Sunset | Minsung

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Chapter 3

Jisung's eyes flew open to a blindingly bright room. He squinted, feeling disoriented, and then checked his clock his heart dropped. He was late!

"Oh no, no, no I'm so late!" he muttered,

scrambling out of bed. In a flurry, he threw on his uniform, not even bothering to smooth out the wrinkles, grabbed his bag, and ran down the stairs two at a time. His dad was just setting a piece of toast on a plate, but Jisung snatched it mid-motion.

"Running late?" his dad asked, smirking as Jisung stuffed the toast in his mouth.

"Yup!" Jisung mumbled, his words garbled as he dashed out the door. "See you later, Dad!"

He bolted down the street, weaving between people on the sidewalk as he mentally kicked himself for oversleeping. What a perfect way to start the day, right? Second day at a new school, and you're already late.

The school loomed up ahead, and Jisung sprinted through the gates, finally slowing down when he reached his classroom. He took a deep breath, trying to pull himself together and look presentable. But the moment he stepped inside, every single head turned to look at him, and he felt his face flush pink.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry I'm late."

The teacher gave him a disapproving look, nodding toward his desk as she resumed the lesson. Jisung spotted Minho sitting coolly in his seat, seemingly unbothered by the disruption. Jisung quickly shuffled over and sat beside him, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. He wanted to be invisible at that moment anything to avoid more embarrassment.

As the class carried on, Jisung found himself distracted. His gaze kept drifting toward Minho, who was diligently taking notes, his pen gliding across the page in neat, practiced strokes. The sunlight filtered in from the window, casting a soft glow around Minho's hair, making him look almost unreal. Without realizing it, Jisung was staring, totally captivated.

After what felt like only a moment, Jisung snapped back to reality when he noticed Minho looking right at him.

"You've been staring at me for the past 20 minutes," Minho whispered, a faint trace of amusement in his voice.

Jisung's eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, feeling his face heat up again. "Oh! Uh, sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't... I wasn't..." He fumbled for words, unsure how to explain his staring without sounding completely ridiculous.

Minho didn't seem annoyed, though. Instead, he just raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He didn't say anything else, but that expression alone was enough to make Jisung's heart race. He couldn't tell if Minho was just amused or actually liked the attention, but either way, Jisung knew he had to be more careful.

For the rest of the class, Jisung kept his eyes firmly on his notebook, fighting the urge to glance back at Minho. But every so often, he felt Minho's gaze flicker toward him, and each time, it sent a little jolt through him.

When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, Jisung sighed in relief, grateful to have a chance to pull himself together. Most of the students filed out, but the teacher assigned him and Minho to stay behind and clean up. Jisung gathered his things, stealing a quick glance at Minho, who seemed unfazed as he picked up a duster.

They worked in silence for a few minutes, the air between them thick with awkwardness. Jisung felt like he should say something anything to break the tension. Finally, he gathered the nerve to speak.

"Hey, um...why were you so rude to me the first time we met?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual. "And even now, you're still...kind of cold."

Minho paused, the duster in his hand, and looked at Jisung with an unreadable expression. For a moment, Jisung wondered if he'd crossed a line, but Minho's face remained calm.

"It's simple," Minho replied, crossing his arms. "You were in my spot."

Jisung blinked. "Your spot? You mean...by the park?" He laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. "It's a public spot. Anyone can sit there."

Minho shrugged, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe. But I'm there more than anyone else, so...yeah. My spot."

Jisung rolled his eyes, unable to hold back a smile. "You're so possessive," he teased, feeling braver than usual. "It's just a bench."

Minho's gaze softened, and for a brief moment, Jisung thought he saw a flicker of amusement behind those dark eyes. "Maybe it is," he said quietly, "but I like it."

They both fell silent, each caught up in their own thoughts. Jisung couldn't help but feel that there was more to Minho's answer, but he wasn't sure if he should push it. He glanced over, noticing Minho's small, almost imperceptible smile, and felt his heart flutter.

As they were finishing up, Jisung turned to leave, but his foot caught on a loose tile, and he stumbled forward. Before he could even process what was happening, he felt a pair of hands catch him, steadying him.

Jisung looked up, and his breath caught. Minho's face was inches away, his expression uncharacteristically soft. For a split second, the world seemed to stop, and Jisung could feel his heart pounding.

Minho's gaze held his, intense and unwavering. Jisung wanted to say something, anything, but his mind had gone completely blank. Then, as if realizing how close they were, Minho quickly pulled his hands away, causing Jisung to stumble again.

"Oh, sorry," Minho muttered, his usual cool demeanor slipping just a bit. Jisung, feeling his face heat up, quickly regained his balance, trying to act like he hadn't just been totally flustered.

"No uh, it's fine," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. They both looked away, the awkwardness settling back in as they gathered their things and left the classroom in silence.

As soon as he got home, Jisung practically flew up the stairs to his room and grabbed his phone. He immediately texted Jeongin, his fingers flying across the screen as he recounted every detail of the day.

    Jisung: OMG, Jeongin, you will NOT believe what happened today!!

    Jeongin: Spill! What happened??

    Jisung: I was cleaning the classroom with Minho after school, and I slipped—and he caught me! Our faces were so close!!

    Jeongin: WHAT?! That's HUGE! Do you think he likes you??

    Jisung: I don't know! I mean, he let go pretty quickly, but it felt like a moment, you know? Do you really think he might like me?

    Jeongin: Bro, he DEFINITELY likes you. He caught you, and he's always cold to other people. If he's different around you, that's a sign.

Jisung kicked his feet in excitement, his heart racing as he reread Jeongin's message. Just the thought that Minho might be interested in him sent a thrill through his chest.

    Jisung: Do you really think I have a chance with him?

    Jeongin: OF COURSE! He likes you. No doubt about it.

    Jisung: Jeongin...could you maybe ask him about me? Like, if he mentions anything?

    Jeongin: I got you, bro. I'll keep an ear out. And seriously, don't worry. I think you've already got him hooked ;)

Jisung grinned, his heart fluttering with excitement. He thanked Jeongin and ended the chat, tossing his phone onto his bed with a satisfied sigh. The day had been full of surprises, and he felt like he was on cloud nine just thinking about Minho and the strange, electric moments they'd shared.

He pulled out his journal and flipped to a fresh page, feeling a surge of inspiration. With a small smile, he started to write, describing every detail of his encounters with Minho. The way Minho had looked at him, the warmth of his hands, even the way he'd smirked during their conversation—everything felt like a precious memory he wanted to hold onto.

After finishing his entry, he closed his journal, feeling content. He lay back on his bed, Minho's face still vivid in his mind, and drifted off to sleep, smiling.

Oh my gahddd guys I hope you like this one!! Minho finally showed his side bru

I do hope you guys like this and if you guys have any ideas on what the next chapters should be!