The Sound of Rain ^Minsung^

Heart attack

Jisung clenched his hands together. "Stop being so jittery," he muttered to himself, closing his eyes for a few seconds. "Why do weird things happen when we act like normal friends helping each other to bed? Wait, that sounded weird." He groaned, slapping his hands over his face. "I am so all over the place."

Nothing really happened Wednesday night, but something did happen. Strange emotions had twisted and come to life out of the shadows, changing something in the air between them.

Minho and Jisung were acting normal, as if nothing in the air changed, as if everything was the same as it was since the beginning. but underneath it all there was tension. They weren't about to kill each other, it wasn't a tension full of hatred. It was a tension full of... something. Jisung honestly wasn't sure what.

When it got quiet between them, it was like Jisung could see this string between them pulled so taut it looked ready to snap at any moment. It was a little awkward, but it was more confusing than anything. And it all brought one question to Jisung's mind.

Why did Minho stare at him like that Wednesday night?

Jisung knew why he stared at Minho, it was because he was sculpted out of pure beauty and because he had a major crush on him. So why did Minho stare back?

Jisung had replayed the moment over and over again in his head, and it was like Minho's dark eyes were telling him something. But he was far too stupid to figure it out.

He was shoved in the back storage room of the library today, not wanting to risk doing something stupid in front of other people in his distracted state. He'd seen Minho twice now since that night, but for some reason he was on Jisung's mind like a tick attached to skin, which was a gross metaphor, but it's what his brain came up with.

Minho, Minho, Minho circled his head over and over again until he finally reached this point, slumped between the shelves staring blankly at the cases of old CD's surrounding him. Had he ever had a crush this intense before? Was this unhealthy? Yes, being obsessed was unhealthy. It had to be.

Jisung stared straight ahead for at least twenty minutes, just letting his brain untangle itself until his phone pinged, yanking him back to reality.

Minho had texted him.

HotMin:
Hey, Hannie, is it okay if we start our Korean lesson a little later tonight? I have a few things to take care of, but I still want to do it.

Hannie:
Yeah, don't feel rushed, I'll just chill at the library for a minute.

Jisung dropped his phone, staring at Minho's contact for a few long seconds. He knew communication was vital when it came to any kind of relationship, not just romantic, but he had no idea what to communicate with Minho about... everything. Minho probably didn't even think anything of Wednesday night, so why the hell was Jisung so hung up on it?

Deciding to put his mind to work instead of driving himself crazy, Jisung forced himself to his feet and grabbed the clipboard containing the to-do list Beth gave him earlier. She obviously knew something was up with him, so she was kind enough to keep him busy throughout the day.

The next item on the list was... dusting all the bookshelves. A task that would take a few days. Perfect.

Jisung was on his way to the cleaning closet near the office, and he sped around a bookshelf much too fast. His body collided with someone else's, and both parties let out surprised noises as they stumbled back from each other. Jisung's clipboard hit the floor along with the person's books.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I swear I usually look where I'm driving," Jisung rushed out, crouching to grab the fallen items.

"It's quite alright." The person's voice was deep, and good heavens, it was heavied with an Australian accent. "It's a bit my fault too, I still have jet lag."