blossom out | minsung ✗

7.

| jisung's pov |

"wow, crazy," i mumbled as minho and i walk back to the car once the concert had already finished.

"i know, right? did you enjoy it?" minho asks.

i nod my head, words still stuck in my throat. "i don't know anything about the artist and it was my first time hearing his songs today, but, wow, they're really good," i admitted.

"he's very underrated, but his music still sounds amazing."

"yeah," i mumble.

"was this your first time at a concert?" minho asked.

i nodded my head. "yes."

"i'm honored then," minho says, i glance to look at him. a cheeky smile is placed on his soft lips. i try hard to pull away from his gaze. "are you hungry? do you wanna eat something?" he asks, and his question seriously makes me want to punch him.

i shake my head. "no, i'm all good."

he seems hesitant to say something, but he pulls his words away and instead nods his head. "okay then. what do you wanna do then?"

my brows furrowed. "isn't this the end of the concert? or is there more?" i questioned, my energy is starting to run out if there is another sort of concert. not that i hated it, but i was clearly fine with just one concert. 

minho chuckles at my words, i don't understand why. "yeah, the concert ended...but, do you still wanna hang around?"

"what is there to do then? if you still wanna hang around?" i questioned. he walks to the other side of the car where he unlocks it, i open the passenger door and get inside. minho turns to look at me then, i try not to look surprised by his sudden closeness.

"well, in a date, there's a lot to do. so, name one thing to do," what he says causes me let out a choking sound. i feel like i'm gonna die.

my eyes widen and i look at him in absolute shock. "date? date, what do you mean date?.."

minho looks away from my gaze and shrugs his shoulders. "did you not know it was a date?"

"you never said anything about a date?" if so, i would've taken slightly more time picking out a neat outfit for a date that i would've known about.

he said he wanted to be friends?

"didn't i?" he sounds genuinely confuse, in return making me even more confuse.

"you said you wanted to be friends," i stated. "friends. not...not that."

"well, what if i wanted to have that kind of relationship with you?"

"what are you talking about? you don't even know me."

"that's why i want to get to know you. you intrigue me, jisung. you're my baby sister's sitter. you're suddenly walking in my house, with your dangerously phenomenal scent. you're nothing like anyone i've ever met before," his words sound unbelievable, i can't tell if he's saying something truthful, or if he's just playing around.

this has happened too soon.

i don't know what to do.

i want to say yes, i want to tell him i want him too, i want to like him too, but i don't say it. i don't say it, because i'm afraid it's just part of my instinct to say so.

minho seems to have realized what he's said because the next moment he's shaking his head and looking away from my eyes. "um, i'm sorry. i've caught you off guard."