"Lee Hippie" || minsung || ENG

4. "That's not my boyfriend!"

I remember that day
I still have you in my mind
sweet and gentle

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Hyunjin sent him another look that afternoon, smiling in that idiotic way that none of his friends liked. He sat proudly on the other side of the couch, creaming his dried hands as Jisung busily sketched something in the drawing pad. The sight may have come as a surprise, as Jisung never sketched, and even if he did, he quickly abandoned this art, preferring to directly apply colors to the canvas.

He hated getting his hands dirty with graphite, but paints and pastels were like a second skin to him.

Maybe because the gray was boring and the colors stimulated life?

"We were supposed to go to the cinema," Hwang admonished.

Jisung waved his hand at him, pressing the soft pencil more against the paper. Hyunjin leaned back, gazing at the natural discoloration on the ceiling.

"And I could have agreed to this pizza outing," he muttered under his breath, recalling the encouragement of the rest of his friends.

But Jisung had been promising him this stupid movie for a month, constantly postponing the date they would go out together, until this moment when they were finally about to head to a cinema hall. Hwang arranged his feet on the table, glancing from time to time at Jisung, who was busy scribbling on a piece of paper. He wrestled with his thoughts for a moment, wondering if what he was about to do was overly rude, but finally snatched the sketchbook from the boy. He opened his eyes wide and jumped up, standing on the couch as Han put out his hand for his property.

"Oh holy fuck, Jisung!" he even squealed, joyfully jumping in place.

The painter also got to his feet, but the diametrical difference in their height did not help him pick up his sketchbook.

"I knew you were flirting with each other!" he exclaimed, pulling a block of cards high above his head.

"That's not my boyfriend! He's just an ordinary fucker!" he exclaimed, jumping on the mattress with his hand outstretched.

"And that's why you sketch his portrait?" he sneered, admiring Lee Minho's shaded face. "Jisungie got a crush!"

He jumped off the couch and threw himself into a wild run through his friend's small apartment, feeling his breath right on the back of his neck. Hyunjin may have had longer legs, but Jisung could be a real torpedo in such situations. He ran around like a madman, shouting 'Han Jisung

has a crush!', which almost certainly did not please his neighbors. Finally, Jisung kicked him in the back with all his strength, causing him to fly to the carpet, knocking the sketchbook aside.

"I don't have a crush on him!"

Hyunjin struggled to raise himself up on his elbows, groaning in pain under his breath.

"But you'll admit it's not ugly!" he stammered, trying to roll onto his back.

Jisung quickly approached the sketchbook, which fortunately fell to the clean sheets as he threw it, protecting his drawing from damage. He pressed the drawing pad to his chest, returning to the couch. He didn't even care about Hyunjin dying on his carpet. It wasn't the first or last time he had something taken away from him. He took in a lot of air, with which he filled his cheeks.

"Maybe he would be handsome if it weren't for the clothes he wears..." he chuckled, quickly adding a few words as Hyunjin looked at him, moving his eyebrows meaningfully. "But I don't like him!"