SLUMP! ━━ Lee Know x Han

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As Jisung crossed the road and made his way to the guy's house, he noticed he was having a hard time moving a couch into the house. Not too big but definitely too heavy for just one person to carry. The guy had his back facing Jisung so he wasn't able to hear or see him coming closer until the boy spoke up, "Hey"

The new neighbour flinched at the sudden voice and almost dropped the couch on his foot which would be a little painful but luckily nothing too bad happened. Turning around to face the person whom the voice belonged to, he paused once he saw a handsome young man standing in front of him.

"You look like you need some help. May I?" he nodded towards the couch with his head and watched as the guy hesitated a little bit. Jisung flashed him a friendly smile when he nodded his head lightly and went on the other side of the couch as he helped him carry it inside.

"I could help you with the rest of the stuff as well, I have nothing better to do anyways" Jisung offered while bowing his head "I'm Han Jisung. I live in the house across from you, see?" he pointed with his finger to where his house was and the other boy took a look at it. "What's your name?"

The quiet man's gaze returned to Jisung for a second before bowing back and then looking on the oh so interesting floor, mumbling something. Jisung leaned a little closer and tilted his head which made the other nervous, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I didn't catch it"

He heard the boy exhale through his nose lightly and then spoke softly "Lee Minho" he started to fiddle with the end of his sleeve, Jisung of course noticing his anxious behaviour. "Well that's a pretty name" he complimented which made the other turn his head away to hide his face. Yes, he was blushing but excuse him, he was never good with compliments.

Jisung giggled at that however he quickly gathered himself and cleared his throat "How old are you if you don't mind me asking? If you don't want to tell me that's fine too, don't feel pressured" he could see Minho's body visibly relax, feeling a bit more comfortable with Jisung now. Just a little bit.

"23"

Jisung nodded his head and smiled softly at Minho, already liking how calm and shy he seemed to be, "I should call you hyung then. Literally everyone in this neighbourhood is older than me why do I have to be the youngest and always have to be careful not to disrespect anyone-"

"Just Minho is fine"

Minho's soft voice stopped him and him looking at Jisung with his doe eyes couldn't help but make the latter find him cute. Jisung took a good look at Minho and he realized that even though the boy was older, he was shorter than Jisung. His head was a just above his chest.

"Um" he shook his head when he heard Minho speak again "Could you stop staring now and help me with my stuff?" to say Jisung got embarrassed was an understatement but still managed to hide it pretty well "Right right, sorry"

It didn't take them too long to carry everything inside the house and once they were done, Minho sighed "Thanks for helping me" he took a seat on the couch, feeling a bit tired "And sorry, I don't have anything to offer you"

Jisung waved his hand "Nah it's okay, don't worry about it. How come your family didn't come to help you? I mean, all these are too many and too heavy for one person" he questioned as he glanced at the boxes which were all over the place.

What Jisung didn't notice was Minho's eyes tearing up but the boy quickly blinked and held them back. He fiddled with his fingers, taking a second to response "They're.. far away" he swallowed and then bit his tongue.

Jisung made an 'o' shape with his mouth and nodded lightly "I understand. I also live alone cause my parents went to stay in Malaysia" he simply explained and Minho frowned at that "And you don't mind being alone? Isn't it lonely?"

Jisung shrugged and placed his hands in his pockets "Not really. My best friends always come over so I have company" he hummed and an idea instantly came in his mind "You could come over too! So you don't feel alone in here, you know. My friends would be very happy to meet another person close to our age"

Minho shook his head and stood up "I don't think we would get along-" he started but Jisung cut him off and looked at him with puppy eyes "Pleasee, at least think about it?" Minho froze when he felt Jisung's hands holding his own, staring down at them.

Han followed Minho's gaze and immediately let go "Sorry, got carried away" he rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward laugh while Minho was once again looking everywhere but him, avoiding eye contact. Scratching his arm, he muttered "I'll think about it"

Jisung's lips curled up and he was about to reach up to ruffle Minho's hair but pulled his hand back since he didn't know the older that well to do stuff like this yet. Who knows, maybe Minho didn't want to become friends in the first place and was just being kind.

"Okay. If you ever need anything you can come ask me, don't be shy. It was nice to meet you, Minho and welcome!" Jisung was about to turn around and leave but his eyes caught something on Minho's lower part of arm. His brows knitted, "Did you get hurt?" Jisung questioned, concern filling his eyes since the boy's sleeve was starting to get even more bloody.

Minho glanced at his arm and his eyes widened, quickly covering his arm im order to hide it. His body tensed up as he tried to come up with an excuse "I.. I probably scratched it while we were carrying my.. my stuff. I'll clean it up later" he mentally cursed himself for stuttering but it looked like Jisung believed him.

"Make sure it doesn't get an infection or something"

Minho mumbled an 'okay' and watched as Jisung left the house.

The quokka boy crossed the road and reached the front door of his house, hurriedly putting his key on the keyhole and opening the door. After taking his jacket and shoes off he walked into the living room where Chan and Changbin were "chilling". Jisung's living room was a mess, his couch was facing the window and there was popcorn on the floor. The two had even drank all the beers.

Han placed his hands on his hips and leaned on his right leg "I knew you guys were watching but I'd appreciate if you tried to keep my house clean." the other two couldn't help but laugh at Han's stern tone, finding him funny. The youngest clicked his tongue and went to get the vacuum, knowing very well he'd have to tell everything to them after.

Meanwhile, Minho was in the bathroom looking himself in the mirror. He had opened one of the boxes in which his bathroom supplies were but he didn't clean it like he told Jisung he would do.

He was staring at one particular item he had taken out of the box..

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