unholy symphony of shouting was heard from the table Sunwoo came from.

The boy sighed tiredly as Jisung looked to where the sounds were coming from. His eyes were drawn to a table of eleven boys staring right back at him, making teasingly gushy noises. A variety of finger hearts and other overly cutesy gestures were made towards him and Sunwoo, one of the boys shaking the other in hysteria.

Sunwoo's face was turning quite red at this point in time. "God, I'm so sorry about those guys, Jisung. They think my suffering is funny," he muttered with embarrassment, guiding Jisung away from the Cafeteria and into a hallway.

He looked at Jisung with a slight grin again, some of the nervousness the younger caught in his face disappearing.

"Is there something I need to know?" Jisung asked in a soft tone, smile never leaving his features.

"There's two things, actually. For one, I feel like I'm infatuated with you, and I genuinely don't know if it's the romantic way or just sheer admiration."

Jisung's eyes widened, his cheeks blossoming with red. He was taken aback to say at the least. Could anyone blame him? He hadn't ever been confessed to. Ever.

He unconsciously began playing with his hoodie sleeve, looking down at the floor. Jisung didn't know how to respond, act, or proceed with the inkling of a conversation they were supposed to have.