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The rest of the week went by in a blur. Jisung would meet up with Minho and his new friends for lunch, and then spend time with Felix and his friends, Jeongin and Seungmin, in class.
It felt weird, to say the least. He worried every day that they were just talking to him out of pity, but they always made sure that he felt that he belonged.
Saturday morning finally came, and Jisung woke up especially early out of excitement. The hangout wasn't until 2:00 p.m., but he was anxious and wanted to make sure his outfit was perfect.
He rummaged through his closet until he found a white hoodie and a pair of khakis. He didn't want to overdress or look overly casual.
He slipped out of his pajamas and put on the outfit. He added a pearl necklace to make sure he didn't look too plain before admiring himself in the mirror on the back of the door to his room. He turned and posed to check every angle.
*ding*
Han walked over to his phone and saw that Minho had texted him. He smiled, then laid on his bed on his stomach with his feet swinging in the air as he responded.
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Minho
Hey, have you eaten yet?
Jisung
No, why?
Minho
Do you want to go to a café with me?
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Han squealed and kicked his feet.
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Minho
Hey, have you eaten yet?
Jisung
No, why?
Minho
Do you want to go to a café with me?
Jisung
As long as they have waffles 😤
Minho
Of course, cutey ;)
I'll be there in a few
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Han ran to his bathroom and immediately started doing his makeup. He went with more of a natural look since he had chosen an outfit with neutral tones. But, he added a touch of hazel eyeshadow to his eyelids to give a bit of contrast to the look.
He ran back to his room and packed some stim toys, his wallet, his noise-canceling headphones, and his earbuds into a shoulder bag.
The doorbell rang, and he flew down the stairs to open it.
"Hi-," he said breathlessly as he opened the door.
Minho stood in shock for a moment before regaining his composure.
"Hi...wow - You look just - wow," Minho stuttered out. He looked away out of embarrassment.
They had never seen each other outside of their school uniforms, except for when they wore pajamas at Jisung's house that one time.
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