strangers by the shore ♒︎ minsung

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"You overreacted yesterday." he reminds with a slight grin, the leaves rustling due to the fierce wind.

"We agreed not to talk about that anymore."

"Aw, is my Minho about to blush again?"

Jisung is a provocative person. It kills my last brain cells. He's so difficult to be around. Strangely so, I think I'm starting to enjoy it.

This reckless behaviour of his is somewhat alluring. It makes me want to test his patience. It makes me wonder fow how long can he be bold.

Two can play a game, Jisung, I think as a smirk forms on my lips.

"You need to do much more than that to get me flustered."

We are walking side by side, the sun kissing our skin. Since it's July, the sixth day of this month, it's really hot outside.

The black shirt I'm wearing isn't much help, though the red shorts were a great idea to combine with. It balances the heat.

"Is that so?" Jisung grins.

I nod my head. He's just messing around, trying to tease me. But I'm not that low. He can't get me flustered. At all. No one can.

"You're joining a dangerous game," he trips over a rock.

"And if I like it rough?"

He stops and turns around, as if he's about to run away. Though I get out of my comfort zone and place my hand on his shoulder, to make him face me.

That's when I notice his red ears.

"What the hell are you thinking about?" I burst out into laughter.

"What? Nothing!" he shutters with the power of a whine, looking down. "Why do you believe I'm thinking about something?"

"Because you're like a cherry right now."

"It's really hot outside, Minho."

God, he's so irritatingly cool. My eyes shut close as I continue cracking up.

"Sure, baby," I snort then continue walking in front like nothing happened.

Because nothing happened.

"Minho, stop being like this," Jisung pouts.

"Like what?"

Jisung bites his lower lip while following me, strolling at the same pace so he's beside me again. "You're flirting."

I gasp. "Me? Never."

He smacks my arm, stomping away right after. It's so amusing to see him mad.

"You don't even know the way, dumbass."

"That's true." he chuckles and slows his speed. "Where are we even going?"

"To meet my children."

"No way! I thought you were joking?"