Art Gallery ~ minsung

2nd August

Jisung's POV

Minho and I should've met for a fresh dinner and a Netflix night - how funny we liked completely different genres - but I had a little argument with Felix before lunch and my mood was terribly down. I couldn't meet Minho in these conditions, I wouldn't enjoy our moments to the fullest.

I called Minho, telling him about my little quarrel. He wanted to know the details. Well, it wasn't that big of a deal, Felix had just called me useless because I had no idea what to do for Changbin's birthday, which was coming in three weeks. At that moment, I couldn't care less about Changbin's birthday, but apparently it was something crucial for Felix's existence. Minho laughed it out and said he was coming anyway.

"Please don't." I whined, but Minho kept giggling on the other end of the call.

"I will anyway. Also, I was thinking about asking you something tonight..."

"Which is?" I asked, anticipating his answer as if my life depended on it.

"Can I sleepover next time?"

"Finally!" I yelled, the result of the thousands of butterflies that flew in my belly at all the scenarios my head was already creating.

The two of us, alone, on my bed, falling asleep next to each other. I really couldn't wait for it to happen, I was trembling for it, breathing for it, living for it. "Do you wanna sleepover tonight instead?"

"Knew this was coming." He chuckled, only making me even happier. "Sure Jiji."

I didn't care about the nickname, I just started jumping around the kitchen in excitement. Watching him fall asleep was all I would look up to for the rest of the day. 

"I'll be there at six. I have something to fix here." 

"I'll be waiting!" I sang, the slight anger and the slight sadness mixed with guilt that I was feeling completely giving space to this new excitement of wanting to be close to him, more than we had ever been.

"Can't wait to see you angry!"

I spent the rest of the day thinking about my stupid quarrel with Felix. I ended up making up with him and told him we could meet the day after, since that day I was having a date with Minho. He of course had to tease the shit out of it, and we were back to being the quirky weird best friends we had always been since middle school.

I decided to paint that out, the emotion of feeling like you've lost such a big slice of your heart and then find it again after a pair of hours. I had thought I had lost Felix over such a stupid reason, but, as always, we made up easily, because it was impossible to really stay mad at each other when we brought that sense of clumsy joy to our lives whenever we were together.

I didn't even notice that time had passed fast, I finished my painting and let it dry in a little spot I found in my garage, only then noticing that it was twenty minutes to six and barely had a quarter of an hour to clean as much as possible before Minho's arrival.

In fact, Minho rang my bell as I was still at work, finding me right in the middle of a polishing-the-table spree.

Minho chuckled as his eyes followed my figure running into the kitchen with a wet cloth in hand. Less than ten seconds and he was there in front of me, the door already closed and the backpack he had hanging on his shoulder laying next to the sofa.

"What were you up to?" He giggled, leaning on the door frame with an amused face. 

"I was painting and just started cleaning. I didn't look at the time... sorry." I smiled nervously at him before hiding the dirty cloth somewhere in the kitchen, where I would probably forget it and find it again four years from now.