NOISE

12.

 „Look at me", Jisung said after a while and Minho noticed how Jisung was digging his fingers into the fabric of the chair, wishing it was his thighs instead. Minho was closing his eyes before facing the boy in front of him. He wasn't just facing Jisung, he was also facing the feelings that were boiling under the surface ever since Jisung kissed him. He was facing all the thoughts he had about the blue haired idiot and he had to admit that he had started liking him more than he intended to. And maybe Jisung was right, maybe he was just as fascinated by him.

„Why do you dislike me so much?", Minho blurted out, eyelashes fluttering as his cheeks flush pink in embarassment at the sudden question. He had not intended on embarassing himself more but here he was, trying to hide the pink tips of his ears by pulling the hood of his sweater over his head. Jisung was blinking before his lips turned into a smirk. „That's what you think?", he asked back, lifting his left hand to pull back Minho's hood softly, exposing the strawberry pink tips of his ears and his messy hair. „I mean", Minho started, nervously fiddling with the hem of his sweater like his life was depending on it. „You said we won't be friends." Yeah, he still sounded pathetic. How could he get hung up on something so stupid? He wasn't even looking forward to having him in the same classes or being forced to tutor him, so why was he so upset at the fact that Jisung didn't want to be his friend?

„And that makes you think I don't like you?", Jisung thought out loud, tilting his head to the right. „That's bullshit, I hope you know that." Minho swallowed and nodded. „I'm sorry", he mumbled defeatedly. Jisung looked at him amused and fixed his hair with a gentleness that was sending a shiver down Minho's whole body. He was expecting Jisung to beat the living shit out of him for what he said during class but having him be this gentle towards him was new and frightening at the same time, and yet, he liked it.

Minho's phone pulled him out of his thoughts and he shrugged. „Fuck", he said, trying to fiddle his phone out of his pocket. He knew it was Seungmin calling, he forgot about the time and he forgot about Seungmin and for that, he was feeling incredibly guilty. He picked up, not letting the other one start his complaint. „Seungmin, I'm sorry. I'll be there in two minutes." Seungmin sighed loudly and Minho knew he'd get to hear all about it later. „Fine", Seungmin retorted and hung up without another word. „I have to go", Minho mumbled, locking eyes with Jisung who was staring at him the whole time. „Another date?", Jisung teased, letting go of the armrest. Minho could have sworn there was pigments of jealousy flicker in the younger one's eyes once again. „None of your business but no, just a get together with friends", he answered and got out of the chair. „I would d have invited you but you have an exam today, right?"

Jisung hummed. „Three hours of torture, who wouldn't look forward to that?", he answered sarcasticaly, making Minho giggle. „If you want I can save you some dinner and we can study a bit after my friends went home?", Minho offered and Jisung nodded. He smiled at the younger one and turned around to unlock the door. „I'll call you then, good luck with your exam!"

„Thanks", he heard Jisung murmur before walking out of the door. Seungmin was waiting at the parking lot. He was leaning against his car, his arms crossed in front of his chest. „Finally! What took so long?", he asked and rolled his eyes as soon as Minho puts a forced and apologetic smile on his face. It was past five already and they rushed to the grocery store. „Are you planning on feeding a whole football team?", Seungmin complained as he put the grocery bags in the trunk of his car. Minho chuckled, handing him the last bag. „You know how much the others eat, are you really surprised?"

„True", Seungmin replied and got into the drivers seat. He drove off even before Minho could put his seatbelt on. „So", Seungmin started and shot a glance at him. „Who got you so worked up earlier?"

„What?", Minho's eyes widened and he frowned at him. „You got out of the building and a million different pigments were doing backflips around you", he said while driving around the apartment building to find a good parking spot. „Oh", Minho said and his cheeks flushed once again. He was so focussed on silencing his own noise to Jisung that he forgot that his pigments must have flooded everyone else.