LOVE ; minsung

03. your eyes

Jisung was sitting at the bar. He was on the second drink. He wasn't allowed legally to drink, but because his boss owned this bar or club, he got it easy.

His leg was bouncing up and down, anxiety filling him as always. He felt as if he could puke. It had been a week since he met that kind officer. Mr. Lee. Was what jisung called him.

He wished he could've got the man's number or something. He sat here just to see the officer. Yet he hadn't seen anyone.

"You, gas station boy."

Jisung regonized that soft-spoken tone anywhere. He'd spoken in the correct time in his mind. He turned his head, looking at the officer. He wasn't dressed in his uniform, but instead different cozy clothes.

A button-up with a shirt and some pants. He looked different without his hair neatly done and uniform.

"I always questioned how you were here." He said. Jisung was too stunned by the man's beauty he didn't even think about the eyes watching him speak to this officer.

"I'm not on duty, so I can't do anything." He placed a hand on the 20 dollar bill, sliding it against the counter to the bar tender.

"I-Im jisung."

He said, looking into the guys majestic brown eyes. He couldn't believe he was getting ahead of himself. Why would he want anyone like jisung.

"Minho," Minho said, he smiled looking at jisung, who looked so small beneath him, his eyes looking around at jisungs lower body, scanning all the way back up to his pretty face.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

He spoke.

Thought this was a lie he just wanted Minho to like him, yet minho wasn't believing it. "Really because you look a lot, you younger." Minho took a sip of the drink he recently ordered.

He couldn't lie to an officer. Besides, minho could tell that jisung was lying. There wasn't any point. "I'm seventeen, turning eighteen next month." Jisung admitted. He felt ashamed, and he looked down to his lap. Staring at his foot, that bounced so quickly out of anxiety.

"That sounds better."

Minho said, enjoying the truth come from jisungs lips rather than a lie. He'd had a suspicion ever since he laid eyes on jisung. First, he found the boy cute, and then he found him to be hiding something.

It seemed jisung was gullible enough to say the truth, so he wanted to know. "You aren't telling me something.. I want to know everything." Minho said.

He was curious about why jisung was always mysterious. He hadn't spoken anything besides his age.

"I'm not an interesting person," jisung giggled. He brought the alcohol to his face, taking a long gulp before he placed it back down.

"Really? That's hard to believe as well."

Minho reached for the alcohol that jisung was obviously illegally drinking. Minho couldn't do anything but drink it himself. He wrapped his fingers around the glass cup.

He was staring at it with such confusion. Why would someone as young as jisung be here, drinking as if it were legal.

"I'm not. My life is bad, so."

"And why is it bad?"

Minho immediately asked. Jisung hitched for a moment. He crossed his legs, holding his knees with his hands.

"I just.. don't really feel relieved most of the time. It's always something. I don't know really how to explain it."

Minho turned to face jisung, who was looking to the floor. Minho just tugged at his lower lip with his teeth, tilting his head, noticing the expressions.

"But since you asked how old I am.. how old are you?" Jisung asked, changing the depressing air out. He didn't like explaining how he felt. He felt it was just useless to explain so.

Minho chuckled, and he leaned forward, placing the drink in front of him. "Twenty-five." He awnsered honestly.

He didn't have a chance. Jisung just frowned a little, which was noticeable by minho.

"Something wrong?"

"N-No, I just had a thought."

Jisung replied. He stood up, adjusting his very short clothing. Which imdetially caught minhos eyes. Not because he was being a pervert, but because of the many eyes he got. The disgusting men who looked at him with such hungry eyes.

"I have work so.. I can't talk much, maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" He said.

"Where do you work?"

"Just around."

"You're lying again," Minho said, a small smile. He noticed the scared look on jisungs face. He wasn't admitting anything.

"I can't say.. it would get me in trouble to tell you." Jisung said. He admitted this so casually, leaning into minhos' ear to say this, afraid of the many eyes on him.

"Why can't you?—" Minho asked quickly, but jisung didn't hear a single thing as he had already stepped foot somewhere else.

He gently moved himself forward, facing towards the bar tender, hoping to get some sort of ideas.

Maybe he should venture for himself? Find out himself if jisung can't tell him. He couldn't understand why he was so quick to wonder about the boy.

Maybe he found some sort of interest.