athlete and the uni student | minsung

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minho woke up alone, glancing around the bedroom for any sign of his boyfriend. clothes were scattered, and jisung was throwing random shirts out of his dresser. minho propped up on his elbow, groaning at he was smacked in the face with a shirt. 

"ji! what the hell are you doing?!" he whipped the shirt back at jisung, who turned around sheepishly rubbing his neck. "sorry, min. i can't find my jersey and i have practice in like 45 minutes."

minho stared at him annoyed, and jisung knew better than to wake minho up. "are you dumb?"  he pulled the blanket back to show jisung that he was wearing it. "you know i sleep in it." 

jisung slapped his forehead. "fuck, i forgot." minho got out of bed, grabbing a random shirt. he turned his back to jisung, pulling off the jersey. jisung's breath hitched as minho's bare back was faced him.

how badly jisung wanted to hold him. to touch. 

jisung went behind minho, gently hands moving to hold his bare waist. the soft skin that jisung desired to touch. minho gasped, and the younger rubbed his hands up and down minho's sides. "i'm gonna need that jersey." he murmured, kissing minho's bare shoulder before backing off.

minho pulled the shirt on, turning to whack jisung with the rolled up jersey, his face flushed a pretty pink. "you!- you loser! you can't just do that!" jisung laughed, taking the jersey, before pulling off his shirt in front of minho.

minho gulped, staring at the toned, muscular body in front of him. how the hell did he land a guy like that? jisung chuckled. "thanks, min." minho's eyes widened, slapping a hand over his mouth. had he voiced it on accident?! 

"just- get ready for your practice." he murmured, blush heavily evident on his cheeks. 

[---- a few days later---]

minho sat in his dorm. he had been staring at his room wall for a while now. maybe hours. he wasn't too sure on how long he had been zoned out for. he was bored. felix was in class, and jisung was at practice.

he couldn't bother changbin or chan since they weren't great friends.

he was so bored.

being shy didn't help at all when he was bored. 

he couldn't reach out and make plans. he didn't like bothering people.

he stood up, huffing, and grabbing his phone off the charger. he left his dorm, locking it behind him and getting in the elevator. he pressed jisung's floor, and waited. his fingers nervously tapped his sides as he walked through the hallway, stopping in front of their dorm.

he knocked on the door, instantly being greeted by chan. "hey! ji's not home yet." minho nodded, gulping. "yeah, i know. i just, uhm-" chan's welcoming smile made it worse for minho. 

minho was too awkward for this shit.

"did you leave something here?"

minho nodded before he could even process the question. "well, come on in! we're just cleaning up. there's dorm inspections soon, and since the three of us live here, it's quite a mess."

minho smiled gently, despite the fact that they weren't close, chan still tried to treat minho like he would as any of his other friends. minho kicked off his shoes, neatly fixing them and locking the door behind him. 

"is the dorm really that much of a mess?" minho hesitantly asked, mustering up the courage for small talk. changbin groaned, picking up a pizza slice that was wedged in the couch cushions. "my pizza slice! what the hell! chan, you whore!"

chan scoffed. "me?! the hell are you bashing on me for?!" minho giggled quietly at the banter, catching the attention of the two. "minho, sorry to ask, but could you help us clean? the inspector will be here in less than two hours, and it looks like a fucking earthquake hit."

changbin nodded, and minho smiled gently. "yeah, i can help."  chan sighed in relief, pointing at jisung's room. "want to take sung's room? you haven't stayed over in a bit so it's disastrous."

minho blinked. how bad could it be? "sure." he smiled, taking a cloth and spray before going into jisung's room. his jaw dropped. there were clothes everywhere, dirty ones at that. his game bag was sprawled out, with the smell of his after-game socks on the floor, his cologne sprayed to cover up the smell. there were cups on his dresser, and minho was pretty sure he saw granola bar crumbs on jisung's bed.

is this what happened when minho wasn't around? jisung truly leant into his jock tendencies.

he left the bedroom, wide-eyed, earning hard laughs from changbin and chan. "it's like a warzone in there. is jisung okay with me cleaning his room? i don't want to touch anything i shouldn't."

chan nodded. "ji asked us to clean it, but we didn't want to go in there. there's extra sheets in the bathroom if you need it. as well as pillowcases."