neon roses ~ l.mh • h.js

capitolo sei: l'incidente da incubo

"Hi." Minho replied, turning his head to face Jisung, showing him a light bracket smile.

"Thanks for letting me use your cat stuffed animal." Jisung pulled the cat out of his pocket and handed it to Minho, who set his pencil down and took it, narrowing his eyes at Jisung.

"Why're you acting all awkward?" Minho sipped on his coffee, sparkly boba eyes looking up at Jisung.

"I don't know, I'm sorry. It's just, we barely know each other and I'm not really used to people, you know, doing nice things for me I guess." Jisung shrugged and walked over to sit on his bed, feeling less tense now that the cat was out of the bag (not the stuffed animal).

"That sounded really depressing. But alright then, why don't we get to know each other more?" Minho said, resting the stuffed animal beside him.

"Really?" Jisung said as he tilted his head in confusion.

"Why do you look so surprised?"

"You act like you don't like me." Jisung said bluntly, which made Minho start to feel a little guilty.

"I'll admit, I wasn't really on board with having to live with someone else for 9 months, but I'm going to have to get used to it sooner or later." Minho shrugged.

"Makes sense. I take it as you're not a people person?"

"Not really."

"Doesn't surprise me."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean??"

"Ahh, nothing, nothing. Hmm... Oh! Why don't we play 20 questions? What's your favorite color?" Minho giggled at the immature question.

"Mint. You?"

"Black."

"Doesn't surprise me.."

"Hey! Don't use my own words against me!" Jisung said offended, throwing his pillow at a giggling Minho who blocked it with his arms. The two carried on with the game, chatting comfortably as they learned more about each other. It turns out, Minho wasn't really that much of a bitch, but rather was a sweet soul who had difficulty showing emotions. And just liked teasing Jisung, so it seems. Minho also found out that despite Jisung's style, he was a very energetic, social, happy little thing. By the end of their chitchat, both males were laid down, limbs sprawled comfortably all over their beds. Jisung was fidgeting with a stray feather he found in his bedsheets that he played off as it being from his previous art class for a project. Minho thought it was slightly immature to be using feathers in a college art class but nonetheless went along with it.

"It's getting late. We should go to sleep." Jisung said, breaking their comfortable silence.

"Yeah..." Minho replied reluctantly.

"What is it?" Jisung turned his head to face Minho.

"I dunno, it's just that.. It's a Friday.. we don't have any classes tomorrow.." He trailed off.

"What are you implying, boba eyes?" Jisung grinned.

"Don't call me that, that sounds weird." Minho deadpanned, but he felt his face warm up a little bit at the incredibly stupid.. compliment? Insult? Observation? What the hell would that even be considered as?

"I won't then. So, gonna tell me?" Jisung urged.

"Forget it." Minho turned away from Jisung and lay on his side.

"No no, I want to hear what you were going to say." Jisung rolled over onto his stomach, resting his chin on the top of his intertwined hands and looking at Minho with a pout.