"clean ur fucking room"
"hoW DO U SEE THAT??"
where a boy receives a message from a random number telling him to clean his room.
[pls don't read this it's actual ass]
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the whole way to jisung's apartment, minho had a smile on his face. he felt like he'd just met jisung, yet here he was, going to hang out with him after they'd both confessed their feelings to each other.
his heart raced, whether out of excitement or nervousness, he wasn't sure. probably both.
the walk seemed to go by in a blur, until he was finally standing in front of the door. he knocked without hesitation.
his smile somehow widened when he heard the small patter of feet behind the door. he waited a few moments, anticipating seeing jisung, excited. and then it finally opened.
jisung's smile mimicked minho's upon seeing the boy. he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the boy he'd come to know so quickly. the latter couldn't help but do the same as well.
"hey," jisung said, slightly out of breath from going to the door so quickly.
"hi," minho returned. a few moments of silence passed.
it was then that jisung had the courage to step forward, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist, resting his head on his shoulder. "thank you," he whispered. he felt tears brimming his eyes.
minho stood frozen for a moment. but, eventually, his arms carried themselves up to jisung, and the two were left hugging in the middle of the doorway.
"why?"
jisung sniffled lightly, though no tears poured from his eyes. "i was sad"
minho took his remark by surprise, pulling away slightly to try and look at the boy. but jisung held on tighter, and minho had no choice but to stay in the warm embrace. not that he had a problem with it.
jisung continued. "i didn't clean because... well i had no motivation. it felt like everything i did just wasn't worth it"
minho listened intently. he began rubbing small circles on the boy's back as he listened to him, hoping to make him feel better.
"i moved here because my parents kicked me out"
at that, minho was finally able to pull away from jisung slightly, causing him to lift his head from minho's shoulder, locking eyes with him.
"why didn't you tell me?" minho asked softly. he couldn't fight the urge to move his hand up to jisung's cheek, holding him. he gently moved his thumb over the boy's cheek.
jisung sighed. "i just... i didn't want you to know"
minho's eyes saddened, and in one swift motion, he pulled the boy back into a hug. "you can tell me anything," minho said.
