𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝟶𝟶 𝚕.𝚖𝚑 𝚡 𝚑.𝚓𝚜

13

song rec: unsaid emily
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after a few hours of minho pacing, panicking and sleeping, the door opened. "min? you wanted to talk?"

minho sighed, exiting the bedroom and crossing his arms as he leant against the door frame.

jisung blinked, realization hitting him that something was wrong as he saw that minho wasn't in his jersey anymore, but back in his own clothes.

"is something wr-"

"when were you going to tell me that you're failing?" jisung's face paled. "were you ever going to tell me? because for some reason, the coach had to tell me that my boyfriend was failing."

"minho. i was going to-"

"when? when you got pulled from the team? jisung- this is serious, you know that? you might not get a scholarship to schools if you keep failing your classes!"

jisung kept his gaze on the ground, accepting the scolding from minho. "i know, min. i'm sorry i didn't tell you. i was embarrassed."

"you think i'd judge you, ji? i love you, why would i judge you if you're struggling? come to me. i can help you out! i'm a fucking tutor anyway!"

minho scoffed as he saw that jisung was on his phone instead of listening to him. "you know what? fine. fail your fucking tests, get pulled from the team. not my problem."

he set the test down on the counter, grabbing his phone and slamming the front door behind him. jisung sighed, clicking on his mom's contact as tears welt up in his eyes.

"mom? i- i messed up really bad."

———

jisung had a long conversation with his mother about minho, complaining about why she hadn't been introduced to him yet.

he opened minho's dorm door with his spare key, taking off his shoes as he went inside. he opened the door to minho's room, seeing him curled into a ball on his bed under the covers.

he had tear stained cheeks and jisung immediately felt guilt wash over him. he got under the covers, behind minho, and wrapping an arm around him.

he bent his knees to be under minho's own, tugging the covers over the both of them more.

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minho woke up, shifting in the hold before turning to face jisung. rubbing his eyes, he placed his palm on jisung's cheek, rubbing his thumb against it gently.

"ji."

jisung pulled him closer so their chest were flush against each other, smiling softly. "i need to talk to you, min. we can't walk out being angry with each other."

minho nodded, closing his eyes as he pressed their foreheads together. "i'm sorry, ji. i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have walked out, it wasn't fair to you."

jisung shook his head, shushing him. "no, it's okay. we were frustrated, and it's going to happen sometimes. it was good to take a break to cool off a little bit."

"just," minho opened his eyes. "were you going to ask me for help?" the younger sighed, shaking his head.

"i wasn't going to. i was just going to brush it off."

"ji, you're going to be kicked off the team. you- you love playing."

jisung nodded, hearing how minho's breath started to pick up. his lip trembled and jisung's eyes widened.

"baby, it's going to be okay. i'll work harder-"

"is it my fault?"

jisung's lips pursed. "of course not. why would you even think that? it's my own for not asking you to help me study."

minho muttered an 'okay' and jisung kissed him gently. "i love you." the older buried his face in jisung's neck as his face went a pink from blush.

"say it back, min."

minho whined, feeling the embarrassment creeping up. jisung chuckled, rubbing his back.
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jisung leant in for a kiss, only to be hit with a textbook in return. he rubbed his head, starting to fake cry.

minho groaned. "ji, we need to study." as jisung kept fake-crying, minho continued writing notes out.

jisung saw that he wouldn't get the attention he wanted and huffed. "one kiss? it'll help me power through it."

minho glared at him, setting his pen down. "if you're going to stay on the team, you need to get your science grade up. so, no kissing, no whining."

"cuddle breaks?" jisung's pouty face tugged at minho's heart and he shook his head. "no. nothing."

"please, just one kiss."

minho sighed, a small smile forming on his lips. "fine, but only o-" jisung shot up from his spot on the floor, tackling minho down to lay on the floor.

pressing their lips together as he cupped minho's cheeks. minho giggled, wrapping his arms around jisung's shoulders to pull him down even closer.

jisung pulled off slightly, whispering against minho's lips. "i love you. so, so much." connecting their lips again, jisung's hands moved to minho's waist.