minsung oneshots

breaking the silence 💕

hi. how y'all doing? 

This took me forever to write so i hope it was worth it.

Mentions of trauma and su!c1de. it has a happy ending dw.

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Jisung walked into his classroom scared out of his mind. He knew no one in the class, and making new friends was not on his list of skills. In his mind, he cursed out Felix for dropping the class to be in a different one with his boyfriend. But Jisung knew that he could never be mad at his freckled friend in real life, so being angry in his head would have to suffice.

He took a deep breath and entered the room, finding it not as full as he thought it would be. But everyone was already with their clique, everyone except for one boy. He sat alone, near a window in the back. Jisung felt someone walk up behind him, "Don't sit next to that kid up there. He's weird, ever talks. He just sits there, does his work and then leaves."

The guy pushed past him and went straight to his clique: sports. Oh well, he thought, I've got nothing to lose anyways. And it's not like anyone else is fighting for my attention anyways. Jisung approached the lonely boy sitting by himself, his head hung low and his shoulders slumped. With a gentle smile, Jisung put his hand on the chair next to the boy, "Can I sit here?"

The boy looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and sadness. He nodded slightly, and Jisung sat down beside him. For a moment, there was an awkward silence. Jisung didn't know what to say, and the boy didn't say anything either

Finally, Jisung decided to break the ice. "My name is Jisung," he said, "What's yours?" The boy hesitated for a moment before pulling out a sheet of paper and carefully writing on it. He slid the paper in front of the squirrel-esque boy. My name is Minho :)

"It's nice to meet you, Minho," Jisung said, smiling at the boy next to him, "I like your handwriting, mine just looks like chicken scratch." Minho looked surprised, this was the first time that someone hadn't looked at him like he was invalid after he didn't verbally respond. It seemed almost too good to be true.

He picked up his pen and began writing on the paper, you still want to sit with me? He watched as Jisung read the paper and wrinkled his nose in disdain as he looked back at Minho. "Why wouldn't I?

Minho took the paper, most people leave after then find out i can't speak. No one wants to communicate with the guy who speaks using sign language and paper notes. Jisung read the paper quickly, "Um, ok well all those people are fake ass bitches. And you know sign language? I've been trying to learn, but it's really hard."

Jisung saw a really slight smile grace Minho's lips. They were really pretty. I could help you out if you wanted? Minho looked a bit nervous waiting for Jisung to respond, he thought the boy was really cute, not to mention incredibly kind. "Really? Yes I would love that! Do you have your phone? Can I get your number? Here, I'll write mine down here!"

Jisung's excitement was cut short by the professor entering the room and demanding silence. Minho silently scribbled a quick note : we can just wait until after class. unless you have somewhere you need to be.

Jisung read the note and noticed the nervous look on his new desk mate's face. In order to not get yelled at, Jisung took his pen and responded back on the paper. i do :( but i can stay so we can exchange #'s. Idk make plans or smth

Jisung smiled as Minho smiled back at him nodding. And in those few minutes, an unbreakable bond was formed.

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Minho smiled at Jisung's handwriting on the paper, agreeing upon its likeness to chicken scratch. It barely passed the mark for being legible. He folded the paper and placed it into a pocket in his backpack.