𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘. ❥ minsung.

twelve

Jisung had been getting in a lot of steps recently.

Okay, he didn't give a single flying fuck on a flagpole about walking. But if it was for a good cause, then maybe it wasn't the worst thing on earth.

That also didn't matter either way, because Jeonseok was on his ass 24/7. It had gotten to such a bad point that sometimes Jisung needed his trusty friends Chan and Felix to shoo off the junior boy. But, no matter what, Jeonseok would come crawling back. Like some... roach or beetle or something disgusting like that. Was it a coincidence that Jisung hated bugs?

Back to the steps.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Where does lonely, friendless loser Jisung go that requires him to walk? Isn't he the type to grab a car ride whenever possible?

Well, Jisung normally doesn't go anywhere, and yes, he'll jump at a chance to get a car ride.

He'd been walking to his soon-to-be boyfriend's dorm room. And all of you have absolutely no idea who it could be, right? (It's Minho.)

On this particular day, Jisung trudged through a sea of red, orange, and yellow leaves. He loved autumn, and it wasn't just because it was his birthday. Or Felix's. Or Chan's. Or Jeonseok's (definitely not.) Or Minho's. The real reason was that he loved looking at how nice the leaves were outside.

The freshman saw Minho sitting on a bench outside, perfect for what he was about to do. Jisung changed course efficiently, eventually sitting next to the older on the bench.

"Hey, Jisung." Minho waved politely, a small smile finding its way onto his face. The sophomore's cheeks and nose were dusted pink, most likely because of the cold. Jisung's were too, but for a different reason.

Without missing a beat, the younger male swiftly pecked Minho on the lips, catching them both off guard.

"Well then, guess I'm doing this now," Jisung chuckled, the fog of his breath appearing before him in the chilly air. "I like you, Minho. That's really everything I have to say."

Minho raised an eyebrow, a bit taken aback. "No "high school sweetheart" confession?"

"I've grown out of those."

The older smiled before pressing their lips together again, softly. It wasn't too long, but wasn't too short. It wasn't too soft, but wasn't too hard either. It was perfect.

"So do I." He interlocked their fingers as Jisung released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "But one question: did I just steal someone's boyfriend?"

Jisung had been keeping Minho updated with the Jeonseok situation. For Minho, it almost felt as though he was in a chokehold talking about his least favourite person on the planet who he just happened to know.

The younger rolled his eyes playfully. "What about the "boyfriend" part?"

"I thought this was given, but whatever." Minho stood from his seat, dramatically spinning to face Jisung. "Han Jisung, will you–"

"If I say yes, will you stop telling the entire campus?"

"Yes."

"Then yes. Can we go inside now?"

The two walked back to their dorms, hand in hand. And let's just say that Jisung was fine with getting in a few more steps each day.

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it only took them half the book

that flying fuck sentence is the funniest thing i've ever written besides the entirety of [ insert draft name here ] and this is prolly my fave chapter

(the draft is you are btw)