𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝟶𝟶 𝚕.𝚖𝚑 𝚡 𝚑.𝚓𝚜

17

the stadium buzzed with anticipation as minho made his way to the stands, his heart filled with pride and excitement. today was a special day—jisung was playing in a highly anticipated football game. as minho settled into his seat, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. he was eager to watch jisung shine on the field and show his unwavering support.

the crowd erupted in cheers as the teams took their positions on the green expanse. minho's eyes searched for jisung, scanning the field until he spotted him among the sea of players, his vibrant energy radiating. jisung's eyes met minho's, and a warm smile spread across his face, their connection palpable even from a distance.

the referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of the game. minho's heart raced with each pass, each sprint, and each shot. he marvelled at jisung's agility and skill, his admiration growing with every display of talent. the way jisung effortlessly controlled the ball and orchestrated plays filled Minho with awe.

but beyond the technical prowess, what truly captivated minho was the sheer joy and passion that jisung emanated on the field. it was as if football was his language—a way to express himself, to push his limits, and to find liberation in the game. seeing jisung in his element stirred something deep within minho's heart—a mix of admiration, love, and pride.

as the game progressed, minho noticed the moments when jisung faced setbacks—a missed opportunity, an intercepted pass, or a tumble on the field. but what stood out to him was how jisung always bounced back, determination etched on his face. he refused to let failure define him, always striving to make an impact, to contribute to the team's success.

the crowd roared with excitement as jisung made a remarkable play, skillfully maneuvering through opponents, showcasing his finesse and strategic thinking. minho's heart swelled with a mix of emotions—a blend of admiration for jisung's talent and an overwhelming sense of love and support.

after the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the game, minho made his way to the field, eager to congratulate jisung. Their eyes met, and minho enveloped jisjng in a tight embrace, whispering words of pride and admiration.

"jisung, you were incredible out there," minho said, his voice filled with genuine awe. "your passion and dedication were evident in every move you made. i'm so proud of you."

jisung's eyes sparkled with gratitude as he held minho close. "thank you, baby," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "your presence and support mean the world to me. i love having you you by my side, cheering me on."

as they walked off the field together, jisung's arm draped over minho's shoulders, minho realized the significance of their relationship. it wasn't just about being romantic partners—it was about being each other's biggest cheerleaders, lifting each other up, and celebrating one another's victories, both big and small.

minho threw his arm off, scoffing in the process. "you're sweaty and you stink. don't touch me with those hands."

"you hugged me!" jisung whined the entire walk back to his dorm and minho finally shut him up with a kiss once they were through the door.

"go shower, idiot."

jisung hummed, pressing their lips together again and smiled against minho's mirrored smile.

"you staying over?"

they pulled away fully as jisung grabbed his clothes and minho shrugged. "if you want me to. i'll have to be gone by lunch since i have a dance class. but it's my only class for tomorrow."

"how about you go to the class, and come back here?"

"ji, i have to shower."

jisung pointed at his bathroom, and minho huffed. he crossed his arms, not wanting to bother jisung all day tomorrow.

"i have my own products i like to use."

"minho, you've showered here before. what's the big deal?"

minho avoided eye contact. jisung set the clothes down, pulling him close with his palms on minho's waist.

"i don't want to bother you. you want me here all day?"

"of course i do. i wish you were my roommate, no offence to changbin. but he's never here. d'you think you and bin can switch dorms? doesn't he have a crush on lix?"

minho hummed, and jisung moved away from him to pick up his clothes. "i'm going to shower. i'll be like 10 minutes."

minho smiled as the door closed before it dropped to a frown. he texted changbin, asking about the switch and received an enthusiastic response.

::

when jisung exited the bathroom, minho giggled at his wet hair. he tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper, throwing a clean shirt at minho.

"here. no outside clothes."

minho groaned, waiting till jisung turned around before taking off his sweater. he eyed the scars briefly before throwing the shirt over his head.

"ji, you can look now."

jisung turned, eyes lighting up at the aight of minho in his clothes. he noted how minho kept his arms crossed until he got under the covers.

jisung held the arm gently, pressing soft kisses to the slightly white scars.

"i love you."

minho smiled at him, eyes slowly closing as he cuddled into jisung's chest. "you know i do too."