After a depressing break up and a lot of whining, Jisung convinces himself to try Tinder again. One night after swiping on the app, he comes across a man who definitely fit his standard and was his ideal type, but to Jisung's annoyance, they didn't...
Minho grinned as he watched Jisung pop three teriyaki salmon rolls into his mouth at the same time. "You don't seem to be very hungry at all," he said, holding back his laughter.
Jisung looked up at him from the sashimi slice he was now dunking unceremoniously into the small bowl of soy sauce.
"Maybe just a little," he replied with a straight face, before stuffing the sashimi into his mouth as well.
Minho burst out laughing at his puffed out cheeks and his struggle to chew all four things at once, and his indignant expression only made him laugh even harder. "You're cute."
"Thanks," Jisung managed to say after a huge swallow. "The sushi in this place is amazing. I love it, and I would definitely come by here often."
Minho smiled at him, but it didn't quite reach his eyes since he was too focused on the food. "Not to be too forward, but are you looking for a hook-up relationship? I mean, your profile doesn't say much."
For the first time in a while, Jisung's mind went through a lot of work, thinking of various responses, some being a bit too stupid and irrational. Eventually, he settled on something simple.
"I'm not the best at hook-ups, so I would say that I'm looking for a serious relationship. But what about you? I know your profile said something about wanting someone to talk to."
He wanted to say more, but he decided against it. That had been enough, and if Minho was interested, he'd open the conversation for more in-depth explanations.
"That's good. I'm not the hook-up type either. And yes, I'm kind of lonely," he chuckled at himself out of pure embarrassment.
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To Minho's surprise, everything went well. They even discovered that they'd gone to the same college, but unlike him who'd graduated after three and a half years, Jisung dropped out due to disinterest.
They also liked the same kind of music—80's pop and 90's grunge. It seemed as if the both of them were really made for each other.
"So, this guy tried to tell me that 80's wasn't Madonna's golden years and I couldn't take it anymore. I just walked away from him," Minho explained, telling Jisung in great detail about his last Tinder date as they walked around the empty streets.
"I can't believe you really did that," Jisung cackled, his eyes now focused on the night sky. "By the way, do you have any plans after this?"
"Not really. I'd probably just be laying on my bed if I go home right now."
"Well, I wanted to take you somewhere," Jisung said with just the hint of a smile. "And I bet you would really like it."
Minho nodded. "Sure," he tried not to let confusion show on his face yet he was still betrayed by a gasp that escaped from his lips as Jisung grabbed his wrist and dragged him without warning.
✎ To be continued...
Han Jisung kidnapper era 😍😘
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