Minsung Oneshots

My Idiot Pt. 2

Ever since Jisung had met Minho, his life had flipped a complete one eighty degrees. In the good way.

Jisung found himself scoring better marks (with just a little help from the brilliant older), he was feeling happier and he wasn't as depressed as he was before.

One thing Jisung wouldn't admit, however, amongst the turmoil of all the usual emotions in his heart, was the growing attraction he was feeling towards th ghost. Oh sure he had thought about those feelings before, but the prospect had just seemed too confusing to he true. I mean, having a crush on a ghost? Bit unnatural, isn't it?

Jisung did a good job of dealing with those feelings however. By pushing them down. Deep down. As down as they could go, with no intent of letting them back up again.

Jisung didn't let these unnatural feelings of his get in the way of his friendship though. He would still utilise all the free time of his day to meet up with Minho, whenever he could.

It wasn't a problem for either of them because, one, Minho was a ghost whom everybody feared, and two, Jisung didn't have any friends who would get worried at his disappearance. It proved to be an advantage to him too, because coming up to the rooftop always helped Jisung escape the crowded, stuffy hallways and cafeteria as well, not to mention the added advantage of hanging out with a smokin' hot dead ghost.

Everyday Jisung would climb up the steep stairs, huffing and puffing and trying his best to avoid the prying eyes of teachers, only to see Minho leaning precariously against the railing, nonchalant as if falling from there was an everyday occurrence for him.

Of course, Jisung would always have to do a double take seeing that, reminding himself every time that he was, in fact, friends with a ghost, who couldn't re-die after falling from the terrace of the six floor high building. Or jumping. Whichever he felt like in doing that day. I mean, you could never trust the guy. He might even jump willingly only to stop and hover in mid air, flashing an amused smile up at a petrified Jisung (apparently ghosts could fly).

It had taken Jisung quite a while to get used to the sight of Minho standing like that. The first few times Jisung had yelped out in shock, unable to control the mini heart attack he had gotten. The first time Minho had toppled forward in surprise on hearing the inhumanely loud screech, pitching straight down, drawing another high pitched scream from Jisung's already sore throat.

As Jisung ran to the edge of the terrace his nerves had increased as he didn't see Minho falling.

"I'm here!" A voice had yelled behind him, and Jisung had whirled around to see Minho leaning against a nearby wall, hands in his pockets, his signature amused smirk plastered on his face.

Jisung had taken the few moments required in calming his heart to admire Minho's profile. It was nothing he hadn't seen before but it still felt mesmerising to Jisung. As if he couldn't get enough of it.

The wind blowing, ruffled Minho's already messy hair, his mischeivous, dark eyes sparkling in the sunlight. His perfect lips were pulled back in that endearingly cocky smirk and from the angle where Jisung was standing, he could get a perfect view of Minho's sharp jawline and neck.

Apparently Minho had caught Jisung staring as he laughed lightly, the sound tinkling in Jisung's ears, making him smile involuntarily as well.

"Looks like someone can't get enough of me" He teased, coming closer to Jisung.

His previous stunt of falling off the roof was long forgotten, replaced by something new neither of them could decipher. All they knew was that they were both eager to feel more of it.