Clueless Boy - Minsung

Chapter 20

When Minho came back home, Jisung was already fast asleep.

He had drink a lot, and didn't want to take a shower, scared to wake up the younger.

So he went to his bed, craving to have some sleep.

A sleep that was hard to achieve.

Coming to the realization he wasn't insensitive to Jisung's charm was shocking news.

Even more when Jisung was how he was.

He had succeeded in having a light crush on the weirdest boy. A boy that have been insulting him and his sexuality so far.

He had literally crushed on a homophobic straight man, and his ego was hurt.

But he couldn't help but acknowledge Jisung's qualities.

His very beautiful face, his pretty body proportions, and his very unique mind.

He was smart, he was serious about studies, a literal fast-learner.

He was particularly funny, even if he didn't realize it all the time.

He was a clueless boy, but the cutest.

And since they started talking about his education, and started developing similar interests about life construction, all their conversations would make Minho awe at Jisung's intelligence.

Which turned him on badly.

He wanted that stupid thought to disappear, but it only kept him awake, having a hard time actually falling alseep.

He woke up rather lately, and in a very bad mood.

Firstly, his head hurt.

Secondly, his ego hurt.

He wanted to put his head on the pillow and let his bed take him forever.

But he still stood up, wanting nothing more than to wash up.

He made himself a coffee, the bathroom actually occupied by Jisung.

He took some time to wake up, sitting at the table and staring into nothingness, expecting his sleepy state to stop at some point.

Until he was disturbed by Jisung's panicked voice.

"Minho !" He yelled from the bathroom.

He frowned, and walked to it.

He joined him, opening the bathroom to see Jisung in a bathrobe, standing on a weighing machine.

The bathrobe did some curious feelings to his tummy, and Minho gulped pretty hardly.

"Mmh ?" He hummed, too surprised and too sleepy to form a correct sentence.

"I haven't weighted myself in weeks now ... Is it that bad that I gained 2 kilos ?" He asked, in complete panic, puppy eyes glancing at Minho.

Minho got saddened at the question.

"What ? Why would it be ?" Minho asked, frowning lightly.

"If the men of the meeting saw this ... They would ask my mom to not feed me for days ..." He muttered, genuinely concerned.

"Why is it so bad to gain weight in your town ?" Minho asked, leaning on the door frame.

"They want to entertain harmonized body proportions because it's important for reproductive functions" Jisung shrugged.

"But it's not" Minho narrowed his eyes, tired of the lies he had been brainwashed with "It can be to a certain extent, in the case of obesity... But not for 3 kilos or something"

Jisung opened his bathrobe and watched himself in the mirror, and Minho turned his head to the side. Respectfully, he was blushing very slightly.

Thankfully he was wearing an underwear, because if not, Minho would have gay panic a bit too much.

"Do I look like I have 3 more kilos ?" Jisung asked worriedly "Maybe I should slow down with sugary things ..."

Minho didn't answer, still not looking.

"Minho !" Jisung nagged

"What ?"

"Tell me !"

"Can I look ?"

"Yes ! Tell me !"

Minho gulped hard again, and turned to watch him.

He didn't know if his face got any redder, but he could feel his ears warm up so much it hurt.

Jisung's body was ... very pretty.

And very much to Minho's taste in boys.

"I-" He gulped, feeling his throat dry "You look good, Jisung. I can't even see a difference"

"I look big ?" Jisung asked, pouty.

"You don't" Minho frowned "Your waist is particularly thin, how could you think you'd look big ?" He insisted  "And looking 'big' isn't bad"

"I don't know" Jisung shrugged, confused.

Minho approached, standing beside him in the mirror.

"Do I look big to you ?" He asked.

Jisung looked at him, eyes glancing on his upper body, and mostly at his wide shoulders.

"Kinda"

"Ouch" Minho chuckled.

"I mean-" Jisung panicked, not wanting to hurt his friend "Sorry ... My standards are still hard to modify... I- ..."

"No, it's okay, I get it" Minho reassured "I never really minded that kind of comments, anyway" He smiled "But I'm pretty healthy. I do have wide shoulders, but I have a pretty flat tummy. That really doesn't make me fat. I do have a pretty soft stomach, but still"

"You feel comfortable like that ?" Jisung asked, genuinely curious

"Yeah" Minho smiled at him softly "That's what should matters, Ji"

"Okay... I'll try" Jisung nodded, sighing.

Jisung wore his bathrobe, and Minho was almost disappointed.

He started walking out of the bathroom, trying to wonder what the hell had just happened.

And he wanted to calm the voice in his head that was yelling at him to have more closeness with the beauty he just saw.

"By the way, Minho" Jisung said, taking Minho out of his wild thoughts.

"Mmh ?" He turned to him

"I created an Instagram" He said, a wide smile on his face.

"Really ?" Minho smiled, pretty proud.

"Yes" He nodded eagerly with a little giggle "Can you be my first follower ?"

"Gladly" Minho said, and maybe stared a little.