The boy underneath the stars // H.J + L.M

Chapter 90

"Boo."

A warm breath hitting Jisung's ear makes him turn around instantly.

He would've been scared shitless if it weren't for him recognising the voice immediately. He smiles at seeing his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

The sudden hug surprises Minho, so he stumbles back a bit at first. It calms him down though, and he lets himself relax in the younger's touch as he rests his chin on top of Jisung's head.

"Morning Sung." Minho mumbles, closing his eyes as he smells the boy's hair.

Without even thinking about it, his hands start brushing through Jisung's blonde locks. Minho has always loved to do that. His hair is so fluffy, it's surprisingly healthy for the amount of times the boy dyed it.

"Mmh morning." Jisung murmurs into the older's chest. He sighs as he smiles contently, pulling Minho even closer.

They rock back and forth together slowly. The wind hitting them is kind of cold, but each other's warmth makes up for it.

The school bell rings from the distance, and Minho tries to move away, but jisung refuses to let go without squeezing him even tighter at first.

When, eventually, he does let go, their eyes meet.

And a smile can't help but form on Minho's face.

"What was that for?"

Jisung shrugs, "I wanted a hug."

He takes ahold of the older's hand, swinging them in between their bodies as he starts walking towards the school building.

"Anything wrong?" Minho asks. It's not that Jisung looks necessarily sad or anything. In fact, he looks happier than before. But it startles Minho that Jisung just hugged him like that, especially since he's been acting more distant lately.

"No," Jisung shakes his head, "I just wanted a hug."

He's cute.

Minho is surprised that the thought comes up in his head. He's so caught up in taking care of Jisung lately, it almost makes him forget that he's his boyfriend.

He's just a boy. A normal boy.

The boy he fell in love with.

He deserves better.

As they walk through the halls, one thing catches Jisung's eye.

Wooyoung's locker.

You know how in movies after someone dies their locker is always decorated and there are hundreds of flowers and letters?

It isn't like that in real life.

Or maybe it is, with popular people at least. But Wooyoung's locker? nothing.

Not even a trace.

It's just a regular locker, like all the others.

It's kind of sad to see.

Maybe it's for the best, it's easier to forget, right? But Jisung would've thought that at least Hongjoong or San would leave something.

Now it's just like nothing ever even happened. Wooyoung is completely forgotten, erased.

He deserved better.

"Hyung.." Jisung says hesitantly. Minho tears his gaze away from the locker, thinking the same thing.

"Do you want to get him something?"

"Can we get him flowers?"

They speak the words at the same time, and a smile forms on both of their faces as they nod.