It Started With Something (Minsung + Hyunlix)

17. Jisung

Jisung walks into his math class, seeing Minho already sitting at their desk and plopping down next to him. They exchange small greetings before pulling out their workbooks and other supplies.

After a couple minutes of staring out the window absentmindedly the teacher walks in, heels clacking on the tiles.

"Morning class, today I'll be going over the subjects you should study for the exam." Jisung tried to pay attention as the teacher spoke, but found her voice making him sleepy instead, which wasn't anything unusual.

He looked over to the elder, seeing him staring at the teacher without writing anything, right hand holding his pen and left hand holding a scrunched-up piece of paper. Curious, the boy squinted at it, faintly seeing unreadable writing but not anything else.

"Hyunjin, can you tell me what this would be simplified?" The teacher asked. Jisung turned to his Felix and his boyfriend, then turned back to the board. What was once a blank space was now a whiteboard covered in equations and answers.

"5pq + 7²" He answered.

"Correct." The teacher turned back, writing the answer in before droning on about how you could get to that answer and common mistakes. More questions were asked throughout the lesson, but Jisung paid no attention to anything, simply staring out the window.

After who knows how long the boy feels a tap on his thigh. He looks down, seeing a hand holding a scrunched-up piece of paper. Jisung looks at Minho, the owner of said hand, but he's just staring at the teacher.

The younger takes the note and the other puts his hand up.

"Yes?"

"May I please go to the bathroom?"

"Yes, but be quick." The elder stands and exits the room, making eye contact with the other as he leaves. Looking down, the boy opens up the paper.

Meet me on the roof in 5.

He glances at the door, but Minho had already disappeared. 

Should he go?

It was a weird thing to ask, especially since they hadn't known each other for long, and it was definitely suspicious.

But Jisung was also incredibly curious as to why he would want to meet him somewhere. The boy stared at the clock, watching as the hand ticked agonizingly slowly. It seemed like the minutes stretched for hours as the teacher didn't stop speaking.

Jisung blocked her voice out though, focusing on the tick, tick, tick of the clock.

As soon as it had been five minutes, his hand shot in the air.

"Yes Jisung?"

"May I please go to the bathroom Miss?" She looked at the empty chair beside him.

"You can go when Minho is back."

"Please Miss, I really need to." The teacher sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Yes, you can. Just be quick and tell Minho to hurry up." Jisung smiled, practically jumping from his seat.

"Yes Miss."

He walked to the door, breaking into a sprint once he was out of view of the windows and doorway. He ran up the stairs, bursting through the door at the top and onto the roof. Minho was leaning against the railing.

The wind whipped their hair as the elder turned around.

"Why did you want to meet me up here?" Jisung asked as he stepped closer. The other looked over the edge.

"I needed to talk to you, and it's a nice view up here." He turned to face the boy, pushing off the wall and walking towards him.

The younger froze as he came close, grabbing a hold of his hands.

"Minho, what are you doing?"

The elder took a deep breath.

"I, I really like you, Jisung. And I have for a while. It's okay if you don't like me back, I know we haven't known each other for long. If you want to reject me that's fine, if you never want to see me again after the presentation, I'll respect your decision-"

The boy pulled a hand from his grasp and grabbed the elder's neck, pulling him down into a kiss, cutting off his rambling. Minho quickly kissed back, stepping closer so their bodies pressed together, hands going to the younger's waist.

The elder's hand slid up Jisung's shirt, making him gasp. He took the opportunity, exploring the boy's mouth with his tongue until they had to part for air, panting. Minho moved slightly, feeling the other's erection brush against his leg.

"Excited already?" He teased, raising an eyebrow. Jisung shuddered and blushed hard.

"W-well, that was my first kiss, and you're really hot, and you just confessed-" The elder leaned in, silencing him with another kiss before grabbing his hand and guiding it to his crotch. The boy blushed when he felt the other's boner.

"What do you say we ditch and go have some fun?" Minho whispered into Jisung's ear. 

He knew what he meant, and he badly wanted to go with him. But what about school? I mean, it's not like he could return to class right now, but still. And what about their stuff? As if he could read his mind, Minho eased his worries.

"Missing half a school day won't hurt, and I'll text Hyunjin to grab our stuff. You in?"

Jisung smiled a brought a hand to the elder's chest, running it over the fabric downwards as he kept eye contact and spoke.

"All right," He leaned into his ear. "My house is empty, nobody's home..."

He leaned back, slightly, but before he can speak the elder smirks.

"So, I can make you scream my name as loud as I want?"