minsung oneshots

something different pt 2

part 2 of the cinderella remix we got going on here. I hope you enjoy! 😊😊

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Jisung sat on the couch with his family, his siblings were talking about something, but all he could think of was the handsome man that he had spent his night with. Minho was so different in a way that Jisung couldn't exactly pin-point.

He was so effortlessly kind and a gentleman, and when he messed up he tried to make it alright. It was a lot of assessment for someone he had only known for the equivalent of around 4 hours. But there was no rest within his life. Works had to be done for ends to meet.

The rest of the day dragged on, and all he could think about was meeting Minho at the bridge that evening. Jisung missed his eyes, dark blue like the deep parts of the ocean. Jisung missed the way he spoke to him, calm, words full of meaning, yet he was so reserved. Jisung wanted to feel the waves of Minho's black hair through his fingers, to feel if it was as soft as it looked.

You're being ridiculous right now. You barely know the guy. Calm down. Jisung's brain was correct in its harsh reprimands. He didn't know Minho that well, so he couldn't drop his life to run off with him, not that he offered.

Jisung sighed and picked up a basket from the house to take to the dress shop. Half way through his trip there, he stopped. His hair kept falling into his face and no amount of blowing would keep it out. Unfortunately for him, his wavy brown hair was slightly too short to be pulled back, so he would have to settle it by pushing it behind his ears.

When he looked back up, his best friend was standing in front of him. "Hyunjin!"

He smiled as he stooped down to pick up Jisung's basket, "What are you doing out here Sung?"

"Just taking that to mom. What are you doing? And you don't have to help me, you must have more important things to be doing." Hyunjin chuckled, "I have nothing to do that's more important than helping my best friend."

Jisung smiled as they crossed the street. "So," Hyunjin started, "How was your night?" "It was wonderful, the ball was amazing." Hyunjin groaned, "You actually went?'
"Well, yeah. Why would I not?"

Hyunjin groaned, "Jisung. You know that ball was only for rich people and-" Jisung cut him off, "I'm not arguing with you about a party. Just drop it." Jisung took a deep breath then smiled at his tall(ish) friend ,"How have you been?"

Hyunjin smiled, "Busy. You?" Jisung shook his head, "Extremely busy. But good. I feel really happy right now." He paused to pull out his key to the shop. "Hey Sung?" Jisung hummed in response as he fiddled with the lock.

"Do you have plans tonight? I was thinking we could-" Jisung quickly cut him off fearing the next words to come out of his mouth. "Sorry. I already made arrangements for tonight. We can do something together another time. Promise."

"I'll hold you to it." Jisung opened the door and Hyunjin set the basket on the counter. He turned and smiled at him before walking out the door. Jisung sighed, Hyunjin was his best friend and Jisung hated lying to him, but he also wanted to keep Minho a secret. Just for now.

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It was 15 minutes until they were supposed to meet and Jisung was getting ready to sneak out of his house. They had just finished dinner and his parents excused themselves to go to bed early, something everyone did often. After a long day of work, everyone went to bed directly after dinner.

Now that Jisung was alone, he prepared himself to sneak out. He walked over to the window and opened it, careful not to make any loud noise. He jumped out and landed in the hay pile beneath it.