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"come onnnn quokka, just let me see the drawing already" Minho was getting impatient by the second.

The older now stood Infront of jisung in an intimidating manner.
Though he failed to 'intimidate' him, only made the younger flustered.

"Well if you'd just wait for me to- did you just call me a QUOKKA?!"

"Well yeah...when you were drawing, your cheeks kept puffing out...like a quokka." He answered, using his hands for emphasis.

"You really stared at me that much? Are you obsessed with me-?" Jisung squinted his eyes at Minho.

"What if I said I was?"

That stunned jisung and he took a while to reply.

"Then that would be insane because you just met me and know not a single thing about me?" He crossed his arms and the sketch book fell causing Minho to pick it up.

"Well if you let me, I can get to know you pretty."

Jisung was beyond fed up with how this stranger could make him feel with a word so simple as, 'pretty'.

"You're blushing~" Minho teased.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not?!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Ha! I got you!"

Jisung scoffed again, "you're such a child. y'know that?"

"Says the one who started it."

"Whatever, gimme the book and I'll show you."

After jisung turned to the page that was flipped due to the book falling, he placed it in Minho's hand.

Minho got giddy because someone drew him and it looked like a fucking masterpiece.

"This is so good ji- stranger!"

Too engrossed in Minho's happiness, he didn't even notice the slip up.

"Of course it's good, I drew it?"

"Don't get cocky now okay?"

Jisung rolled his eyes at that and answered his phone that started ringing.

"Yeah chan hyun?"

'chan?' Minho thought.

"Yes I'm still at the park why?"

"It's not even that late though and I don't wanna come home right nowwww"

"Hyung what rebellious phase are you on about?!"

"Alright alright, I'll be on my way.."

"Ew gross...okay fine I love you too now leave me alone old man"

The call ended and Minho looked elsewhere not wanting to be caught listening in.

"This was nice and all, but I gotta get home." Jisung packed up his stuff and hopped off the swing.

"See you around mr stranger!"

Minho grinned.

"You too, pretty!"

"Stop calling me thaaaat!"

Minho's grin grew, as did jisung's, his was subconsciously though.

"I don't think I ever will!"

They were aggressively waving at each other until jisung was out of sight.

That day, Minho went to his apartment, happier than he's ever been in years.

—nya

I liked this one..