athlete and the uni student | minsung

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after the game ended, minho stayed sitting on the bleachers and waited for jisung to exit out of the changing room. he played on his phone, and was suddenly patted on the head. "hi min." minho glanced up to see jisung in fresh clothes, and wet hair.

"hi jisung."

"shall we go?" minho nodded, and stood up. he put on his coat and slung his bag over his shoulder, glancing back to see if he forgot anything. he caught up with jisung and they walked in silence as minho texted felix. "what's your major?"

minho put his phone away, and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "dance. what's yours?"

"psychology. crazy right?"  minho shrugged. "everyone has their own likes. just 'cause you're an athlete doesn't mean you can't take the classes you want to."

"yeah, my parents want me to continue to play soccer." minho nodded, understanding the family pressure. "do you want to play?"

"i mean, i like the game, but i don't love it. i couldn't see myself doing it forever." jisung unlocked his car and they sat in. "i get it." he glanced at minho who played with the hem of his sweater.

"the family pressure to do what they want. i get it." jisung glanced at him, frowning slightly. "your parents forced you into something?" minho shrugged, motioning to the university.

"they forced me into a different university. so i dropped out and came here. said that my career should be something important and not dance."

"that fucking sucks, man. parents are annoying."

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they entered jisung's house and was instantly surprised. it was a huge house. he took off his shoes and followed jisung upstairs. they went into his room and jisung locked the door behind them. minho stood awkwardly as jisung flopped on his bed, glancing at minho. "you can come here, y'know."

minho went over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it and jisung pulled his hood so he laid next to him. "don't have to be so shy, i don't bite." the latter nodded, and inhaled slowly, smelling the cologne jisung used fresh on the pillows. "do you want a change of clothes? the jeans are probably uncomfortable."

"okay." jisung wanted to cry at how scared minho was of him. he was a very shy person which was what felix told jisung. "you can go pick out something, if you'd like." minho murmured an 'okay,' getting off the bed. he went over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers to see shirts.

he picked up a black shirt and showed it to jisung. "can i wear this one?" jisung gave him a thumbs up without looking and continued to text on his phone. minho picked out a pair of black sweatpants too and went to change in the bathroom. he left the bathroom and put his clothes on the chair, and jisung eyed him up and down. "you look good in my clothes."

minho ignored the comment and went over to jisung's desk, picking up a photo frame. it was of jisung when he was younger holding up a trophy. "my first win." minho jumped as he felt the breath hit his ear and didn't notice when jisung went behind him.

he couldn't concentrate anymore. he felt a hand touch his waist and his body felt like it was on fire. jisung took the photo from minho's hand and eyed it. "i think i was 6 here." minho hummed, eyes trailing down to the hand on the waist and sharply inhaled. "do you have more pictures?"

jisung nodded and took his hand away, walking to the shelf against the wall. the latter followed and jisung held out another photo frame. being of jisung when he was a baby with cake smushed all over his face.

"that's cute. i don't have baby photos."

"how do you not have baby photos?" minho shrugged, putting it back on the shelf. "parents never took them. even if they did, you wouldn't see them."

"that seems unfair, but whatever. do you want anything to drink? or should i teach you how to play soccer now?"

"i'm not good at sports, but i can try."