Maybe, just maybe - Minsung

Chapter one

Summary:

Does Minho like Jisung? No.
Does he have reasons for not liking him? Yes.
How many reasons does he need? None.
He doesn't like the guy.

Or: Jisung and Minho, the top two students and fierce academic rivals at their college, end up in a physical altercation after Jisung reclaims the number one spot. To resolve their conflict, the principal assigns them to share a dorm.

And maybe, just maybe, Minho doesn't hate Jisung as much as he thought he did.

NOTE:

- Jay Pritchett, Modern Family S:1, EP: 11 Havier

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Minho grits his teeth, frustration boiling over as he glares at Jisung. "You're a menace."

"A hot one," Jisung retorts playfully, sending a cheeky wink the elder's way as he slouches beside him outside the principal's office, waiting for their punishment to be decided.

Revulsion evident on his face, Minho simply looks at the younger student and grimaces. "You disgust me."

Leaning back against the cold, hard bench, Jisung exhales dramatically. "I would've believed that statement if you hadn't cockblocked me with jealousy fuming from your ears throughout the entire party last Friday."

Narrowing his sight, Minho turns sharply to face Jisung, his voice a harsh whisper. "Are you actually stupid?" Minho questions sincerely. "I saved your catastrophically drunk ass from committing multiple mistakes. You are way in over your head if you think you were in any state to be giving out your consent like you did-or tried to."

Smirking, Jisung looks at Minho with a hint of something softer in his eyes. "Yeah, sure." He nods in agreement, however there's an impish edge to his tone that makes Minho's blood boil. "But how does that concern you? You have on multiple occasions clearly expressed your hate for me, so why did you go around acting like a hero? The only reason I can think of is that you actually care about me."

Opening his mouth to retort, Minho's words die in his throat. He looks away, jaw clenched. The silence between them stretches, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Jisung watches him, his spirited demeanour slipping for a moment, revealing a flicker of vulnerability.

"I don't hate you," Minho finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're just... You make everything so complicated. You're reckless and loud, and you don't think before you act." He pauses, taking a deep breath. "But that doesn't mean I want to see you hurt."

Surprised, Jisung's eyes widen. "Minho..."

"Don't get the wrong idea," Minho interrupts, his usual sharpness returning. "This isn't some kind of confession. I just don't want you to destroy yourself," he says. "I want to do that myself when I surpass you in the next exam."

For a moment, the noise of the bustling school outside the office fades, and it's just the two of them, caught in the fragile balance of their complicated relationship. Jisung studies Minho's face, his usual smirk replaced by something softer as he chuckles.

"Thanks," he says quietly, genuineness in his voice. "For looking out for me in a way, I guess."

Minho shrugs, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Just don't make a habit of it."

With a light laugh, Jisung's eyes regain their joyful spark. "Can't make any promises, princess. After all, what's life without a little chaos?"

Delivering a resigned stare, Minho feels a small, reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "You're impossible."