Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

8)

"...should we do carnations or roses?"

"Carnations, definitely" answered an out of breath Minho as he attempted to text Jisung and listen to Yoona at the same time.

He was late. Very late.

It had been a month of teaching and this was the first time thought, so Minho actually felt quite proud.

"Definitely..." hummed Yoona.

"Late" Minho typed:
"Please start introducing the atmosphere. Be there in a bit, swear"

"Min? Minho?" Yoona was asking.

"Yeah! Sorry" he instantly said:
"I missed my bus and I'm panicking a bit"

"Oh, look at you" cooed Yoona:
"So worried for your students"

Minho laughed and pinched the phone between his cheek and his shoulder, holding onto the railing of the next bus.

"What were you saying?" he encouraged her gently.

"I was asking if you think it's inappropriate for me to wear a black dress at our wedding"

Minho shrugged even though she couldn't see him:
"Fuck it, do whatever you want. You'll look amazing anyway so"

"Yay! I knew I could count on you, Min! I'd kiss you senseless right now!"

Minho smiled softly then frowned when an unwelcome emotion started flooding his heart. What was it? Why did it feel like...relief?

"...now I just have to break the news to my mother, ohhh she'll be so upset. I can't wait. Well, it's getting late for me too! Bye, Min! Mwaa"

"Bye" Minho said quickly, suddenly eager to end this conversation.

What the hell had been that feeling. And what had triggered it??

"I'd kiss you senseless!" she had exclaimed and suddenly... relief.

What...?

Minho slipped his phone into his pocket and thought hard. He was used to Yoona being affectionate: her love language was definitely physical touch... the big hugs, 1000 kisses and no personal space type of physical touch and while Minho wasn't really the type to adore those displays, he had grown fond of them with time. Because he loved Yoona.

Was some part of him relieved about not having to be glued to her every second of every day?

He hummed under his breath. Now that was food for thought. He'd have to talk to her about it when he got back.

When Minho entered the classroom, still thinking about it, Jisung had taken his place in front of the teacher's desk and was talking to the students.

Well, actually he was more sat onto the teacher's desk than in front of it. He was talking about Oxygen, how much of it was present in the atmosphere, its role for life etcetera etcetera.

After the second day, Jisung had completely given up on the dresscode...probably also because Minho had never commented on it and was now rocking a tight black top and a pair of his favorite type of jeans, the extra baggy kind. That, paired with the chain that decorated his waist and a flashy new piercing shining at the side of his lower lip made him look like some kind of rebel and not a teacher's assistant, which he instead was.

Minho noticed a few students oogle at him from the first row and rolled his eyes.

"Perfect" he thought:
"As if we didn't have enough distractions in this classroom"

He signaled to Jisung and the boy's smile seemed to widen when he noticed him. He instantly stepped down from the desk and handed him the microphone, necessary for a class of over 50 students.

Before he continued, Minho made time to address Jisung properly:
"Sorry, I missed my bus"

he mumbled, making sure to keep the microphone far away from his lips.

Jisung shook his head:
"It's ok. Glad you're here though, talking to this many people is so much more stressful than I thought"

Minho let out a small laugh:
"Sure is, isn't it? Oxygen?"
he then commented.

"Yep, just finished with the numbered data"

"Amazing job" Minho conceded, feeling a sparkle of pride bloom into his chest.

And for the expression of pure bliss that passed through Jisung's features, it was all worth it.

"I hope you pests didn't make Jisung here despair, mh?" he grinned into the microphone:
"Now, let's move on..."

Everything went smoothly as usual and soon it was time to dismiss the class:
"Next tuesday is lab time so remember to head to class A instead of this one, if yall get lost I'm not coming to get you, have I made myself clear? Now shoo"

The students released a collective "Yes, professor" and started leaving. However, a small group of people moved instead towards the teacher's desk and gestured for Jisung. Used to people asking his assistant questions, Minho didn't think much of it. That was until his distracted eyes fell on the scene a few seconds later: Jisung looked...embarassed?

His senses heighted. What was going on?

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