𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝟶𝟶 𝚕.𝚖𝚑 𝚡 𝚑.𝚓𝚜

11

minho hadn't eaten lunch. again.

normally he packed a couple strawberries or a small granola bar, but he forgot this morning.

he didn't eat dinner the night before since he was with jisung. but he hated to admit he was hungry.

he entered the cafeteria, scanning the loud tables, eyes landing on jisung. he slowly walked over, picking at his fingers and stopped in front of the table.

jisung glanced at him, a wide smile on his face as he saw minho. "hey! did you need something?"
he saw the hesitance, figuring it was becuase all his friends were watching the interaction.

"um, do you- i forgot-" he bit his lip. "do you have any strawberries? i- i just forgot mine at home and-"

"i have some!"

felix whipped out his container, and there was a scoop of whipped cream inside the container as well.

minho shook his head. "no- i- i can't. that's yours." felix scooted over, making space between him and jisung.

"we can share then!"

jisung patted the space and minho hesitantly sat down. a hand gently caressed his thigh and he let himself be fed by felix.

he forgot how much felix loved sweets. there was so much whipped cream.

so many calories.

after a few minutes, and too much whipped cream for minho's body to handle, he shook his head at felix as another strawberry stopped at his lips.

" 'm full, lixie."

jisung sighed, gently putting his palm on the right side of minho's head to lay him on his shoulder, subtly kissing his forehead.

minho dozed off within minutes and the bell rang. jisung knew minho slept through anything. he was a deep sleeper.

"i have a spare so i'll just bring him to his dorm. he has a spare 4th period too."

felix pet his hair and jisung stood up, picking up the older in a koala hug. minho whined, burying his face in jisung's neck.

"let's go, sleepy baby. we'll get you to bed."

minho hummed, smiling into jisung's neck as he was brought into the elevator and to his floor.

"keys, bub?"

minho slurred his words, wanting nothing more than to just completely pass out. "in 'm back pocket."

jisung slid his hands into minho's shorts and pulled the keys out. as he opened the door, he locked it behind him and set the keys on the counter.

"do you want to get changed before sleeping?"

minho shook his head, mumbling into jisung's neck. jisung chuckled, about to set him on the bed but minho held him tighter.

he fell onto the bed on top of minho, the older holding him as tight as possible. "stay with me, please."

jisung tilted his head, pulling back a bit to cup minho's cheeks as his elbows rested beside his head.

"of course i'll stay with you. always."

——

minho was determined. he was going to ask jisung what they were. they had slept most of the day and minho sat up in the bed, moving so he sat on the edge of it.

he stood up, pacing around the room and froze when he heard shuffling of sheets. "..min? what are you doing?"

jisung sat up, rubbing his eyes. he saw minho whip around with his arms crossed.

"what are we?"

a huge weight lifted off his shoulders as he said out loud, and then the tears flooded his eyes.

"you can not fucking tell me that we're 'just friends.' fuck! just- give me an answer, please. it hurts me when i look at you and know that it might not be anything more!"

he took a deep breath, and jisung gulped, about to speak but cut off by minho. "you won't tell me anything about your sexuality and you keep telling your fucking friends that you're straight! we make out, blow each other, and- you fucking ate me out, for god's sake!"

jisung stood up, slowly approaching the frustrated boy. "i'm sorry, okay? i'm definitely not straight, i'm into you. so fucking much, and it scares me. i've never felt so strongly about someone. i've never wanted to love someone so much, and protect them the way i do to you, min."

minho sniffled, wiping his bleary eyes. the latter smiled at him, holding his hands out. "be my boyfriend?"

minho broke down into tears again, nodding quickly as he hugged jisung tightly. "yes, yes, yes. fuck, of course i will, i've liked you since freshman year."

jisung laughed, kissing minho's head multiple times. "who wouldn't? i'm the han jisung."

"i change my answer. i decline."

minho tried pulling away, only for jisung to grab his hips with his fingertips to throw him on the bed.

minho giggled and jisung threw himself on top of him and the older huffed, raking his fingers through jisung's hair.

"my pretty boyfriend." jisung glanced at minho, pressing a kiss to his neck. "my love."