My Soulmate

Chapter 8

(Word Count: 1213)

Please stay

I want you, I need you, oh God

Don't take

These beautiful things that I've got

Jisung was humming along to the song playing in his headphones.  He was walking to the dance wing and wasn't in the best mood.  Minho wasn't in vocal class today, meaning he hasn't seen or heard from him since Wednesday morning when he responded to Jisung's message.  Jisung secretly hoped he would be there for class to question the older for ghosting him.

He was walking to the class alone because Jeongin and Seungmin were busy helping the other vocal teacher print copies of a song.  He looked down at his phone in his hand to check if he had any new messages, mostly checking for a specific contact.

Sighing in disappointment at no new messages, he looked up and pushed open the door to the dance wing.  He continued walking down the corridor, still humming to the song that was now coming to an end.  It was perfect timing as he found the room he was looking for.  He took off his headphones, hanging them around his neck.

He opened the door to see Minho and Hyunjin talking about something in their corner.  His eyes widened as he looked at Minho.  He wasn't expecting him to be in class.  Hoping? Yes.  Expecting?  No.  Minho had on black track pants and a white t-shirt paired with white beat-airforce ones.  Still managing to look very attractive.

Minho turned around to see who entered the room, jumping a little when he saw Jisung.  Hyunjin was smirking behind him and waved at Jisung.

"Hey Jisung!  Come here, I think Minho and you need to talk," He said, avoiding getting hit by Minho.

"Hey," Jisung plainly said with Minho helplessly staring at him.

"Hey," Minho said in response.

"SO! I need to go ask Felix something. Byeee~," Hyunjin said, walking out of the room and closing the door.

The two boys stood there, staring at the floor until Jisung finally grew a pair and asked Minho a question.

"So, why weren't you in class today?" He asked, still staring at his feet.

"The dance team needed help with the choreography because they lost the video."

"Oh, okay."

"Why haven't you been in dance class?" Minho questioned.

"Busy with work."

They both stood there as quiet rose upon them again.

"You aren't gonna ask about what I said?" Minho spoke again, looking up at Jisung.

"Are you gonna tell me if you meant what I think you meant?" Jisung asked, lifting his head a little to see the older boy moving to sit down on one of the two chairs up against the wall.

"How about you come and sit here so we can talk properly," Minho suggested, patting the seat next to him with his hand.

Jisung walked over and sat down, placing his bag next to the chair and pivoting to look at Minho.

"So?" Jisung asked.

"So what?" Minho said, acting like he had no idea what Jisung was asking.

"Do you like me..." Jisung asked, looking down at his hands picking at his nails.