college is boring when there's nothing to do. day in and day out is all routine and the same. you wake up, you go to class, you eat study sleep rinse repeat. jisung knows this, and he also knows that he has to do his work that's a no-brainer. doing your work and showing up is the only way that one can survive in college, in life. he's in the middle of all of his classes, and has too bad of test anxiety to score a's. he gets good grades but hey, no one's perfect.
except for lee minho.
he doesn't want to admit he has a crush, but jisung does go out of his way just to cross paths with the brown-haired male. he just has the silent magnetic pull that makes jisung drool whenever he sees the male stalk through the courtyard wearing his headphones, in his own little world. sometimes if jisung's lucky, he'll see minho dancing ever so slightly with his body, like he doesn't even know it's happening. those days, jisung shuts up and goes straight to his dorm to scream his vocal cords out into his pillow.
but today jisung makes it his goal to say a sentence to him. to put himself out there, to create a straight chain reaction to get minho in his bed. ok, maybe that's a bit too far in the future. what's the saying, always reach for the stars? jisung knows for sure that minho has a star tattoo on his shoulder, and it drives jisung crazy with the need to trace it. so he can reach for that one star.
as jisung makes his way through his college's bustling main courtyard, he realizes he's late for his sociology 101 class and freaks out. his teacher hates when you're late, even though she cancels class every other week for some stupid reason or other. he starts frantically jogging towards the humanities & social science building before turning a corner and smacking right into someone's forehead.
"are you ok? holy fuck i'm so sorry!" jisung exclaims, almost whining at his lost class time. he has a test soon and doesn't understand anything about the different theories that he had to teach himself. he dusts off his hair and looks up to see who he slammed into.
fuck. it's minho. jisung stammers "minho hyung, fuck i'm so sorry are you ok holy shit", his words just slowly turning into a lot of expletives and panicked bowing as he continues. of all days he wanted to talk to minho, why did it have to be on the day minho broke his pretty face smacking into jisung's hard head.
"um, jisung? i think i have a nosebleed." minho nonchalantly says, like it's no big deal.
"a nosebleed!? oh no! well here plug your nose and lean backward... wait no, lean forward! ah shit, i don't remember. i've never had a nosebleed before" jisung nervously rambles on and on. he's never given someone a nosebleed before, and definitely not someone who he finds attractive. definitely not someone he imagines fucking him every night. well, maybe not every night.
"jisung? hello? you there?" jisung hear minho trying to get my attention. he internally shakes his head and looks up at him. god, he is devastating. freshly wind-blown hair, light blue denim jacket over a white shirt. the breath is sucked right out of jisung's lungs and he feels hot all over. the killing point is the beanie perched on top of his head, just adding to the whole "i don't care how i look but i still look fuckable" vibe he has going on. jisung is, and will forever, be a goner when it comes to him.
"yeah? of course i was hyung! let's get you to the nurse right away." jisung tallies up just how many things he has internally said about how fuckable lee minho is. he sighs when he realizes it was way too much for someone who he doesn't even know well. this is the first time they have ever spoken, and it all started because of jisung's blind ass.
the pair start shuffling towards the clinic, not making any small talk whatsoever. they only stop once minho tugs on jisung's black jacket and asks if he'll wait while minho gets some towels for his nose and to wash his hands. jisung yelps and reassures minho to take his time and that he's not going anywhere. while minho's cleaning himself, jisung shoots a desperate barrage of messages to his sociology group chat begging for the notes today since he is sick. he plays it heavy on a sore throat and how he can't move his body a centimeter without pain. luckily he gets a text back from felix, one letter that means of course my best friend in the entire world!
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Fanfictionjisung wants to have sex with minho but doesn't know that minho wants to as well. after some bumps, will it all work out in the end? - inspired by lurk by the neighbourhood ! - i type in lowercase !
