Jisung pov.
I found Minhos words so supportive but then He asked if I wanted to live with him?
I mean yeah he is nice and all but that was really sudden. Soon he started heating up and his face became red like a tomato.
"Minho are you feeling okay?"
"H-huh? Yes yes im fine... Sorry I might have rushed it for a bit..."
"Thats fine. Thanks for the offer, Ill consider it"
after school
"Jisung" I heard Minho call me. I stopped and looked at him.
"Can I get your number? Or Instagram? You know... so we could text?"
"Ooh sure, yeah I'll give you both."
He handed me his phone, firts I typed in my phone number and then followed myself on Instagram.
"Here you go!"
"Thank you! Have a safe walk" he said and then hugged me. He hugged me again. I kind of felt butterflies...
"Ooh y-yeah you too.."
I started walking towards the exit when I heard Felix yelling
"YO MATE WAIT FOR ME!!!!!"
"WHAT WAS THAT MATE? ARE YOU GUYS A THING ALREADY?!?!?!" he jumped around me while asking
"What? Noo bro what got you thinking like that.." the realisation hit me suddenly. Minho keeps talking and doing things that couples or really close freinds do. Wasnt it weird?
"Mate you literally hugged for goodbye. And he smiles at you like 24/7!! Dont tell me theres nothing going on huh?"
Well I couldnt lie to Felix so I explained what happend over the lunch break to him. He was beyond surprised that I opened up to Minho so easily.
"Dang mate he is whipped!!"
"Dont say that. He is just.. being friendly?"
"Friendly my ass, he fucking asked you to live with him!! You are like an old married couple!! Oh wait Changbinnie is calling."
When Felix answered his phone I decided to take a run. Dont take me wrong I love being with him but all the questioning made my head hurt.
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𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 // 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐
RomanceJisung, a poor boy that lost his family, they just disappeared. Everyone tought that he killed them. He was at a lost case, almost ending his life. He was basically forgotten. But when that one guy transferred.. everything changed. ⚠︎TW: mental abus...
