𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝

nine.

Curious eyes wandered to where Minho was. Jisung's glasses fell slowly down to the top of his nose as he watched as Minho made his way closer and closer to where he currently was standing. He felt himself grow nervous watching how Minho was walking to him. And finally, when Minho stood right in front of him all he could was look up at him with slightly nervous eyes. 

"Hey Jisung." 

Jisung's cheeks started to flush pink like every other time he talked to Minho. "Minho, what's up?" 

Minho smiled, that damn perfect smile Jisung couldn't live without. 

"I have a basketball game tomorrow. And I was wondering if maybe you would want to go and watch me play?" Minho asked, his grip slowly tightening around his backpack strap as he waited for a response. 

"I don't have anything to wear to a game..." Jisung whispered, eyes falling down to the ground. 

Minho nodded but then placed his bag down on the ground and pulled out a red jersey. "You can wear my jersey."

Jisung blushed just staring at the jersey. Minho rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. 

"Or you can paint my number on your cheek. It doesn't really matter—I just want you to show up." Minho mumbled fiddling with the red piece of fabric in his hands. 

The younger took the jersey into is two hands and mumbled a soft 'I'll wear it' as he put the jersey into his own backpack carefully. Minho smiled, watching as Jisung's cheeks were bright pink as he fumbled with his hands. His eyes trailed down to the slightly pursed peach looking lips and gulped as he looked back at Jisung's eyes. 

How much he wanted to feel those soft lips on his again. 

"I've got to get to my friends." Jisung said, glancing up at the older who nodded his head and picked up his bag. 

"Alright, see you at my game!" 

Jisung watched the older run towards class and almost squealed as he reached back for the jersey to look at it. Lee Minho, his longest crush asked him to watch his game. No. Not only watch, but he also gave him his jersey to wear! Jisung's cheeks blushed furiously as he placed the fabric back in his bag. 

He was so excited for this game. 

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"Oh, you're going to look so cute in Minho's jersey!" 

Felix gushed rolling around in Jisung's bed super happy about this. Jisung scratched at his knee as he stared at the red material that currently laid on top of a chair. 

"The game is tomorrow... I'm so nervous, it's not even my game!" Jisung complained throwing his head down onto the soft pillow. 

Felix rolled over to look at Jisung. "You're going to be fine. Minho's definitely going to need to control himself though when looking at my best friend."

Jisung shot up hitting Felix's arm. 

"You can't say that stuff..." 

"Yes, I can! Minho needs to watch out since you're going to look so adorable in his oversized clothes." Felix huffed, acting like he flipped his non-existent long hair. 

"It's just his jersey." Jisung muttered, picking at a random scab that he came across of. 

Felix rolled his eyes also sitting to rest his head on his friend's shoulder. "I'm not kidding you know. I've seen them eyes on Minho—though usually they're on your lips but other times when they're not—he looks in love." 

Jisung's bit down on his lip, clueing that he was flustered by the sudden truth. He rested his head on Felix's with a huff. 

"You really think that?" 

Felix looked at him. "I know it." 

Jisung whined pushing Felix off of himself to get up and out of the bed. Felix also got up, raising his brows in confusion as he watched Jisung walk out of the room following quickly behind. 

"Where are we going?" Felix asked, tossing his shoes on after seeing Jisung do the same. 

"I need to go for a walk. You know, to prepare myself for the stressful events tomorrow." Jisung shrugged his shoulders, brushing his knees off with his hands. 

"It's just a game." Felix laughed. "It's not stressful. You're going to see Minho and he is going to ask you out on a date. At least he better." 

Jisung opened the door, the wind greeting him by flowing coldly into his face. Felix followed after walking on his side looking at the other stuff that was beside him. 

"He better. Minho better do something big—stop being a pussy and ask Jisung out Lee Minho!" Felix yelled to no one getting a slap at the arm instead of a reply. 

"Shush! You're so..." Jisung groaned walking faster away to avoid any more embarrassment from his twin. 

The younger one chased after Jisung trying to catch up. "This is not a walk! I never signed up for a run!" Felix whined throwing his hands in the air as he started to reach closer to Jisung. 

Jisung finally stopped a bench to catch his breath because this was in fact not a walk but a whole mile run. He glanced at his friend who sat next to him brushing his bangs out of his face and also trying to catch his own breath. 

"That was not a walk." 

"I know, that's why I stopped here so we could both catch our breaths since you began chasing me!" Jisung scoffed. 

Felix gasped placing a hand on his chest. "I was only chasing you because you were running away from me! Stop acting like you are the victim in this whole scenario!" 

"I basically was the victim. I did not need to be chased for no reason."

"You started a sentence and never finished it! That's why I started chasing you, I should be the victim honestly—police help me!" Felix rolled his eyes. 

Jisung slapped his arm for the third time they were together. "You're so dramatic!" 

"You're so annoying!" 

...

"Hey why are you fighting me!" Jisung said, a smile completing his face. 

Felix looked at him with a shit eating grin. "You started it!" 

They both burst out into laughter with soft giggles. Felix sighed leaning against the bench a little bit more to get more comfortable. 

"Lee Minho should watch it. Slap Jisung's ass I am going to slap his face..."

"Okay let's go home! You're starting to annoy me now!"