golden boy

chapter 18

"wish you back," minho mumbled as they were sitting on the cushions, backs against the glass door, watching as the rain quietly but surely wet the streets.

"mhm," jisung replied. they had been sitting in silence and the taller rolled cigarettes one after the other while jisung watched his tongue lazily get out to lick the paper time and time again. he wasn't even hiding anymore and minho didn't seem to care about being watched.

"what is it about?"

"your name," jisung responded and received a slow but confused stare, "the film," he clarified, "it got me inspired."

"huh? kimi no na wa?," minho asked incredulously, "you wrote an actual poem on it?"

"it was a song. but it was a writing contest," the shorter quietly replied, "it's rearranged. it's as if the ending was different. i used some references to the plot," he explained and turned to look at the rain. discussing his creative process was weird, especially with the rich guy.

"can you sing it then?"

"no," jisung deadpanned.

"do you write a lot?," minho started again, a couple of seconds later.

"i used to but i haven't been inspired lately," the shorter scratched his head.

"what inspires you?," minho quietly questioned. 

"anything could. but this hellhole isn't exactly filled with thrilling prospects to explore," jisung bitterly returned. minho nodded. he felt bad for the other for being stuck in this environment. even the people who were in this circle since birth didn't like it.

a couple of minutes later, the sun went down and the two found themselves sitting in darkness. jisung stood up, realising that it was probably late. minho lifted a pair of curious eyes to him.

"i think i should go."

"we didn't even finish," minho muttered but lifted himself up too, "can we go on next time?"

"yes," jisung smiled and pulled the door to open it with a slide but it didn't budge.

"no, you need to push," the taller, who was behind him, giggled softly and pushed the handle inwards at the same time that jisung was reaching for it. their hands grabbed onto the handle at the same time and both got so startled that they each forgot to push.

minho let go of the handle as fast as he could and jisung opened the door effortlessly after. no more talking was needed since they were both overworked and still high, so they walked to the front door and separated, mouthing little 'bye's.

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"why are you here again?," jisung approached minho on their terrace the next day, "what happened to the good boy role while you're in school?"

"do you mind me?," the sitting boy slowly returned.

"not really. you just contradict yourself..," jisung thoughtfully replied.

"i thought everyone would know if i smoked at school and i'd get caught but you've been here the whole year and no one did," minho giggled bitterly after a pause.

"maybe it's because it's me. you might still be missed," the shorter returned and pulled out his lighter but remembered he had no cigarettes.

"nah, i'm not," minho smiled and offered his cigarette that jisung took, "you could literally smell it but i guess everyone is just so self-centred.."

jisung chuckled. they really were. it was kind of sad that minho wanted to get caught and there was no one who could do that for him. he wanted to write today, here, but minho's presence took that opportunity away.

"you don't have any cigarettes?"

"no. i'm out until tomorrow cause i don't have any money left," the shorter pouted and leaned against the wall, "what happened to the dance tryouts?"

"the ones that were like, a week ago?," minho chuckled.

"i forgot to ask, okay?," jisung tsk-ed fake angrily.

"it's okay. it went fine, i got centre," the taller smiled proudly.

"really? another show with your stunning visual in the middle of the formation?," jisung smirked and shook his head. how did he get everything he wanted?

"um.. i'll try my best not to disappoint you..?," minho suggested with a chuckle, thinking he was being poked fun at.

"ha, no way. golden boy never lets me down. even just seeing your beautiful face makes me smile," the shorter winked and cracked his fingers. it was weird not to smoke in front of the rich boy.

minho got red for a second but then realised that jisung was still making fun of him and looked at his shoes. jisung saw him dismiss the comment and pulled his sleeve up uncomfortably.

'note to self: never wink at golden boy again. god knows what he thought,' jisung reflected and bit his lip.

"so, friday?," he proposed to ease his own awkwardness.

"can we go to your place? if you don't want to meet my dad that is."

"my place then," jisung giggled. minho also smiled and they heard the bell, signaling that they were already late.