both minho and jisung opened up their laptops. the younger's arm slightly brushing against the elders with every movement, every time his fingers slightly moved to graze upon his keyboard.
"give me access." minho demanded, focused tone that caught jisung slightly off guard."a please would be nice? what's your gmail." jisung scoffed, but minho placing his own laptop aside on the couch to snatch jisung's made him sit up straight.
he watched cautiously as minho typed his gmail and gave himself access to the document, "done."
"you could've just told me and I would have typed it in myself..."
"didn't feel like it." he shrugged, and jisung's eyes remained at his expression. the other was slightly chewing the corner of his slightly chapped bottom lip as he typed away the opening paragraph of the project; a short yet neat explanation of what a secondary research was and the business they chose to do it on. a small sigh escaped from the younger's lips as he looked at the notes he had written down prior, copy and pasting some information every now and then.
minho's writing skill took him by surprise. jisung had made the mistake of taking it upon himself to assume his neighbour would be horrible at grammar and would have a less diverse vocabulary range. he didn't take him as the literate type, or someone who took studies seriously. first mistake.
for a brief second, jisung looked out of the window. it seemed to be windy as the invisible sun was slowly setting by the looks of the lighting outside, clouds big and grey in anger as they protruded harshly in the sky. the weather would most likely be considered miserable to some, but it was ideal and comfortable for jisung.
he massaged his wrist and sat back with his legs crossed. minho was practically doing all the typing, pitching in jisung's ideas that he criticised to begin with yet the brunette still felt his wrists ache.
after a crack to his neck he raised his arms into a stretch and pointed his toes inwards and outwards.
"you're not going to offer me water? what a bad host you are, jisung." minho spoke up after sometime with a saccharine, sarcastic smile plastered on his face.
jisung looked at him with annoyance, "you...never asked?""it's manners." he seemed to be taking a small break from writing now, mimicking jisung's laid back position.
a huff left the other's mouth as he got up from the sofa and made his way to the kitchen, "make sure it's cold!" he heard his project partner yell from the living room which aggravated him even more.
"what a cunt." he whispered to himself, but yet again grabbed the iced water from the fridge and poured it into a glass cup for the elder. just as he was about to leave the kitchen again, he noticed the blaring red lights of the oven and remembered what his mother had told him before she left. it wasn't 6pm quite yet, but he still turned the oven off.
after grabbing the cold glass of water once again from the counter, he went back over to the living room and handed it back to minho. "thanks." their fingers brushed against one another and jisung's heart skipped a beat. he didn't reply and sat down on the carpet this time instead of the couch, clearing his throat and turning his laptop towards him once again on the coffee table.
the air suddenly grew tense and awkward as they both type away on their shared document. this time round it was jisung doing more writing than minho, almost like as if they non verbally agreed on taking turns every few minutes of who would write the next paragraph.
they carried on like this for about 15 more minutes until minho decided to speak up again and strike up a new conversation.
"you had good stamina today in pe for someone who smokes." the silence being broken almost caused jisung to jump out of his skin.
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live fast, die young ~ minsung
Fanfiction"we had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore... except to make our lives into a work of art." ...where minho finds jisung's fiery and stubborn personality incredibly interesting, and is willing to do whatever it takes to cras...