Minsung Oneshots

Good Terms

"I didn't hate you back then, Jisung." The way he said his name... It's so different from the heart-piercing venom that was spat at him day to day.

"Then why did you act like it. You told me you hated me. So did your friends." Minho winces at the very thought of his friends treating Jisung just has as bad as he himself did; sometimes worse.

"It's...hard to explain." Jisung gave the man sitting three seats away from him a deadpanned glare.

"I- It's not that I didn't like you. I just..couldn't accept you." That sure hit a nerve.

"Y-You couldn't accept me? What, because I was outed?! Y'know, Minho, that's so low even for yo-"

"That's not why!" Jisung is just confused now. What reason could Minho have for not accepting him?

"I... I guess..I just wasn't able to accept the concept of...you. I know that sounds ridiculous! I haven't been able to completely wrap my head around it, either. But...when you first showed up, somehow I already knew that you were better than me." Not only is Jisung confused but now also taken aback.

Minho thought Jisung was better than him? It completely contrasts with the lies and slander the former bully fed him for those three unbearable years. Now,..the tables have turned.

"Maybe it was because you made friends so easily, or because you never stressed about school work or, simply the way you walked down the halls. I don't know. I just didn't like it. But...I was also very insecure at the time. I still am." Finally, Minho bent his neck upward to look at Jisung's dumbfounded face.

Jisung doesn't know what to say. Should he say anything? Minho thought Jisung was better than him; maybe even admired the poor boy. Was this really the same Minho he knew back in high school? It didn't feel like it. He's more...modest now. Mature maybe. It's odd. Actually, maybe odd isn't the right word to describe it since Jisung is almost incredulous of the conversation he's having with this man he grew to hate; he grew to fear.

Jisung is wondering if he's even opposed to the idea of this kind-eyed man before being a complete stranger in some crazy mix-up. Both men accidentally mistaking each other for a different figure from their past. But no. This isn't a mistake. The two adversaries are incidentally having a relatively calm conversation. Conversing in the same waiting room of the therapy office they apparently share. It's all so...unorthodox.

"I'm sorry if that startled you. I'm not good at explaining how I feel. My therapist can attest." A corner of Minho's mouth lifts. Almost as if he was about to exhale a chuckle, as one does, but decided against it.

"I... I don't know what to say, I'm sorry. This is..information I would've liked to be aware of in my teenage years." Jisung laughs nervously, and now both sides of Minho's mouth are curling.

"Yeah, I'm sure it would have saved you some overthinking." The room falls silent after that sentence leaves Minho's mouth.

It wouldn't be awkward if not for the memories running through both boy's heads. All those times Minho made Jisung feel worthless... Truly, Minho is lucky that the other is so forgiving. Anyone else would have probably made a scene of Minho's presence. Ah, but instead, the two sit in silence; uncertain silence.

"Y'know,...I've kind of..always dreamed of this day. The day you and I talk it out like..hm, adults." Yes, Jisung almost laughed at his own irony.

"Well, I'm glad I could make your wish come tr-" The door on the other side of the room opens with a soft crackle and squeak.

"Lee Minho-ah, Kim Bong Cha-nim is ready to see you." Minho glances at Jisung before getting up to approach the door leading to the private offices.

"Han Jisung-ah, I should be back shortly once Seo Ja Hye-nim arrives." And then the door clicks shut.

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I don't know why, but it was so satisfying to write something and finish it after so long. And it's even more satisfying that I get to post this. I'm glad I'm not totally burnt out.

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