Hellscape High

Unusual first date

Curious eyes followed them as they took their very polarized order to a table in the corner: Ji had milk rose boba and a fat piece of cheese cake, Minho a simple dark coffee.

They sat, pink on one side, black on the other and laughed at something stupid the cashier had said. It all felt so domestic... so normal, Jisung didn't know what to do with the happiness they were feeling.

"I was thinking..." Minho started with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes:
"This feels awfully similar to a date"

Jisung's cheeks got slightly pinker.

"A date?" they laughed:
"In your dreams..."

"You don't sound so convinced..."
Minho leaned forward on the table, getting closer to them:
"Are you pheraps talking about your dreams?"

His eyebrows went up.

Jisung kicked him from under the table:
"Shut up"

Minho faked great pain:
"Is this how you treat the one you love, baby? I'm dumbfounded"

"...or just dumb" Jisung mumbled.

"Flabbergasted, even!" Minho continued, making her involountarily smile.

But suddenly it got serious.

"It's ok if you don't love me back by the way... I'll be here for you anyway. Any day, any time you need me"

Minho said, taking her hands in his.

Their heart skipped a beat.

Wait- did he just-

"Oh you're done? I'm gonna go throw these away, just wait here"

He got up with their trays full of trash and left for the bin.

Jisung's head spinned. Things had just gotten real. They couldn't let Minho think he wasn't loved, no that was out of the question. Which also meant...

I have to tell him.

As Minho walked back Jisung sucked in a big breath. He straightened their back, placed her hands in their lap. The words they wanted to say ran across his brain, hitting and melting into eachother, propelled by the pure anxiety that was filling them up to the brim.

When Min sat back down they almost jumped.

"So...are you ready to go back home?"

"Yes. I mean! I m-mean no. No. Just sit there for a second"

Fuck I'm not good at this.

Minho obeyed. He sat there, manspreading with those tight black jeans that enveloped his thighs perfectly and that chain he used for a belt dangling down to his...

Jisung swallowed hard.

This could be mine. All mine.

The thought made blood rise to his head. They were fairly certain she looked very similar to a strawberry in that moment.

I just have to say...

"Ok. Ehm. So... we've known eachother a while at this point haven't we?"

"Mhm..." Minho mumbled, staring them down whereas she tried avoiding his gaze as well as they could.

"We've...supported eachother and spent so much time togheter and...I- I mean...you-"

Jisung cursed themselves. She had never felt so stupid before.

"I just wanted to say that I-"

"Go on" Minho said.

At that Jisung looked up: that tone. That damn, bemused tone. Minho had the most gorgeous knowing smirk plastered on his face.
Somehow Ji got even redder.

"You can do it, baby" Min doubled down.

Jisung coughed.

What a cocky bastard.
That I'm unfortunately in love with.

"For some reason I don't want to say it anymore" they said with a pout.

"Oh come on... you went through all this trouble, you have to. Or would you like me to say it for you?"

Minho slouched even further in the chair and despite themselves Jisung couldn't help but imagine straddling his lap and kissing the words into his mouth.

"Ok fine. I appreciate you way more than I thought I would, new guy"

"I think you meant to say something more along the lines of...<<Minho please make me yours, I promise I won't see anyone else because I belong to you and only you>>...am I wrong?"

"Ughhh..." Jisung kicked their chair off and stormed to where Min was sitting.

They were finally fed up.

She wrapped their legs around his torso and dug a hand into his neck, staring straight into his eyes.

"You're so annoying"

"I know..." he said with a wink.

"But also annoyingly right. I love you, you dumb idiot"

Their lips met and finally... everything was allright.

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