neon roses ~ l.mh • h.js

capitolo ventuno: il piano telefonico

a/n: i forget what day it is so i'm going to assume that the last chapter was thursday. i'm also gonna skip through the weekend. just assume that it was uneventful. it is now monday :)

p.s, this is what happens when you forget to keep track of dates. if you're a new author, don't do this. take me as a bad example. i'll try to make it not happen again ☹️

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ANTIFRAGILE by LE SSERAFIM played from Jisung's phone, making him stir in bed. The song was already almost half over, making Jisung realize it's been going on for a while. The absence of Minho waking him up now confused him. At some point in the night, Jisung's wings had revealed themselves, and the feeling of his wings being bent uncomfortably and the feathers poking at his skin had gotten to the point where Jisung wanted to throw a lamp through the window. Fortunately, he didn't do that, settling for taking off his shirt even though he new Minho would see him like that. 

But did he really care at this point? No.

Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, reaching to turn his alarm off. He looked across the room, finding Minho still in a deep sleep. This time I'll wake him up and not just stare at him, Jisung mischievously thought, wings spreading in excitement. He swung his legs off of the bed and hopped over to Minho's dead-looking body.

Now that Jisung was less than a foot away from Minho, he carefully grabbed the pillow that Minho was holding, quickly but gently pressing the fabric over Minho's face, making the poor boy jolt in surprise.

"Mmf—What the fuck??" Minho's voice came out muffled, his arms darting to the pillow to rip it off of his face only to be met with a giggling Jisung. The anger Minho felt quickly melted away when their eyes met. Hovering over him, Jisung's wings were spread long behind him, the vibrant colors complimenting his tan skin and dark blue hair, piercings glittering in the low light. The wings practically made him look like an angel. A really hot, sexy angel—No, stop thinking weird things! Minho gulped, staring up at Jisung who's giggles softly died down, lips in an almost unnoticeable pout while maintaining eye contact with the older. Jisung cleared his throat, corners of his lips raising again, getting himself to snap out of whatever state he was in just now.

"I beat you." Was all Jisung said as he smiled, leaning back up with a proud smirk. He turned away to grab his clothes, leaving Minho to shamelessly stare at his back before he even knew what he was doing. But he couldn't help himself even if he tried. The younger was just beautiful, simply put. And now that Minho accepted his newfound (but unidentified) feelings for the younger, he could stare without shame.

"Cmon, you gotta get ready." Jisung said when he turned back to Minho to find him still laying in bed. But his eyes widened when he noticed that Minho was staring at his bare upper body. His face flushed, extending his wings and wrapping them around himself to cover up.

"Hyung! Stop staring!" Jisung whined, Minho noticing that Jisung's feathers visibly puffed up. He raised an amused eyebrow. "What is it now??" Jisung stomped his foot frustratedly at Minho's expression.

"Your feathers." Minho giggled. And then Jisung just realized the tingly feeling throughout his body. Fuck, now he knows!

"Ignore that." Jisung huffed, grabbing his clothes in a hurry and sprinting to the bathroom making Minho shake his head with a small laugh.

Minho quickly got dressed when Jisung dressed in the bathroom to save time, adding accessories and slipping on his shoes. Jisung exited the bathroom, some of the strands of hair framing his face damp, almost making Minho laugh out loud, but he refrained from doing so to not embarrass Jisung any further. He smiled as he watched Jisung put on his shoes, Jisung smiling back when their eyes met. Then, they set off to the university.