stars and whispers // minsung

Chapter Eleven

Jisung nodded and looked down.

"Okay..." he muttered.

"Wait, not here. Do you like the stars?" Minho asked, getting up.

"The stars? Yeah... Why?"

Minho suddenly took the younger's wrist and dragged him out of the room with a proud smile.

"I asked why!" Jisung pouted, still following him.

Without a word, Minho dragged him to the stairs and started walking up, and up and up the stairs.

They arrived at the floor that didn't have any dorms.

It only had two big doors.

"What's here? It's scary," Jisung said. 

He was scared actually, but somehow, he trusted Minho.

What is going on?

The older one opened the door and a wave of wind disarranged Jisung's hair, making him close his eyes. 

"Where did you bring me?" he asked.

"Look up."

Han looked up.

Stars...

Stars!

From there, he could see hundreds of stars, each one sparkling in their own way.

Minho let go of his wrist and crossed his arms again, looking at him.

But suddenly, Han's smile disappeared and he turned around to see the older one.

"Why are you being nice out of nowhere?" he asked, taking a step back.

"You don't trust me?"

"No, I don't. You're a fucking bully, why would I trust someone like you?"

Minho chuckled and nodded. "Guess you're right..."

Han calmed down a little bit and started walking over some long chairs that were a little bit further. "Are you really the chef of the restaurant?" he asked, calmly.

"One of them, yeah.... Actually, did you eat that cheesecake?" he asked.

Jisung stayed silent.

"It's okay, don't worry," Minho reassured him.

"I didn't know you could be a chef before turning 18..."

"I am 18."

Jisung stopped walking and turned around to see him.

"You're eighteen?" he asked.

"I mean... I'm still seventeen but this year I'll be eighteen yeah... Why? You didn't know?"

"I hadn't realized until now."

Minho chuckled as he lay down on one of the long chairs, looking at the stars.

Jisung did the same and the two boys stayed silent, looking at the stars and the moon.

Minho turned his face to look at Han. "Do you think that the moon knows how pretty
she is?" he suddenly asked. 

Han looked at him and then at the moon. 

Then, a smile appeared on his face. 

But before he could say whatever, Minho smiled back and pointed at him. "It's the first time that I see you smiling like that."

"Like what?" 

"Like you mean it." 

Jisung stayed silent and looked at the older one. 

How does he come up with such meaningful replies if he's just... A bully? 

"Oh...," was the only thing he could say before looking at the stars again. 

"So? Do you think she knows?" Minho asked again. 

"I... I think she does. I mean, when you're that pretty you end up knowing." 

"Well, me personally I think he doesn't realize a lot of things." 

Oh so the moon's a boy now? Okay Mr. Inclusive... 

Jisung turned around to look at him. 

Minho kept going. "I think that he only focuses on the bad parts of him and that doesn't let him realize that there's people that actually love him." 

"Yeah? Well, the sun literally runs away from her... I mean, 'him'." 

"And? That could be his way of flirting." 

So they're gay now? What the fuck is he talking about? 

"Running away is a way of flirting for you?" Han asked after a chuckle. 

"Not exactly..." 

"You're weird." 

"I am," Minho said, turning around to see Han. "And I'm not talking about the Sun andthe Moon right now." 

"Are you drunk?" 

"No. I'm talking about you."

Jisung's cheeks get red, rose, and fire. 

Huh? 

Romantic music started playing in his head as he looked at Minho with sparkly eyes. 

"About me?" he repeated in a whisper. 

Suddenly Minho was 18329 times more handsome than what he already was, the stars multiplied themselves. 

"Yeah. You and Hyunjin." 

What. 

The music stopped playing, the stars went home and Jisung frowned. 

"The fuck are you talking about?" he asked. 

Minho sat up and looked at the youngest. "Apparently, Hyunjin has a crush on you." 

Jisung's jaw DROPPED. 

His eyes widened as he frowned even more and looked around him, asking himself if it was a dream or a nightmare or both or just his fucking miserable life. 

"He's...?" he asked. 

"I have no fucking idea, it's a surprise for me too," Minho said with a smile. 

Oh his smile... 

"Are you playing with me?" Jisung asked, still confused. 

"I swear I'm not. He asked me to keep you safe, and help you in everything and yeah..." 

Han's heart was aching so bad. 

So that's why he was suddenly nice? 

That's why he helped me in the bathrooms?

Because his friend that has a crush on me asked him to? 

Jisung's feelings were all mixed up, the wind was drying his eyes. 

"Oh, fuck this." he whispered before getting up and rushing to the door of the rooftop. 

Minho followed him with his eyes.