teacher - seungmin x reader

- twenty nine -

minho cant explain it. the feeling that he gets every time his knuckles brush with the back of jisung's hand, a sharp electric current spreading up his arm all the way down to his fingertips. he absolutely hated it at first, trying to keep as much distance as possible in between them.

"get out of my way." minho would grumble, shoulders brushing just slightly and knocking a half-asleep jisung to the side. he absolutely hated how his cheeks would automatically flush every time their eyes would meet in the full-length mirror whenever they were practicing. but most of all, he absolutely despised how despite his best efforts of maintaining a cold demeaner in front of the younger, jisung's smile was never wiped off his face.

"hyung?" jisung suddenly called out to him one day, when they were all alone and packing the equipment up.

minho grunted in response, already annoyed since just two minutes ago, jisung playfully smacked minho's ass. jisung was silent for a while, as if deciding not to ask the question based on the elder's reaction.

"well? spit it o-"

"why do you hate me so much?"

minho's heart dropped to his stomach at the exact time changbin's drumsticks dropped to the floor. he silently cursed himself, knowing that the hotheaded drummer would have dramatically lunged at him if he were there. but he wasnt. no one was. just the two of them.

"what the fuck makes you think that?" minho scoffs, trying to downplay the situation by dismissing the younger's feelings.

"dunno..." jisung suddenly second doubts himself, has it all been in his head? but even now, when they're packing things up, he cant help but feel like there's a hostility and angry heat that radiates off of minho's figure.

"it just bothers me cuz..... you're the last person i want to hate me."

and its true.

ever since the raven haired boy pushed past him during lunch break, the sickly sweet scent of honey invading his senses, jisung simply couldn't get his hyung out of his mind. he thought at first it was a subconscious wish to get closer to the elder, but he later realized it wasn't normal for his heartbeat to pick up every time his skin brushed with his "friend's".

"what?"

"i just- feel different with you and i..... dont want you to hate me. at all." jisung is whimpering now, hoping this discussion will end soon. he didn't expect for his hyung to react this way. hell, he wasn't expecting that his big fat mouth would choose this exact moment to open up and spew shit he hasnt fully thought about. 

minho's head is reeling, his hands shaking as he turned around and grabs the younger by his shoulders. jisung's eyes go wide as he feels minho push him backwards, the wall hitting his back so forcefully a grunt escapes his lips.

"what are you talking about?" minho seethes, grip on the younger's shoulders tightening almost painfully.

"h-hyung. im sorry." jisung pathetically whimpers, instantly regretting even opening up to minho in the first place.

minho's stomach churns, hating that jisung suddenly can't look him in the eye. a stray tear falls down jisung's burning cheeks, and minho doesnt even realize that he's moving to wipe the tear away until he feels the liquid kiss the pad of his thumb, hot against his skin. minho softens, the hand on jisungs shoulder loosening and falling slowly to the side.

"m'sorry, hyung." han sniffles, gaze still trained to the floor.

guilt festers deep within minho's stomach, and he wants so desperately to make things right. without thinking, he lifts his hand to rest on jisungs chin, tilting it up to look at him.